A/N: hey guys! New story! New Original Character! I think y'all will like her! Damn I'm using a lot of explanation points! Anyways…
Now, in a lot of the stories I've read, the chapters will be fairly short with no more than 1,000-2,000 words per chapter, where as I tend not to do that so often. I decided to change that for this, my 5th story, (all of them The Boondocks so far), and make the chapters fairly short.
The story will be in no one's point of view. It will be a bit more playful with every character as well, being the circumstances they're under, but will also try to represent some type of love element through actions and words, etc.
So, without further ado, here's the disclaimer so we can get to the story!
DISCLAIMER: I still DON'T own The Boondocks.
"What do you guys wanna do?" Jazmine asks Cindy and Faith. Faith Brown had moved into Woodcrest in the beginning of summer, and Cindy, Jazmine and Faith had become quick friends, then best friends in what seemed like no time; considering that it wasn't even the 4th of July/Independence Day yet.
"We can go to the Freemans' house," Cindy suggests.
"Yeah, I agree with Cin… oh I have an idea!" Faith says.
"Please tell me it has nothing to do with you flirting with Huey to try and make Riley jealous… again," Jazmine pleads.
"No, dumbass… I can't believe you're turning 13 on the 5th and would think that!" Faith exclaims.
"Faith, it's not like it's not happened before…"
"Well, sorry for being young and in love, but the last time I checked, all three of us were… Riley and I are only 11 and I can tell he's the one. You and Caesar are 12 going on 13 and you know he's the one. And Jazzy, you've known Huey was the one since the day he moved here when you were only 9 and he was only 10… you weren't even double digits yet!" Jazmine and Cindy both turn to themselves before uttering a low sorry. Then, Faith continues talking.
"My idea was: we should load up with water balloons and throw them at them!"
"Are you kidding?! Huey will kill us!" Jazmine exclaims, terrified. She puts her hands over her eyes as if she were shielding herself from Huey's coming wrath.
"He would NEVER kill you, though. And since you're on our side, he probably won't kill us either… besides, you always say that Huey does like some competition!" Faith makes some valid points.
"Well, of course Huey likes competition! But that doesn't mean that he's going to like water balloons thrown at him and ice spilled down his shirt! He'll turn it into an all out water wars!"
"Hey, good idea! We should call it 'the water wars'!" Just then Cindy comes back into the room with three large containers full of water balloons. Jazmine, unfortunately, couldn't see Cindy leave the room when she covered her eyes; leaving Cindy to steal all of Jazmine's water balloons.
"Dayum, bitch. You look out of it," Cindy observes Jazmine.
"Because we're starting a water war and Huey most certainly does NOT want water balloons thrown at him and ice spilled down his shirt," Jazmine retorts.
"Hey, that's a good idea! Faith? Jazzy? Ima get some ice from downstairs. Aiight?"
"Wait! Okay… so Cindy and Faith… I suppose we can have this go on for one day but have you ever thought about their attack back? We're gonna have to go to the store to get more supplies and the guys will too. We'll have defend ourselves from their attack. It might even go on for days… and then what will we do at the Independence Day barbeque? Call a truce? The boys are too proud for that and as much as I'd hate to admit it, we are too… we would only do it as a last resort."
"Amen."
"Can't lie 'bout dat."
"So… Cindy you still gon' get the ice?"
"Yeah, I'm gone, bitch."
When the three of them huddle up downstairs in Jazmine's kitchen before heading out the back door and meeting up at the front door, forming a straight line. Faith is dressed in all black, Cindy is dressed in all gray, and Jazmine is dressed in all forest green camouflage.
They look across the street to find Riley making his way around the block once again, practicing for robberies to come later on in his life, Caesar balancing a soccer ball on his legs, kicking it a bit, and Huey standing up—not even reading or anything—holding the timer in his hands that's timing Riley. His full attention is on it, so the girls know they'll be able to catch him off guard with the correct timing.
"Be ready to face the wrath of Huey Freeman," Jazmine warns as the three girls split up once more.