Welp, looks like I just can't stop making new stories. Haha, nah, this one has literally been on my mind since the day before I joined the site (so May 30th) but I wrote DMMRI first. Speaking of which, I hope this will be considered good to you guys, because even though both stories are completed, they still get more views/visitors than any other story. I also decided to stop RHOW?, or at least for a while. I think why you guys aren't liking my other stories as much is because they're not "authentic," as in staying true to the topic of "The Boondocks" and not "The Boondocks plus these 10 other people" or just staying true to the character shown in the TV show and comic-strip overall. So, here goes me trying to be authentic while creating drama at an adult age (not for myself; I'm barely a teen. For the Boondocks crew, of course)

DISCLAIMER: I WISH I owned The Boondocks.

I always appreciated my wife. After a 5 hour surgery the pain was painless, when I opened my eyes and saw my wife and daughter. It was a sign of relief because love hit me immediately when Cindy and Valerie walked towards me, and that overpowers anything you can ever experience. Valerie is only 6. I named her Valerie because it means "strong," and Cindy just thought the name was pretty. She calls me Dad and Cindy "Cin'", although Cindy doesn't seem to care. To be honest, I don't know why or when she started calling her that—she just did. But anyways, Valerie came out looking like a perfect combination of Cindy and I. She has a soft tan skin complexion, her hair is a soft mixture of yellow and orange—like a mac-n-cheese color, I suppose, and she has deep red wine eyes with icy blue trimmings. Further more, she's gotten into STEM (science, technology, engineering, math) programs at a young age, and loves to cook too. Let's just say, if Cindy didn't have the job she had, knowing her, she'd be bragging on Valerie 24/7.

\-_-/

"Sometimes I ask myself…How can I fit in? What makes me so defiant? How could I be so stubborn? Why do I care so much about my appearance or what impresses others? What steps should I take that will heal my confidence? Why do I gravitate to my emotions before logically thinking? Is my pride to big to swallow? Is my past relations the reason love is so difficult to see or understand?" Cindy pauses and looks around the room. "And I've come to the conclusion that it's because I'm not at peace with myself. You guys need to be at peace with yourself before you begin to focus all your attention on others; just as you must love yourself before loving others. And if you become self-conscious? Let them think they got you figured out because what they don't know isn't their business… Y'know, I have an old friend coming in town. Her name's Jazmine—some of you guys might remember her from middle school. Anyways, she always got bullied. She got bullied so much that she moved to another state, and finished all of her school there. She's moving back to spend time with her father and new stepmother, since she's been spending the past years with her mom in another state. Now, she's special because she inspired me to become a motivational speaker. She really did. Just knowing that I could actually help someone get through a tough spot with my words made me feel powerful, and I've always done more than one thing with my mouth. However, over time, I've realized you guys are really the ones who keep me going, not vice versa, and I'll always be there to help out if you do the same. 'Cause in this life of sin, you can only have but so many friends…" she trails off. She calmly exits the stage, mentally preparing to get back home to her husband and daughter.

"ALL PRAISE MASTA CINDY!" some yell in the crowd.

"I LOVE YOU!" others scream.

"'Cause in this life or sin, you can only have but so many friends," Cindy repeats, as if trying to memorize the phrase for another time.

\-_-/

"Wassup, my nigg?" Cindy asks Riley just as the doorbell rings.

"Cin, were you expecting anyone?" a voice asks from the room over.

"No, but I'll go answer anyways." Cindy strolls over to the door, and opens her mouth as if to make a smart remark, but stops midway. "JAZZZZZYYYY!" Cindy squeals. Valerie comes in the room at this point, and Jazmine can't seem to take her eyes off of her. Especially those eyes. They're, like, hypnotic. They remind her of—

Jazmine's thoughts are cut off when she sees a large shadow approach the corner, then a humongous afro when the figure is actually seen with her own two eyes.

"Huey?"

"Jazmine?"

the two old best friends question each other at the same time.

"Uhh, well, umm… how have you—" Huey starts, but Jazmine interrupts him.

"Who's the little one?" she asks.

"Oh. Uhh, that's Valerie. My and Cindy's daughter." And with that, they entered a portal of jealousy, betrayal, and truth.

A/N: So what do you think so far? Lol I wrote this so quick so I'm sorry if it's horrible I want to make this perfect but I also just wanted to start slow and it's not that long I know, I know. But this is what I have. Please forgive me, oh Boondocksers.

I would say 3 reviews for the next chapter, but that would mean I already had the chapters completed… now wouldn't it?