Heeyyyy :) New sideline story out while I continue to work on my main story Babysitting With Uncle Reezy! They'll be a new update on that coming soon. Btw, this story is completely unrelated, obviously :)

I watched Friends With Benefits for the first time recently (looovvedd it. so much better than what I thought it'd be) and got this idea begin to form in my head between Riley & Cindy. Not sure how long it will be yet and the chapters will probably be shorter than usual. This was a spur-of-the-moment idea and I'm kinda just runnin' with it. Seems like it'll be a good time ;)

Leggo :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Aaron McGruder's The Boondocks or any of his characters.

"Y-y-your pimp? So you really are a, a-"

"YES, I'M/SHE'S A HOE!"

~Robert Jebediah Freeman (AKA Granddad), Cristal, and Huey & Riley Freeman; Guess Hoe's Coming To Dinner

Riley's POV

I ride for my niggas, daaawwgg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas, daaawwgg, I ride for my niggas

Staaayy schemin'
Niggas tryna get at meee
I ride for my niggas
Staaaayy schemin'
Niggas tryna get at meee
I ride for my niggas

"If you don't turn this goddamn song…."

"Shut up Huey, we's in MY car! But I can let you off on the side of the road now if you want."

"Yeah and I can key your car later if you want."

"Nigga, I wish you would!"

"Yeah Huey, stop bitchin'! Fuckin' hater."

"Riley, I'll-"

"Baby relax, we've probably got less than ten more minutes til we're back. Especially if Cindy keeps speeding."

"Aye, don't be judgin' my drivin', girl! I can toss yo ass too!"

"Yeah, bitch! She just owned you-OW! Dammit Huey, try that again! I was playin'!"

"Oh, I can feel the love in the air between us all. And after such a lovely day."

Nineteen-year old Riley Freeman rolled his eyes at his brother's girlfriend as he rubbed his head from where said brother, Huey Freeman, had just struck him. Riley was currently sitting in the shotgun passenger seat of his best friend's ride while Huey and his long-time girlfriend, Jazmine Dubois, sat in the backseat. Cindy McPhearson, the owner and driver of the car, chuckled at the wheel.

"Oh definitely. After an awesome birthday celebration and we're all right back to normal. Thanks again, guys." She beamed over at Riley and then into the rearview mirror. "Well fuck you too then, hater." She lifted a hand from the wheel and flipped off the mirror, probably in retaliation to Huey's.

Riley snickered as he cranked up the music to feel the powerful bass. Cindy was right; the group had had a great Friday in hanging out for the celebration of Cindy's 21st birthday. Because she lived downtown about twenty minutes out of Woodcrest, Riley, Huey, and Jazmine had just caught a cab to her place and surprised her with presents for a gift exchange. Jazmine had made reservations for her and Cindy to attend the nicest spa in town. Because she was finally legal, Huey had been nice and gotten her a brand new bottle of her favorite Vodka ("Please don't drink this all in one night," he had told her). And Riley? For his best friend, he'd gone all out for her. First he had bought her the new pair of gold and white Nikes she had her eye on. He then had decided to go to the Lids hat store and create a custom-made snapback. He got her a fitted black one and put the words Ride-Or-Die on it in large neon-blue graffiti script that he knew she'd love, which she did. She was still wearing it now. Finally, as always he had made her artwork like he'd done for her past couple of birthdays. This time he did three: the first was a painting of her idol, Beanie Sigel; the next was a cartoon caricature of Cindy as a basketball player; the third was his favorite: a pencil drawing of a recent picture of Riley and Cindy hanging out. In the picture they had been on the couch, Riley laying with his head in Cindy's lap. He remembered he had been exhausted that day while Jazmine had been playing around with her dumb camera. The picture showed Riley barely opening one eye as he flicked off the camera. Cindy had been placing one hand on Riley's braided head, her other throwing up deuces as she grinned at the camera, sticking her tongue out. Riley's drawing was very realistic in comparison with the original picture, especially with the added color he'd done on top of it. Cindy had all but tackled him when she saw the drawing. He was glad to make her happy. That was his homie right there. His official ride-or-die. His main bitch.

"We're heeeeree!" Cindy sang as she pulled up to the curb in front of the Freeman house and across the street from the Dubois's.

"Thank God." Huey muttered loudly, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Aye, hold up. What's the plan for tomorrow and what time?" Cindy turned down the music slightly and turned around in her seat.

"Aw yeah, let's get that straight right now." Riley smirked, also turning to discuss. It had mainly been his idea after all.

The four had decided that since the next day would be Saturday, they would all attend Cindy's favorite downtown club. Because it was an 18 and over club, Riley would also be able to get in too, which made him excited. Especially for one of his ulterior reasons for going….

"We obviously should meet at your place. The club's only about a five minute walk or so, right?" Jazmine said.

"Right. So if you guys just wanna all come to my place together, you can drop off the car in the lot and we can walk there."

"Who's designated driver for the ride back, cuz it sure as hell ain't gonna be me. I'll tell you that right now." Riley announced. He then immediately looked at Huey.

"First of all, you've never in your life been a designated driver. Second, what the hell are you talking about? You're not about to get served at the club." His brother raised an eyebrow at him.

"Pre-game, dumbass! Whatchu think, I'mma club sober? Hah! You crazy." Riley snickered.

"Yeah. Whatever. Anyways, what time are we going?" Huey turned his attention back to Cindy.

"I say we be there by midnight, so have your asses at my place by eleven or a quarter after."

"Why so early if we're five minutes away?"

"PRE-GAME, nigga!" Cindy and Riley shouted.

"Cindy, you don't need to pre-game. You're legal now!" Jazmine giggled.

"I can't let my boy pre-game all by himself." Cindy gave a fake pout and pinched Riley's cheek. He swatted it away with a smirk. "Besides, a few drinks prior to the ones I buy won't hurt me."

"I'm sure they won't." Huey rolled his eyes.

"Man, whateva. Tomorrow night's gonna be on point." Riley nodded, pounding Cindy's fist.

"Hell yeah."

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow." Huey said unenthusiastically. He then gracefully hopped over the side of the convertible and onto the sidewalk.

"Whatchu rushin' to do, nigga?" Riley asked, still sitting in the car.

"I've still got a shitload of boxes to do. They're not going to unpack themselves."

"You right, cuz I sure ain't helpin' you. I've gotta life." Riley snorted.

"I'll help you, Huey." Jazmine smiled as Huey helped her hop over the side as well.

"See there, now she ain't got no life. Ow! Try dat again, light-skin! You think cuz you's a chick you gonna get away with dat shit!" Riley rubbed his newly smacked head as Huey and Jazmine ignored him, walking up the pathway to the house. The two had just returned home for the summer after their junior year away at college. Huey and Riley were both happy that they weren't forced to be in each other's space for so long, now that Riley had found him a small apartment a few blocks from the house. It definitely made their relationship easier… okay, they still fought… a lot, but it was a serious improvement from how they used to be.

Cindy chuckled as Riley continued to rub his head. "Poor thing. You want me to drive you over to your place?"

"Nah, I'm actually gonna hang out here for a while then walk home later. But you wanna play a quick game 'fore you leave?" He nodded over to the driveway basketball hoop.

"I'm not really dressed for a full game, Reez." Cindy gestured to her jeans and flowy blue crop top.

"Ah, so we'll just toss around a couple of baskets. C'mon."

"I'm tired though, man. I ain't really in the mood to play right-"

"Pussy." Riley cut her off with a smirk.

Cindy narrowed her eyes at him. "Nigga, I ain't no pussy, I'm just-"

"Scared?" Riley suggested. "Scared you ain't still got it? I mean, you is 21 now… Huey and Jazmine's age… gettin' up there…. Yikes." He pretended wince and give her a serious look.

Cindy let out a short chuckle of disbelief before rolling her eyes. "Out of the car." She told him, opening her door.

"Hell yeah!" Riley exclaimed, hopping out.

"You's such a bitch."

"Takes one to know one."

"I already know I'm a bitch. HBIC: Head Bitch In Charge, boo. But you still one. And it ain't a good look for a dude to be lookin' like a bitch, my nig."

"I ain't a bitch, I'm a thug. Get it right." Riley smirked, appearing from the open garage as he held his basketball.

"You wish." Cindy grinned, pulling her hair back into a low side-bun underneath her snapback. "What are we doin'? Just free throws?"

"Yeah. Let's play HORSE-CHOKER." He told her, using his longer version of the original game. "Besides, I wanna talk."

"Aiight, what's up?" She asked, gesturing for him to toss the ball for her to go first. Riley gave her his mischievous look before he bounced the ball.

"Now that they're gone," Riley glanced back at the door to make sure Huey and Jazmine hadn't come back out for any reason. Then he turned to Cindy again. "We still doin' what you said you'd do?" Cindy grinned, already knowing what he was talking about.

Their deal. For the past year and a half since Riley turned eighteen, the two had been pumped that they could finally start hitting the clubs together. They went frequently, always getting buzzed prior to going. A few months ago, they had made a deal that when Cindy was 21, she would hook him up by ordering drinks for him. They weren't too worried about getting caught; the club wasn't very strict and Riley and Cindy knew a lot of the people that worked there anyway. They were confident they wouldn't get in trouble. All they wanted to do was have a good time.

"I promised, didn't I?" Cindy smirked, shooting her ball from the free throw line. It went in flawlessly. "And have I ever broken a promise to you?"

"Not that I can remember." Riley replied, retrieving the ball and walking to her spot. "And you betta not start."

"Please." She watched as Riley's ball easily went in. "Tomorrow night's gonna go perfect."

"Real talk. The only thing we gotta do is make sure Huey McHater don't catch us." Riley rolled his eyes as Cindy chose a spot.

"Awww, is Reezy worried about big brother catchin' him?" Cindy grinned at him as she made the shot from the three-point line without even looking.

"Shut the hell up. I ain't worried about shit. I just don't want him up my ass about it… no homo."

"Gay."

Riley used the back of his hand to give her a love tap on her bare stomach, nudging her out of the way to take his shot. He missed. "Dammit."

"Ha!" Cindy stuck her tongue out at him before skipping to retrieve the ball.

"Kiss my ass." Riley flipped her off with a grin.

"Kiss mine first." Cindy smiled innocently back at him, pointedly deciding to spin the ball on her middle finger.

"Bitch, please. I don't kiss the ass of no hoe."

"Nigga, do I look like a hoe to you?" Cindy continued to spin the ball, now propping her free hand on her hip. Riley just smirked down at her and gave her a once-over.

"Hmmm… belly shirt… belly ring… tight-ass jeans…. You really want me to answer that question, white girl?"

Cindy raised an eyebrow at him, stopping the ball from spinning by catching it. Then she grinned at him. "Do the jeans make my ass look nice, though?" She turned slightly.

Riley snickered and nodded with a small smirk. "Oh hell yeah." He knew he had a fine best friend and wasn't shy to let her know. They'd always been that comfortable with each other.

"I got the birthday cake in 'em?"

"C, yo ass got the birthday cake in anything."

"Bitch." Cindy giggled, smacking him.

"Hoe." He grinned, getting in her face.

"Trust, I'm boutta make you my hoe… then my whore." She winked before turning around, choosing to shoot from a spot very far from the net.

"Girl, no way you makin' that-"

Swish.

Cindy smiled at him. "You were sayin'… hoe?"

30 Minutes Later

"Mother FUCK!" Riley cursed as his last shot at making a comeback died when the ball hit the rim and bounced off.

"WHOOOOOO!" Cindy cheered loudly, already beginning to gloat as she danced. "Booty dance, the booty dance! Booty dance, the booty dance! Booty-booty-booty, do the booty dance!"

Riley crossed his arms and watched her perform his Celebratory Booty Dance. "You such a hoe. Jackin' my shit, man."

"Please, boy. You just mad cuz I make it look good." She smirked, ending her dance by dropping it low one time. Riley shook his head at her and gave her the bird.

"Stop dat lyin'." She gave him a big smile as she flicked him off in return. "Good game, Reezy." She said, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot.

"… Yeah, whateva." Riley crossed his arms again and looked away from her.

"Excuse me, what was that? What do you say?" She narrowed her eyes, prompting him. Riley sighed before turning back and glaring at her.

"Good… game… Cindy."

"Good boy!" She smiled, giving him a light applause. "Now you're supposed to say, 'I, Riley Freeman, am a punk-ass bitch who will never in my life win a game against Cindy McPhearson and will always hate on her shine because she is so much better than me in every single-'"

"Oh, shut up, girl!" Riley laughed, grabbing her in a hold.

"No!" Cindy giggled, trying to squirm out of his grasp. Riley managed to lift her up and toss her over his shoulder, now beginning to walk with her.

"It's time for you to take yo white ass home, girl. I'm bout sick of you." He snickered, going to her car.

"Damn, you kickin' me out on my birthday though?" Cindy complained, still trying to kick her legs that Riley had a firm grip on.

"Yup."

"I hate you, nigga."

"Love you too, babygirl." Riley smirked, opening her driver's side door and tossing her gently in the seat.

Cindy huffed playfully as she took her keys out of her pocket. The small bumblebee charm that Riley had gotten her hung from the key ring, making Riley grin.

"When you gon' let me drive this car, C?" He asked, shutting her door before he leaned his hands to rest on the top.

"You wait on that." Cindy smirked as she put the key in the ignition and started it.

Riley sucked his teeth. "Girl, you cold. I'm good enough to drive your car when you need it checked out, but you won't let me drive it based just on the fact that we homies?"

"Well, you do work at a car shop, so that's a big reason, nigga. And two, I don't let anyone drive my car. Actually, I think you the only one. So consider yourself lucky that I trust you that much with my baby."

"Yeah, yeah, yo baby." Riley rolled his eyes with a grin. He loved Cindy's car. It was a 2012 convertible Camaro that she'd gotten designed exactly like the model from the Transformers movie: golden yellow, two black stripes on the hood, down to the Bee-Otch air freshener that dangled from the mirror.

"You sure you don't want me to drive you to your place?" Cindy asked, reaching down into her purse on the floor and pulling out her Aviators.

"I'm good. I'mma jack some food, chill out here for a while, then walk over later."

"Freeloader." Cindy snorted.

"Whateva, girl. Getcha ass home."

"Text me later?"

"If you're lucky." Riley shrugged.

"I'm feelin' pretty lucky on my birthday, nigga." Cindy grinned at him.

"You just think the whole world revolves around you, don'tchu? Shame."

"Shut the hell up and gimme a hug, dumbass."

Riley chuckled, leaning down to give her a one-armed hug as she hugged his neck. "Happy birthday, Cin."

"Thanks, Reezy. Mwah!" She made the noise as she gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

"Girl, you always gotta get all gay and mushy on a nigga! Damn!" Riley snickered, pulling back away from her.

"Aww, I love you too." Cindy smiled at him, putting her car in drive. "See you tomorrow!"

"Later." Riley patted the car and stood back. She gave him a tiny wave before she pulled off, already blasting her music. Riley shook his head with a grin as he headed up to the house. When he got in, he glanced to the living room and noticed Huey and Jazmine on the couch as they watched TV.

"I thought y'all were unpackin' boxes." He said, entering the room and plopping down beside Jazmine.

"It's called taking a break." Huey commented.

"Mm-hm, 'break.' Riiight. I know y'all ain't done no shit on this couch durin' this 'break.' Warn a nigga or somethin'."

"We haven't done anything with Mr. Freeman in the house, silly. He's right upstairs." Jazmine told him, giving him a look.

"Whateva, freak. Upstairs ain't down here, is it?" He quipped, staring as he tried to figure out what they were watching on television.

Jazmine continued to look at his profile before she grinned. "Have you?"

"Have I what?" Riley turned back and raised an eyebrow at her in confusion.

"Done anything? Cuz you got a little somethin' on your cheek." She pointed with a small smirk. Riley raised his hand to his cheek and rubbed off something slightly sticky… and shimmery.

Cindy's lip gloss… dammit.

"Ooh. You and McPhearson? Interesting. But you had to do shit outside though?"

"Nigga, shut the hell up!" Riley snapped at Huey. "Nothin' happened! Y'all know we just homies."

"Mm-hmm." Jazmine and Huey went at the same time.

"Fuck y'all."

"You two are sooo dumb. I swear you guys just need to date." Jazmine sighed.

"They're definitely perfect for each other." Huey muttered.

"I think they're just too blind to realize that they like each other." Jazmine nodded, turning to him.

"I'm right here!" Riley glared at them for talking like he wasn't in the room. "And y'all stupid. You been singin' this damn song foreva, when you already know that we just friends. Best friends. Dat's it."

Jazmine turned back to Huey and they both gave each other a small disbelieving look before glancing at Riley again. "Okay." They replied in an indifferent tone.

"… I hate y'all." Riley stood from the couch and headed into the kitchen to find something to eat.

Stupid-ass niggas. He thought with an eyeroll. He didn't know how many times he had listened to Huey and Jazmine telling him that he and Cindy liked each other. He could only assume that Jazmine was probably telling the same thing to Cindy, but wasn't sure. It wasn't like she ever brought it up. The whole thing was ridiculous to him. He and Cindy had been friends for over ten years. They'd never had any type of romantic relationship. So what if he found her attractive, sexy even… who didn't? She was definitely hot for a white girl. And so what if their playfulness was sometimes flirty, that was normal… right? It wasn't like it meant anything. Everybody flirts every once in a while, it was no big deal. The bottom line was that he and Cindy were friends. They had and will always have a friendship. And that was it. Huey and Jazmine were just trippin' because they were "in love" and apparently wanted everyone else to be in love too.

… BOOOOO! Dat's gay. Fuck love.

And so the first chapter is complete. I know that it's waaayyy shorter than my usual lengthiness. This will hopefully change over the next few chapters. Consider this a prologue.

Whaddya think so far? Like it? Hate it? Wanna kill me for starting this instead of updating B.W.U.R? Ah, that's the one. LOL! Don't worry, I'll try to have that update by tomorrow :)

Feel free to leave me a review! They really do mean the world to me :)

Thanks for reading and they'll more chapters to come soon! Peace!

~Schweetie

Disclaimers: I do not own the movie from which gave this Fanfic inspiration, Friends With Benefits (so good! i had to say that again :)). I do not own the song Stay Schemin' by Rick Ross featuring Drake and French Montana. I also do not own product from the Lids hat store, no rights to HBIC acronym (apparently this became popular from that chick Tiffany "New York" Pollard? Ugh. Ratchet.), no rights to the Transformers movies, car, design, 2012 Chevy Camaro convertible, or little Bumblebee air freshener (I love the movies so bad. And I WANT a car just like the upgraded Camaro in the movie. no lie. exact replica). And the "Horse-Choker" thing comes from The Real episode of Boondocks where Riley's listing all his nicknames/aliases…. Also don't own the original HORSE basketball game. lol! :)

PS: I also do not endorse underage drinking, especially when driving (at any age). Words of wisdom for the day. :)