A/N: Yeah, I know: 20 questions is typically played with 2 people. But for this, I'm gonna start off with 5 characters and then in the final round of 20 questions (Round 5 or 3, still choosing (vote for this too)) It's gonna end up with JUST ONE couple. Or, with Huey and Riley for a bro-on-bro type thing. So, in the reviews, say who you want the end couple to be! Note: Caesar is still bi in this. It'll hopefully answer some perspective questions about him and why he chose, (courtesy of Cindy).

(Reminder), the couples/potential couples are: Huey & Jazmine, Riley & Cindy (potential) Octavia & Caesar—cuz even doe Octavia's not here they may still ask questions… hmmm… idk… (actual) and then we got the Huey and Riley last round idea IN A BROTHERLY FASHION NOT ROMANCE FASHION, btw.

Second Reminder: Don't forget to vote!

Disclaimer: Nope, my life still sucks… Still don't own The Boondocks.

"How the fuck do we play this again, Jazzy?" Cindy asks.

"Ugh! This is like the 100th time explaining it!" Jazmine replies, annoyed. "It's 20 questions. One person asks another person a question and we continue from there. IT'S THAT SIMPLE!"

"But… isn't it just nigga to hoe? Not like, hoe to nigga to hoe to nigga to hoe to nigga to hoe to nigga?" Riley questions.

"Yes, usually, but TODAY there's an EXCEPTION because WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A PARTY!" Jazmine says now completely and overly impatient.

"Riley and Cindy can you just agree so we can get this stupid ass game over with?" Huey adds on. Riley and Cindy both nod at Huey then nod at each other; making the same observation.

"But why you dickriding Jaz?" They call out in unison before bursting into a fit of giggles. Jazmine has an extremely angry look on her face, but blushes all the same. Huey smacks Riley upside the forehead.

"Riley, for the 100th time, Jazmine does not have a dick," Huey says bluntly before looking back to Cindy as the devious duo just laugh harder. "And you, you're Jazmine's friend. So I don't get how you would've not known that… I mean, even if you couldn't determine Jazmine's gender, I know you know the difference between Jazmine and Riley and that should be enough alone; being that you are always on my brother's dick." All the laughing is ceased at this point. Caesar and Riley are both laughing their asses off while Cindy puts on her whitest voice possible.

"So, uhh… how about that game that Jazmine suggested? 20 questions, was it called?" Huey notes that her voice sounds eager, probably due to the laughing from all their friends.

"Finally!" Jazmine calls out. "Okay, so we're gonna do this in age order… so since Huey, Caesar and I are 15 and you and Riley are 13, I'll have to figure out the order by age…"

"I already got it." Everyone's attention quickly gears to Huey because he spoke up. "It'll be me, Jazmine, Caesar, Cindy, then lastly, Riley. Each of us will ask the next a question and then receive one from them, and that will count as 2. And no Jazmine, I don't have a sudden interest in the game, I'm just trying to get things sorted out," Huey lies. Jazmine sighs because she thought Huey had an interest in the game and she hoped that being that they were 15 and getting older that Huey would look at her as an option to date because their closest friends their age—Caesar & Octavia and Hiro & Cynthia—had already begun to date. Huey sighed as well. Honestly, he had an interest. He figured that he'd be able to learn more about Jazmine without leading her on for his love for her. A/N: This paragraph right here is probably the most important part (especially the order cuz I ain't saying he said, she said the whole time… ;P ) And yes, Riley's my young bull! :D

"Okay, well then, Huey," Jazmine starts, "let the game begin!"

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"Uhh…. Jazmine, what's your favorite color?" one.

"Pink, of course."

"Well, what shade?"

"eh, eh, eh, Huey. My turn.

"Oh, right… damn this game."

"What's your favorite color?" two.

"Damn… for best friends they SURE AS HELL don't know each other," Caesar speaks up.

"Well, unlike you idiots, we're fine just sitting in silence," Huey snaps back.

"Well, there's your problem, my man! You can't just be sitting there in silence; like what the fuck does that do?"

"You know, some people say the strongest relationships grow off of silence because that means that you're in each other's souls; like you belong there." The whole gang just looks at Huey, then Jazmine, then Huey again—practically in sync—before they start cracking up quite literally.

"Damn, you got a nigga all ashamed up in hur!" Riley blurts out. "My bro is literally whipped!" Jazmine and Huey both start to blush at the realization that just dawned upon them from Huey's words that caused everyone else to laugh.

"Shut up, Riley. If Jazmine and I were dating, you out of all people would know."

"And why is that, nigga?"

"It's not your turn to ask a question, now is it? Caesar. Hit Jazmine with a question."

"Yeah, hit dat hoe!"

"Riley, Jazmine is NOT A HOE!"

"Den why ain't she with you?"

"Let me repeat myself in a way you might understand: Don't get up all in a nigga's business like that we talk about it later but not in front of all dese other niggas, aiight? So, Ceez, ask the bitch a question," Huey says angrily and annoyed; his Chicago accent heavy. He then notices that he called Jazmine a bitch in the process of talking to Riley and mouths a quick 'sorry' to her, which is greeted with a warm smile.

"Actually, Huey, Jazmine has to ask a question," Cindy notes. "So Jazmine please do so we can continue cuz a bitch is getting tired of this shit."

"Alright… so Caesar… what's your favorite revolutionary-like song?" three.

"Fight The Power, of course. Do you like that song too?" four.

"Yes, matter of fact I do." Huey's eyebrows raise a bit then knit with confusion.

"Wait, why—"

"Eh, eh, eh… it's your turn to ask Cindy a question!"

"What's your relationship with Riley?" Caesar asks with a glare in his eyes while receiving an icy glare right back from Cindy. Five.

"Well," she manages to get out through her gritted teeth. "He's my ride or die nigga. And don't even ask me to go into detail, Ceez. Cuz I already got da perfect question fo' you."

"Which is?"

"Stop being impatient, nigga. Now here's da question: What's your relationship with Octavia? In detail, too," She says still holding the same icy glare from when Caesar first asked the question about her relationship with Riley. Six.

Caesar takes a deep breath before responding. "Well, I guess I started to like Octavia on Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday, because we were planning something and I soon realized that we had the same opinions on things, so I asked her out; despite the fact that I'm bi."

"Oh. Aiight. Now I gotta ask you a question, Reezy!"

"Oh, just what a nigga wanted... Just great," Riley remarks sarcastically.

"No shit, Sherlock. Now shut the fuck up so I can ask."

"Well, we're waiting," Jazmine chimes in.

"Shit, bitch. Don't need you all up in my grill. But take dat offended look of ya face cuz you know you my home girl. Now as for you, Reezy, my question is: why you like basketball?" Seven.

"Shit. Do I gotta answer?"

"It's part of da game... Unless you scared which means you're not a real nigga."

Riley growls before responding. "I'm the realist real nigga out there and don't forget it! Now, I started to like basketball for 3 main reasons: the movie, Love and Basketball, cuz Huey played and I wanted to have some respect for my big bro and cuz every real nigga plays."

"Wait, Huey played?!"

"Uhh... Haha, no. My turn, nigga!"

"Ask the damn question. I'll wait 'til next time."

"Aiight, so Cindy... Why you play basketball? Thorough answer," he says smugly. Eight.

"Cuz it's different. It represents me betta."

"C-Merph, I said A THOROUGH ANSWER!"

"Shit, Reezy. Calm the fuck down. Lemme 'splain this real quick: a lot of times, I feel like an inside out Oreo. Like, I was born to a rich, shitty dad who all he cared about was making money and my mom was a liar and started hoeing around so they decided to get a dumbass divorce and tearing me through it like it made sense. They didn't understand that I felt black cuz dey was too busy worrying about getting some dick or gettin' dey paper and being da whitest white people around. There, you happy now, nigga?"

"Shit, Cindy. Didn't know dat answer was gon' be all deep like that. So, I'll give you a non-nigga answer for the time being: I was most satisfied with your answer," Riley answers giving her a wide, fake grin. "Aiight, now I gotta ask this gay nigga right here a question. What was that one I had from befo'? Oh yeah…" Riley says with a mischievous grin. "Well, Ima let you wait 'til later for that one, cuz right now a nigga got surious memory issues and needs ya help on dem. Now: why you played basketball again? THOROUGH ANSWER." Nine.

"Damn, Riley. I'm surprised you even know what 'thorough' means," Huey states matching Riley's mischievous grin with a mischievous smirk.

"Well I gotta listen to your gay-ass-faggoty-ass lectures all the time, so I couldn't help but to catch on cuz Granddad got us sharing rooms like some gay ass niggas," Riley shot back.

Huey, who just wanted it to end—minus the questions with him and Jazmine—decided that it would be best just to respond to Riley to not extend their forming nigga moment to anything like Colonel H. Stinkmeaner & Granddad's. "Same exact reasons as you. Minus the respect. And since I know it's coming for the rest of you, it's because Chicago life was different; Riley and I, our habits, lifestyle and interests were roughly the same—as scary as it may be. My question for you, Riley, is: why do you find every woman a hoe? And I don't want an answer like payment and that shit. A more mature answer… I mean, after all, you are 13 years old." Ten.

"Fine. I admit it. I had the whole Rick Rossin' it thing going on, but since we moved to dis uppity ass white town, I've realized that not all women are hoes. But, just like one. Da rest still is hoes."

"Well, Riley, I must admit I'm surprised. But now I have to ask Jazmine a question: If you could be an animal, what would you be?" Eleven.

"A unicorn—and don't your dare start laughing!—because they're unique and majestic and a lot of people find them enchanting and beautiful and only think positive thoughts towards them, and I don't exactly get that, being me… If only she knew… Huey thought. "Oh, and I know your answer to this question—which is of course a black panther—so I'm gonna ask a different question: Why/how were your lifestyles and Riley's pretty much the same back in Chicago?" Twelve.

"Wait, how'd you know that'd be my answer?"

"Because I'm your best friend, silly."

"Just answer the damn question and stop flirting goddamn it!" Caesar interrupts, leaving them both with a slight blush on their cheeks.

"My lifestyle was like my brother's because we were both influenced by the exact same things and people. Well, that is until our parents died." A deep frown formed on Huey's face. That's when we both started to get new interests… you know? To have a good come out in later years and make our parents proud." Jazmine nodded sympathetically before asking Caesar her question.

"Why did you think Huey and I were flirting?" Thirteen.

"Cuz you were."

"I meant a thorough answer, Ceez!"

"Well, Jazzy, you didn't say it so I didn't deliver it. Maybe you should ask wisely next time because now I have a question for you: have you ever been attracted to someone?" Fourteen.

"We're fifteen years old now, Ceez. Of course I've been attracted to someone."

"Aiight, just making sure, Jazzy. Now Cindy… my question for you is: have you ever been attracted to someone?" Fifteen

"What's up with all these questions, nigga?" Riley intrudes.

"Aye, just tryna make the magic happen before I gotta bounce after this round," Caesar replies with a smug look on his face. "Now Cindy, Ima ask you again, have you eve—"

"Damn, Ceez. Yes, I have. I'm a teen, ah dur, nigga? Now I gots a question for you: why you bi? I mean, I'm not tryna hate or nothin', that much at least, but why?" Sixteen.

"Well, just to keep an open mind on things, I guess. I mean, I guess it all happened when I played my first game of spin-the-bottle, since being that there were girls and guys I had to kiss them both. So, after that, I said just in case; plus I feel as though we should get accepted more, so…"

"Aiight, I'll take that. Now, Reezy. Here's my question: have you ever been attracted to anyone? Ya know, just to keep up the theme?" Seventeen.

"Yeah, of course. Matta' of fact, she in dis room right now," Riley responds not even thinking before saying then ending with a blush and smirk. "Aye, Huey! I gots a new question: have you ever been attracted to anyone? Cuz, I needs ta know if it's a guy or not or if it's dis otha chick. And, as C-Merph said, I gots to keep up with the theme." Eighteen.

"For the last time Riley, I'm not gay. And no, I'm not gonna prove it right now, so don't even ask. And yeah, of course I have. As Jazmine said, we're fifteen years old now… of course I've been attracted to someone."

"Is she in this room?"

"No follow-up questions, Riley."

"Actually Huey, I hate to damper your mindset, but since we're just up to eighteen questions, Riley's question is considered valid, but you have to give him an honest answer, but you don't have to give him a straight answer like the other questions," Jazmine chimes in. "And then anyone else who asks a question after that, it'll be counted as the 20th question."

"So, nigga," Riley speaks up again. "She in dis room or naw?" Nineteen.

"Maybe." Just as the words slip Huey's mouth, he already feels a blush rise to his cheeks that he manages to suppress furiously.

"Well, looks like my work is done. Peace out, niggas!" Caesar calls out as he exits the Freeman household. "And tell yo Granddad I said 'hi' after he comes back from his date with that new crazy bitch!" He chuckles at his own remark and then is completely out of the door; leaving Riley, Cindy, Huey and Jazmine a night to themselves.

"Anyone up for another round?" Jazmine offers. Twenty.

"Sure," they all respond immediately; now eager to figure out who likes who. Fuck Caesar, Huey thought in his mind upset that his homeboy had started this mess that he hoped turned into a miracle—and soon.