/In this installment of The Boondocks FanFiction, a new character will be installed and ages are changed. Huey is 15, Riley is 13, Jasmine is 14, the new girl is Honey Brown. Honey is Jasmine's cousin and she is 15. She is living with the Dubois's while her parents work out a divorce. This story will be told in different point of views. Enjoy and sorry for deleting this the first time)

Huey's POV

"I just don't get why you are so mad that your cousin is moving in with you." Huey said as he crossed his arms and stared at the TV.

Jasmine groaned loudly and flipped on her back on the floor. "Because!" She sighed, "My cousin, Honey, is an annoying brat!"

"Can't be much more annoying than you!" Riley said as he threw a pillow at her and flopped back down on the love seat to nap, "Now shut up!" He yelled.

"Riley what's wrong?" Mr. Dubois said as he walked in with Granddad.

"I'm tired and Cindy is coming over in a few hours so I gots to get me some goddamn sleep!" He yelled before running upstairs.

"Huey!" Granddad frowned. "Go help the Dubois's move in Honey!"

When they walked outside Huey froze at the sight of the girl that emerged from the Cadillac car. She had long beautiful golden hair that flowed like a waterfall to her waist, big blue eyes that seemed out of place on such a small head. She had eyelashes so long he could see them all the way across the street, she was wearing t-shirt that read "We don't need money: We need a Revolution" and black skinny jeans with running shoes.

Huey froze at the sight on this beauty in front of him. "Wait, could this be happening? Could I actually be having feelings for someone besides Jasmine?"

Honey's POV

Woodcrest was just what I expected it to be, boring. Sure I have only been here just for an hour but nothing is exciting. I stepped out of the car and looked around the neighborhood and saw a couple of dull houses and dull people. A very big change from the streets of Chicago; my eyes stopped and lingered on a tall kid with a huge afro. He looked familiar, he had a rough stance about himself, almost like he hated the world.

"Jasmine!" I screamed at the sight of my little cousin. I rushed to her across the street and hugged her tight. I missed her.

"Hi Honey, how are you?" She groaned. I know Jasmine don't like me but I don't care. I pulled back and looked her in the face.

"You know you could at least act like you like me instead of acting like a bitch." I crossed my arms and looked at the kid beside her. "So," I looked him up and down, "this yo boyfriend?"

"What?!" They both jumped back from each other and Jasmine glared at me. "No! He is just my friend! What's it to you?"

"I was just asking!" I walked away from her and to Uncle Tom. "Hey Tom!" I hugged him.

"Honey! This is such a nice visit already and we just got here! Haha!" He laughed. "This is Mr. Freeman, he lives just across the street, you will be staying with him for about a week starting today because I have a business meeting."

"Cool," I shook hands with Mr. Freeman.

"But you'll be spending that week just you, the boys and Jasmine all at the house, so I suggest you make friends. Huey, get yo black ass over here!" He hollered.

"Yes granddad?" The afro boy reluctantly walked over with Jasmine at his hip.

"Take Honey's bags to the house and put them in the nicest guest bedroom." He smiled at me, "You are just gonna love it here in Woodcrest! The white man's land!"

"Hold up, hold up! Yall little niggas who is this little white girl?" A fat black man ran up dress in yard work clothes.

I smiled and held out my hand, "Hello, I'm Honey Brown! Who are you?"

"I'm Mr. Ruckus Misses White Woman, if you need anything just give me a holler." He walked away to finish doing whatever it was he was doing.

"Why does he seem to praise white people?" I frowned.

"That's Ruckus for you now let's get you moved in!" Tom said as we walked across the street and the boys sat everything up as me and Jasmine sat awkwardly on the couch.

When everyone went up stairs Jasmine growled at me, "Now you so much as touch Huey I will rip your little hood head off!"

"Shut up! You don't fucking own me." I hissed and grabbed her arm.

"Get off me." She narrowed her eyes.

I leaned close to her face, "Make me bitch."

Then it went off. She slapped me and I threw her onto the ground and jumped on her clawing her face. She somehow got her leg up and kicked me off and I landed on the coffee table. She screamed and grabbed a TV remote and launched it at my head, I ducked and jumped on top of the table and kicked her in the face. She flew back and hit the TV.

"You little freak!" She wiped blood from her busted lip and grabbed picture off the wall and hit it on my head. I felt blood trickle from my temple.

I had had it. I grabbed the coffee table and swung it at her as she grabbed a lamp.

"STOP!" I stopped mid swing as I turned to see Mr. Freeman and Uncle Tom watching us.

"Mr. Freeman, Uncle Tom, how long have you been there?" I said gently putting the table down.

Huey shook his head and Riley was laughing, "Man I ain't know you could fight Jasmine! Damn!"

Jasmine sighed and tried to put the "Daddy I'm A Good Girl Don't Blame Me" look on.

"Honey, what is the meaning of this?" Tom said falling for Jasmine's plea.

"You know damn well this ain't my fault." I glared. How was he gonna blame this on me? She slapped me first.

He narrowed his eyes, "I can infer from your past and the reason you are here, that this was you. Now no more!" He hugged Jasmine, "Now babygirl don't let that bad influence hurt you again. We're off!" Tom went to start the car.

"Now here the rules," Mr. Freeman glared at all of us, "1: Don't fuck up my house, 2: No sex I don't want no great grand babies, 3: Huey is in charge. Bye!" He smiled and left.

Three weeks locked in a house with Jasmine begins, now.

I growled at Jasmine, "You just fucked up any chance I had at Tom's good side!" I screamed.

She laughed and I ran upstairs to my room and stared out the window. Fuck Jasmine.