Rated T

Alright readers, this is my first Boondocks story so I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Boondocks. Aaron McGruder and Sony does. (I only own the characters I made up:) )

Characters:

Huey Freeman- 18 year old revolutionist, rarely shows his feelings, lives a few blocks away from Woodcrest, Riley's brother

Riley Freeman- 16 year old drop out, heavily uses the word "nigga", lives with his granddad, Huey's brother

Jazmine Dubois- 17 year old cheerleader, has low self- esteem, lives with her parents Tom and Sarah, friends with The Freemans

Robert Freeman- 85 year old ex-civil rights leader, hates telling his age, loves meeting women on Facebook, grandfather of Riley & Huey (Granddad as they call him)

John Wilders- 20 year old drug dealer, also uses the word "nigga" heavily, street name is J Wild, likes to use teenagers in his drug industry

Chapter 1

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Granddad, Why da house phone ringin' at 5:45 in da morning?" yelled a furious Riley as he wiped his eyes, still lying in bed. It had been a very long night for him. He was gone from 5 yesterday evening until 4a.m. the next morning. He looked to his alarm and it read 6:45. Damn he thought Imma hour behind.

"I pay da pills up in here boy you got that? If my girlfriend wants to call me to make sure I'm up for our little 'play date' she can do that. And it ain't 5:45 it's 6:45." Granddad replied back. He and his "girlfriend" were meeting for the first time today and the first date involved running around the block. She sounded like she was in-shape, so that was right up Granddad's alley. This was another girl he had met of Facebook and this time he thought she was the one.

"Aight nigga don't get mad ova lil petty shit. I just thank it's kinda early. But it's cool, I'm gettin up anyway." Riley said. Riley let out a loud yawn and went over to his closet to pick out his clothes for the day. He pulled out a plain white tank top, brown shorts, and his timberland boots. Riley had a long day ahead of him so it's better if he get it over with sooner than later. Just as he was about to get in the shower, he saw a very confused yet very concerned grandfather in front of him.

"What?"

"Riley, where exactly would a sixteen year old boy be going at almost seven in the morning on a Saturday?"

"Uh, I gotta get my hair braided and then I'm goin to Huey's house do some things."

"Hmmm," Granddad scratched his head, "since you going to Huey's, I guess it's okay. He's always been an early bird. It's good to see some of him rubbing off on you. I hope you get more and more like him every day."

Riley was angry at this point. He hated being compared to his brother. Granddad wanted Riley to be more like Huey his whole life. Riley felt as though he would never be as good as Huey, so he started taking on the "gangsta lifestyle". He's never told anyone but this is not what Riley wanted to be. He only did this because he thought that if he couldn't be equal to his brother, he might as well be the opposite of him.

"Whateva nigga." Riley said as he shut the door up before Granddad could say anything else. Dammit boy. When will he get his act together? O well, off to meet my cutie pie. Granddad shut the door behind him and got into his car.

Meanwhile while Riley was in the shower, his mind began to wonder about why everyone favored Huey over him. "I love my brother, no homo, but I hate bein compared to that nigga. That's why God made me Young Reezy, not bitch ass Huey." He said aloud as he turned the shower water off. Riley wrapped his towel around him and went to his room to change into his clothing. After he did so, he went downstairs and pulled out a container of Simply Orange juice and downed it. "Ah, a full day's supply of Vitamin C," he said and let out a huge burp. He smiled knowing that Granddad would be furious that he had the name brand orange juice. "He'll be alright. Imma need this for what I'm 'bout to get myself into today. Lord I know this is so wrong, but I just can't help what I'm meant to be. Keep me today and for the rest of my life." He then stroked his nappy braids and locked the door behind him.

9:00 a.m.

Jazmine Dubois jumped in the car with all of the décor she bought. "Since he is so dang plain, I hope he likes black for his room and beige for the living room," she said as she cranked the car up. Jazmine was a big fan of old school music. Her favorite old school song was I Wanna Be Your Man by Zap and Rodger. She blasted it until she got to a neighborhood not too far from Woodcrest. She then got out of the car and smoothed out her wrinkled shirt.

Jazmine was a very smart and intelligent young woman. She wore her hair in her two big puff balls that she wore ever since she was young. She was a very beautiful girl and was the perfect combination of white and black, but she didn't think so. She didn't think that she was cute at all and she hated her breasts because they were sized a, and have been that way since middle school. When she was younger, she had a major crush on her best friend. As she got older, she realized they were very different and gave up on trying to be in love with him.

After she had picked up all the items out of her car, she rang the doorbell. The door opened and a tall boy opened the door. "Hey Huey, I told you I was going to come over today with your surprise."

Huey Freeman was indeed a tall young man with a perfect chocolate complexion. He was muscular and didn't look too much different from when he was a child. His afro had grown and was healthier than ever. He was so charming that every girl that came in to Wuncler's Mechanics and More (where he worked for now) wanted to be made his girl. He was every girl's dream but he hated girls that were always stuck on themselves. He wanted a girl that would treat him like his mother treated him when he was younger. The only person he could hold long conversations with was Jazmine. He felt most comfortable with her but most of the time he liked to annoy her. As much as he didn't like to admit it, he thought she was cute when she was mad.

"Glad to see you, you're just in time for meditation," Huey said as he motioned for her to come in the house. As soon as she walked in, her face dropped. The house that Huey had bought was stunning, even though it didn't have much furniture. She loved the wooden floors in the living room. She loved how the windows invited the sun into his house and brightened the room. There was an L-shaped sofa in the living room and a matching chair across from it. Both were beige. He also had a 24' inch TV in the center of the floor on top of a stand. There was a yoga mat right in front of the stand so that if one were watching TV while doing yoga-or meditation as Huey did-they could do so.

"So I'm guessing you in love with my house, huh?" Huey walked behind her and asked.

"Yes I am. I hope that my first house is as amazing as this one. But I can't stay long Huey; my dad is not doing so well."

"He's been sick for quite some time now."

"Yeah it has been like three months now. He doesn't like the doctor but I'm going to make him go later on today. I don't want to startle him now."

"He'll get better don't worry too much."

"Well I'm trying not to but this is a very difficult time for me. He's at home by himself right now so that's why I cant stay long."

"Mrs. Sarah isn't there with him?"

Jazmine looked at Huey and then she realized she hadn't told him the story about her no good mother. Her emerald eyes watered as she was about to tell him the story.

"Don't you ever mention that bitch's name around me again Huey Freeman." Jazmine had never cursed a day in her life. It sounded so awkward to Huey and the moment she said that, he knew something must be wrong.

"Uh Jazmine, exactly what happened?"

"Why did something have to happen? Maybe it's just that I don't like her."

"Jazmine I know something is wrong. You cursed and I know that you love your mother very much. I'm not gonna beg you to tell me what happened but just know that we can talk about anything."

She sighed, sat on the couched, motioned for him to sit down, and fought back her tears. "You're right," she began, "I guess its okay. A month ago that horrid woman I knew as my mother hurt me and my father. She had come home from work one night and she really wanted to have sex with my dad. He really wanted to do it with her, but he still didn't feel very well. At first she understood but then as a couple of days went by, she got real tired of it. So one day when he was real sick, just like yesterday when you saw him, she told him that she was going to work when earlier that day she promised to help take care of him and not go in to work. Days went by and we never did see her. I had gone to school that day and when I came home my dad was crying while lying in his bed. I saw the answering machine in his bed and he pointed to it when I came in the house. I played the message and it was mother's voice. These were her exact words:

Look Tom, I'm sick and tired of this lifestyle. You are not the

spontaneous guy I fell in love with. I can't handle it anymore

and I'm living a much better life with Yao, my Korean

lover. You and Jazmine can handle it without me.

Sometimes I wish I never had her with you because

she will never be a real woman like me. She

will always be a crybaby like you. Goodbye Tom."

After Jazmine told that story and fighting back every tear inside of her, she leaned to the opposite side of the sofa, buried her face in the pillow, and let the pillow catch every tear she let out. Then she felt a hand scoop under her upper body and forced her to a soft but firm body. It was Huey that pulled her to him and then she snapped back into reality. It felt a little weird that he had embraced her because he never did it. When she cried he always patted her on the back. She was unsure as to why he did it, but didn't question it because she needed it. This time he held on to her and he had his eyes closed. She lifted her head slightly just enough to see that his eyes were closed.

"I just prayed for you Jazmine. God does things for a reason. You taught me that." He said then gave a very awkward but warm smile."

"Wow. Thanks. I needed that. Well I need to get going because my dad needs me. I'll see you around Huey."

"I'm coming with you Jazmine," he blurted out unexpectedly as if he didn't even k now what he was saying.

"Alright thanks. You can drive my car. I'll take you back home later on."

I'll always be here Jazmine; I'm never leaving you he thought.

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