Oh joy! i got it all written out! . Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE BOONDOCKS CHARACTERS. BUT I DO OWN SAMMI WILLIAMS.

"Thug Blood"

Esco: man diz nigga iz gay

Iceey: haha you say that about everyone

Esco: no i dont

Iceey: nigga, yes you do. don't argue with me

Esco: aye i wuznt startin no arguement

Iceey: argument, riley

Esco: whateva nigga

Iceey: hahaha

Class had only begun minutes ago and the two were already preoccupied texting each other under their desks.

Esco: the nigga 2 ur left tryin 2 get a peek down ur goodiez

Sammi's aqua eyes shot over to the white boy besides her leaning extremely close to her. She glared at him for a moment before he realized that she knew and he blushed and slouched down in his desk from shame. Sammi had grown a lot since eight years old. She was now rank one of the top ten hottest girls in Woodcrest High, but she really never cared much for popularity. Yet, she always loved making a ton of friends. Go figure. Instead of being that skinny little girl that walked around in an Eskimo jacket ten times her size, she blossomed into a an hourglass young woman with complimenting, layered clothes. Majority of her skin wasn't visible underneath all her shirts, tights, skirts/shorts, and jackets, yet every guy in school slack jawed over her when she walked by. Sometimes even Riley had to stop and say, "DAAAAYYYYUM, Iceey! Yous lookin' hot!" Sometimes, Sammi would even return the compliment with, "Ooh, Esco! I just wanna take you home!" And neither one thought anything of compliments to each other like that as anything except, "I've got your back against the horny bastards/bitches, if you need me." So, usually the reply was, "Yeah, I know. Thanks."

Today was one of those days. She was wearing a tight black tube top under a bejeweled mesh shoulder shirt that gave full enough access to her cleavage if you looked at her from a certain angle. She was also wearing cropped black tights under her black and white striped shorts, white Vans with black hearts, and a black jacket with white fur trim on the hood. But what really topped it off were her big silver hoop earrings, silver chain with a large dollar sign hanging from it, her au natural mineral make-up, and her four cute pigtails. She was quiet a sight, even with slightly small curves and an even smaller waist. "Damn, Asian side," she would always rasp to her reflection. She wasn't flat, no, but she just didn't buy D cup bras ("At least they're small Cs and not As," she would encourage herself) or have huge forty-inch hips… but she did have a decently curvy backside for an Asian girl and a nice little hourglass frame.

Iceey: thanks

"Now, I'm going to come around to check and collect your homework," the balding teacher stated as he rubbed his hands together timorously, "Unless there are any more questions?" Riley raised his hand quickly in a state of panic, he hadn't finished his homework and was looking for a way to give him more time, "Aye, ova here!" Sammi smiled and shook her head. Riley had done some growing up as well. He wasn't that tiny, cute gangsta wannabe like he was before… well, he was still cute and still a gangsta wannabe… but his body had grown into a luscious "thug body," or so he called it. He even got his left ear pierced and proudly wore a diamond stud around everyday. And his face was more pronounced than before but he still had that boyish, baby face look about him and that pretty-boy grin (not to mention he still wore his cornrows) that made all the girls' hearts skip a beat.

"Yes, Mister Freeman?" the teacher asked monotonously. Riley set his arm down on the table, causing his old Lethal Interjection Crew chain to clang lightly, and asked the first question that came to mind, "Ok, so if this Romeo trick was SOO into that Rosaline hoe, then why'd he change his mind and go afta' Juliet? Wouldn't his homie, Mercutio, see right through Romeo's feelin's and be all, 'YO, BACK UP?' Don't sound like no TRUE friendship to me, Teach." The classroom was silent for a moment and the teacher stared over at Riley, he knew his game. Riley glared back, determined to win the contest and get what he wanted. "He has a point," commented Sammi slyly, she knew what was going on. A small smile played across Riley's face as the teacher hesitated then turned back to his board.

Iceey: hahaha kudos

Esco: thnx

Riley looked up at the teacher at the board once more then down at his paper.

Esco: aye got da anser 2 da last 1

Iceey: haha it's your lucky day, buddy. i'm feeling generous.

Minutes later, after Riley had proudly finished his work and grinned to himself, the shrill bell rang throughout the campus. "Alright students, give me your work at the door before you leave," the teacher said timidly. When Riley passed him up, he slapped the paper in his hands and smirked, "Thanks a lot, Teach." And as Riley adjusted his backpack over his shoulder, he whispered out, "Lil' bitch," and made his way out the door.

"Heeeey, Esco," two girls cooed. Riley nodded over at them with his pretty-boy, melting grin and the brunette Latino whispered frantically over to her blonde friend. Woodcrest had grown to home vast communities of various races over the years, therefore causing the percentage of white population to go down to 35 (with Latinos at 25, Asians at 5, Blacks at 20, and Other at 5). The girls licked their lips at him and giggled shamelessly. Riley "Escobar" Freeman winked at them after previously roaming his eyes over their entire bodies. Then finally, the Latino girl gestured for him to follow them before slowly beginning to creep backwards. Riley raised an eyebrow and took a step forward as they took a step back. The girls giggled and cooed, "C'mon, Esco, wanna play?" He grinned and the girls froze with awe. Riley moved closer to them and bent his head over the Latino girl's neck so that his warm breath would prickle her neck as he spoke. "Ya know," he whispered into her ear, "much as I like to hit tha' sheets an' all… I jus' don't do it wit no random hoes. That lux'ury is reser'd fo' my girl only." He gazed down at them as their faces sunk with embarrassment and he had to hold back a wicked smile.

Without a word, he left them to wallow in their self-pity. At the time, Riley was single, but he didn't want to go for just any girls. No, he had to like their personalities. And he also had to get approval from his best friend, Sammi Williams. He could recall dozens of times he broke a girls heart just because Sammi didn't like something about them. To him, Sammi was his other half, if they couldn't accept that then that meant Sammi had been right. After all, "homies over hoes," right? And Sammi was NOTHING close to a hoe. In fact, at around age ten, he completely stopped categorizing her with girls in general. She was a lady. Not a girl, not a hoe, and definitely not a bitch. She was his "closest homie." She was his Sammi. But he didn't have any real romantic feelings towards her. Well, he did have a little sandbox, idolizing crush on her, but that was only because they'd know each other for so long and he could never see himself going after Sammi. Besides, things like that were all too cliché in their minds.

"You're such a heartbreaker, boy."

Speak of the devil. Riley shrugged, "Eh, they was just hoes. Who cares?" Sammi laughed and began to play with one of his braids, "So true. Riley, we need to fix your braids. They're getting all… bluhg again. And maybe we should trim your hair while we're at it. It's grown out about an inch, it seems." He smiled at her, "Aight. We'll take care of it this week'en. Chill out." Sammi smiled and then her mouth turned into a little "o" that meant she remembered something important, "Oh! By the way, our ten-page paper due first thing Monday. Did you do it?" Riley's eyes widened and he thumbed his nose nervously. Sammi just shook her head, "Why'd I even ask…I'll do it for you. I ain't got nothin' better to do, loser." Riley flashed a grateful smile, "Man, you tha' best, Iceey! I owe ya!" Sammi raised an eyebrow, "Damn straight your ass does." Then she smiled and hit his arm tenderly before departing to her next class.

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Sammi sat on the large, tan sued couch with her legs crossed over each other like a child and a deep bowl of cookies-n-cream ice cream, peanut butter, and chocolate sauce all mixed together in her lap. The spoon was held lazily in her hand and her eyes were glued to the television in front of her that was turned to the station MTV. She had her hair pulled back into a high ponytail and was wearing a white tank top with her baggy gray sweatpants and rainbow socks. She spooned up a bit of her "angel food," as she called it, as Granddad walked in. "Well, hey there lil' baby girl," he greeted with a smile as he headed towards the fridge. "Hey, Granddad," she smiled back, momentarily moving her aqua eyes from the screen, "I got some more orange juice for you when I was at the store today before you ran out." Granddad pulled out the carton as she spoke to pour himself a glass, "I noticed. Thank you, miss Sammi." She nodded in response and spooned some of her concoction into her mouth as he walked out of the room. Over the years, Sammi had stayed over with the Freeman family so long that their house had become her second home and the guest room had started to be regarded as "Sammi's room" in the household. And considering they never really had any guests, it wasn't a problem or inconvenience.

"Aight, i's all clean," Riley stated as he walked in rubbing his head with a towel. She had taken out his cornrows then told him to wash it before she braided his hair anew. "K, come here," she moved her bowl onto the table and gestured for Riley to sit on the floor in front of her. "I'ma borrow some'a yo' food," Riley told her as he picked up her bowl of dessert and scooped up a mouthful. Sammi chuckled and began to tightly braid his hair. She was a perfectionist, so as simple the task was, it took her longer than anyone else normally would.

"It's been a while… I know I shouldn't of kept you waiting… But I'm here now."

Sammi looked up at the screen, "This song is the shit right here, Riley." Riley scoffed, "Is' just that white hoe, Brittany Suck-a-cock." Sammi hit him upside his head and continued braiding.

Let me break the ice

Allow me to get you right

Let you warm up to me

Baby, I can make you feel

Hot, hot, hot, hot

"Man, ain't they got some gangsta rap to play?" Riley whined as he scooped up some more ice cream in the spoon and leaned back against the couch. "Nigga, hush!" Sammi told him, "Gimme some of that." He held the spoon out behind him for her and kept his eyes glued to the television. "Pretty coo' video tho'," he stated spooning some ice cream into his own mouth. He didn't really care much for what was on screen until "When I Grow Up" by the Pussycat Dolls popped on. "DAAAAYUM those hoes is FINE!" he commented with a grin. Sammi shook her head, "Douche bag." Riley ignored her, "You know, you kinda look like that redheaded hoe." Sammi looked up at the screen, "Who? Kimberly Wyatt?" Riley shrugged, "I ono, if that her name, yeah." Sammi continued braiding, "I don't know either. I can never remember who is who." Riley grunted in reply as he scooped more ice cream into his mouth.

She got me speedin' in the fast lane

Pedal to the floor man, tryin'a get back to her love

Best believe she got that good thang

She my lil' hood thang, ask around they know us

They know that's my (BUST IT) Bay-bay

Everybody know that's my (BUST IT) Bay-bay

Everybody know that's my…

If I wasn't married to the streets, it would be you

Your lips, what make you so cute

Love when you poke yo' mouth out when you mad too

Save your numba' in my phone under "lil' boo"

"Yeah, yeah! Plies!" Riley cheered out as he pumped his fist into the air. "Riley! Stop movin'!" Sammi rasped out as he fidgeted around, "Damnit, Riley! You're seventeen years old, act like it! Calm the fuck down!" He eventually calmed down and leaned back against the couch singing along with the song. Sammi even joined in.

Yeah, Yeah... (so now)

They say he's an entertainer (slow down)

You're just one more (he don't respect you)

He just gon' hurt you (and neglect you)

Well, let em' say what they wanna (yeah)

I made a promise (yeah)

To do you right and I'm gonna (hey)

Girl, I do everything I can

To prove I'm a betta' man

Than ya friends think I am

"I'm not gonna lie, Plies is the shit," Sammi said with a daydream sigh. Part on and part two of that song blew her away. It was a gangsta love song (just like "Thuggin' Love"). Her favorite kind of songs were love songs, rap or not. (Her favorite songs at the moment were actually "I'm In Love With A Girl" by Gavin DeGraw and "Bust It Baby: Part I & II" by Plies.) "Done!" she happily clapped her hands together. Riley ran his fingers through his freshly braided hair and smiled, "Aight. Thanks, Iceey." She nodded in reply and snatched up her now empty bowl, "Nigga… you ate it all!" Riley stood up and smirked, "Just think of it as a fava' cause you know now you won't loose yo' fig'ur. Heh. Night, I'm outty." He spun around and waved carelessly. Sammi raised an eyebrow and shook her head.

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"Thank you, Miss Williams. Thank you, Miss Bennett," the balding teacher replied quietly as the student handed him their papers. Sammi sat down at her desk and brushed back her long, straight bangs of her crimped hair behind her ear. Today she styling a red tube top under a loose long-sleeved black shirt that had a cutout of her shoulders and a slit down her front, a black leather mini skirt, red leggings, and black boots (along with her silver hoops and dollar sign chain). She eyed the door casually waiting for Riley to emerge. She had given him his paper early that morning, so she wasn't watching to furry over and give it to him, but was watching to see if the teacher saw right through his folly. Soon after the tardy bell, in came Riley with his baggy pants sagging over his black boxers, loose white tank top, and his old Lethal Interjection Crew chain swaying around his neck. He didn't have his backpack with him today, as he usually only brought it once a week, but his paper was in hand and he shoved it over to the teacher with a small smirk before making his way over to his desk. Being as Riley was the last one in, the teacher decided to skim through his paper. "Mister Freeman," the teacher started and Riley turned around to raise and eyebrow, "you didn't write this." Riley grimaced and Sammi blinked innocently. "Miss Williams," the teacher turned to her and her mouth formed into an innocent little "o." Riley's eyebrows furrowed together but before he could speak, the teacher cut in, "Miss Williams, it's wonderful how you did the paper for your boyfriend but…" Sammi's eyes widened angrily and she stood up, "EXCUSE ME?! He is NOT my BOYFRIEND and I am NOT his bitch! Just because I wanted to give my THUG BLOOD brother a goddamn break and HELP his ass out, you actin' like I'm his BITCH GIRLFRIEND?! HELL to the NAW! I ain't NOONE'S BITCH!" Riley sniggered loudly, "Man, you shouldn'a said it like that! She a high-class fem'nist!" Sammi's nose was crinkled up in anger and she scoffed before she picked up her bag and started for the door, "C'mon, Esco. He's pissin' me off." Riley sniggered again, "Yous got bitched, Teach!" then followed Sammi out the door.

He was still sniggering when they were outside and walking off campus, "Ova' react enough, Iceey? Damn." Sammi smiled and readjusted her bag on her shoulders, "Girls gotta do what she's gotta do to get her and her best friend outta class without punishment." Riley raised and eyebrow and her and chuckled, "You somethin' else."

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It was about eighty degrees out with the cool wind blowing gently across their faces through the leaves of the trees. "Man, I ain't never gon' unda'stand how you always cold," Riley commented as they strolled with their arms linked calmly through the green park. Sammi shrugged, "I figured I would've had it outta my system after livin' somewhere colder a few years, but it never went away. The only time I'm not cold is in hundred degree weather, and that's still cool to me." Sammi glanced down at his Lethal Interjection Crew chain then back up at Riley, "Why do you still keep that?" When they were thirteen, Thugnificent had moved out of Woodcrest. Being as Riley was the only one in the crew that couldn't move with him, his membership in the crew became annulled indefinitely. And when Riley went to return it to Thugnificent, he was told, "Naw, lil' man. It's yo's." Riley grabbed his chain with his free hand and they looked down at it, "Thug told me I had'a rep the crew while he was out Woodcrest. So I'ma keep it, even when we get a crew."

When we get a crew. Keyword: we. They had always planned to get into a crew together, but no crew so far believed Sammi was thug enough because she was a woman. But they all offered Riley a spot just for him to say no. Everyone wanted Riley Escobar: former fledgling of gangsta rapper Thugnificent of the Lethal Interjection Crew. But the only way to get Riley, was to taken in Sammi, too. It was a tough bargain that no one was willing to take. Sure, they'd get the young street thug, but having a woman on the inside wasn't worth it for them. They didn't want to seem soft just because they let in a girl. Ironically, in all of Riley's crazy adventures in the streets, Sammi was always there by his side. Out of the both of them, Riley would admit that Sammi was way more thick-skinned than he. When they were out running their games and playing their malicious stunts, Riley feared Sammi. She was a completely a different character when it came to the streets; she wouldn't let anyone butter her up or run their mouth to her. She'd never killed anyone, no, but she was still brutal and merciless. But what would expect from a girl who spent half of her childhood in the South Bronx district?

They continued walking and admiring the wisps of fluffy clouds in the vast blue sky as well as the colorful flowers in bloom. It was a beautiful day out. "Aye, you hungry?" Riley asked as he spotted a hotdog cart, "I'ma buy." Sammi laughed, "Nigga, you KNOW I ain't one to resist a free meal!" Riley laughed, "Aight. I got it. Go jack a bench. Oh, and what you wanna drink?" Sammi had begun to walk off slowly, "Uhm… you pick." Then he nodded and she trailed off to the nearest free bench (that happened to be pretty far away). As Riley paid for the two hotdogs and cokes, a familiar voice spoke to him. "…'That's how it starts, taking bitches out to eat meals and whatnot'," Riley froze, he knew that voice far too well, "… 'Next thing you know, you wake up in a rest haven for hoes, a sanctuary for scandalize skeezes and stunts.' Now I wonder who told me that?" Riley grimaced and pocketed his change before gazing up at none other than his older brother, Huey Freeman. "What chu want, nigga?" Riley rasped out, "Ain't you s'pposed to be in college?" Huey raised an eyebrow and his auburn afro rippled in the breeze, "Aren't YOU supposed to be in school?" Riley was silent and turned away. Huey glared at him emotionlessly, "Who's the girl?" Riley "hmph"-ed at him and didn't even look back, "Ain't none'a yo' buis'ness last I checked, Huey." In response, Huey furrowed his eyebrows together and turned to walk away. "AYE! HUEY!" Riley yelled out. Huey stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "YOUS STILL A BITCH!" Riley finished as he sniggered to himself. Huey gazed at him coldly and continued walking.

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"Aw, c'mon, baby boo. I just want yo' name."

"No, I'd rather not, thanks," Sammi replied with her legs and arms crossed, she was quiet annoyed.

"C'mon now… fine thang like you can't leave me hangin'. What I gon' tell my crew? C'mon, cut me some slack. I just want yo' name," the dark man persisted with a wicked smile. His "crew" sniggered behind him. "Fo'get that nigga. Quero tu… Me muero de ganas… Necesito sentirte," the Latino of the two "crew members" stated as he looked at her vigorously. Sammi scrunched up her nose in disgust, she didn't know Spanish, but she had an idea as to what he was saying. "Imi imishe Kuso! Dete ike! Kono shiri-nuke-me!" she replied harshly in Japanese. They all hooted with laughter and she noticed them crowd around her fiercely. She looked up into each one of their ugly faces and snarled, "Namen nayo. You better back the fuck up or… Koro shite yaru." Only when she was extremely angry (or speaking to someone who only spoke Japanese) did she switch to the language. But they just stared down at her, smirking. She glared up at them and her hand snuck into her backpack. "Anata no ketsu wa kusa da oyobi ore wa shibakariki da. Hine daikon… Tameguchi kitten ja ney o…" The Latino bent his face over and wiped her raven hair from her neck. Had they not been sniggering and unzipping their pants, they would have noticed the gun. "Baka neingino!" Sammi screamed out as she elbowed the Latino in his delicate nose and pulled out a second gun with her free hand. "Anata wa sei desu?" she teased with a sickly sweet grin spread across her face, "Hmm, Issunboshi?" The Latino grasped his bleeding nose angrily with his left hand and pulled his right shoulder back to hit her. Sammi raised an eyebrow as he was so suddenly stopped by a firm hand.

"Ya'll shouldn'a fucked wit her," Riley sneered, "cause now we got er'selves a SERIOUS problem." Sammi grinned as the men's faces dropped instantly. Then she noticed the Black to her right slide his hand down into the back of his pants, but before she could do a thing, he pulled it out and shot at Riley. Without thought, Sammi pulled the trigger, but missed when a hand slapped the guns away from her. "Lil' bitch!" the Latino pounced on her, wrestling her down on the bench. Riley grabbed his shoulder momentarily and his eyes widened when he saw a fist come so near his face, but he ducked and jabbed the White as hard as he could. From behind, the Black grabbed him into a headlock. Sammi roared and struggled under the weight of the Latino as he pined her down tight. He chuckled and Sammi bucked up her hips and threw him over viciously before bounding on top of him and introducing her fist to his face. Riley groaned in pain as the White's fists impacted with his jaw and blood dripped to the ground. Riley sniggered and shifted the weight of the Black onto his back as he spun around quickly, knocking the Black into the White. The Latino socked Sammi in her mouth with his free hand and pushed her back. She fell to the ground and her head started to spin. When she was able to focus again, she spotted the Latino reaching for her gun. "Oma Korence!" she screamed out as she brought her knee in to kick him in his face. As he cried out in pain, Sammi snatched up the gun and shot.

BANG!

The Black and the White looked back at the Latino crutching his bloody stomach and snarled. They ran in a rage towards Riley but Sammi lurched herself onto the White's back and pulled at his face as her other arm occupied itself around his neck, gun still in hand. The Black threw a punch, Riley ducked low and hit him with an uppercut to the stomach and a right punch to the jaw. The Black flew backwards and staggered on his feet to glare up at Riley, sweat dripping down his face. Riley cracked his neck and threateningly cracked his knuckles, "That all yo' bitch ass got?"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Sammi swung around, still attacked to the Whites neck as he pulled her arm furiously causing to gun to go off until it ran out off bullets.

Click! Click! Click!

Sammi hastily let go of the White and swung the barrel of the gun into his temple causing him to collapse to the ground. She dropped the empty gun and searched frantically for the second hidden in the dead leaves. She gasped as Riley flew back beside her and wiped the red stream from his mouth. He glanced over at her for a moment then pushed her roughly to the side as a large foot was about to come down and crush them. Riley staggered up and a wave of pain flooded through his right arm, his good arm… and the small hole on his shoulder was still gushing out blood. Sammi got up frantically and ran at the Black, tackling him down to the ground before he threw her up in the air. The Black faltered mentally and soon found Riley's fists impacting rapidly with his face. The Black was forced back and soon found him self pinned to a tree. Riley delivered one finally punch, and the Black fell sideways unconscious.

Riley panted and wiped the rolling sweat from his brows. His eyes widened drastically, "Sammi… S-SAMMI?!" He spun around frantically and searched the horizon to see her lying in a heap of dead leaves. "Sammi?" he called to her. She moaned in pain and Riley quickly went to her side. Her hand was over her navel and Riley noticed a blotch of red surrounding her hand. He removed her hand and his eyes opened with panic. A metal spike had struck clean through her. Riley looked around helplessly, "AYE! SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE! AYE!" But only the wind replied. "Riley… p-pull it out," she said as she winced and rolled to her side, "h-hurry up…" upon her wishes, he pulled it out as quickly as he could and tears formed as he heard her scream in pain. The blood was gushing massively and no one was in sight. "H-hang on, I-I-Iceey, I g-got yo-you," he stuttered out. The three men had gained consciousness by then and fled in fear without Riley even noticing. They were completely alone.

"H-hang on," he said fighting back tears. Sammi smiled at him with her eyes sparkling and then her eyelids began to droop over. "N-NO YOU DON'T S-SAMMI! D-DON'T YOU DARE F-FALL AS-SLEEP! YOU H-HEAR M-ME?!" he rasped out as he could no longer hold back his tears. He placed her hands around his neck and gingerly picked her up bridal style. She rested her head on his shoulder and gasped in her breaths. "Riley… I promised I'd never leave you…" her voice grew weak, "tell me a story, Riley… just like when we were little." Riley smiled at her weakly when she looked up at him with her big aqua eyes. She stumbled through the park frantically trying to either find someone for help or even walk her all the way to the hospital. "A-aight," he started softly, "a l-long t-t-time ago there w-was a l-little rappa' boy."

"…What was his name?"

"W-well, he l-liked to be called Y-young Reezy. A-and one day, he m-met a l-little girl."

"Mm… what was… her name?"

"S-she didn't have a n-name. S-so, he c-called her Iceey b-because she was always cold."

"Mmm…"

"… Sammi?"

(Silence)

"SAMMI?!"

This was very enjoyable to write.

I hope ya'll liked it!

R & R!

Fin