What is up. Poop. That was my 10'000

th word. This is the end of the series love letter unless I say it's not. You guys would probably change my mind. This letter is from Cindy to Riley and yeah, this is way overdue. I was reading some old messages and I found one from my girl stella6 (Just saying girl because that is how I talk. I am not a sexual harasser. I am not dating her and she would say no anyways. It's on her profile. Also, if it's not on facebook, it's not a fact.) that asks if I'm going to make one from Cindy and I'm like danggit, I forgot. So, apologies to Stella and I'm writing this one for you and I hope for your forgiveness. Enough of my talking and on with the letter.


Disclaimer: I do not own The Boondocks or any of the characters.

Cindy's Point of View

Yea we thugs, but that doesn't mean we can't be in love

We don't have to be lone doves, we gotta be together

Forever, and ever and ever

K that's a bit cheesy, but our lives would be easy

If we are one, we would have more fun

And if we're bored, we'll just run

As long as I'm with you, I'll never click undo

Am I talkin to you, or just talkin to the moon

Should I send this to him? That's the ultimate question. One part of me just wants to lift this burden off my shoulders, but another part of me is afraid of the harsh rejection that could result of this. I'm hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

I'll just think about it. For now, I stand up from my bed, fold the letter, and put it in my backpack. I take a quick shower and then fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning feeling something in my bed. RILEY?

"Riley? What tha fuck are you doing here?" I scream at him while smacking him in the face.

"OW! Wat tha fuck you do dat for." he yells at me.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"

"I got sleepy and I crashed on you're bed thinkin you wouldn't mind." He explains.

"Well I do. Did you look through any of my stuff while I was asleep?" I ask curiously.

"Panties."

"What?"

"Nuthin. I'm just kiddin. So wat you got to eat up in this bitch?" he asks.

I get up and go to the kitchen to get him some pop-tarts. I rush back up the stairs and I see Riley going through my book bag.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

"I'm just getting some homework done."

I run to him and try to get the book bag. We fight over it until a paper comes out. He immediately picks it up and reads it.

"Oh my god…they say gangstas can't be in love. But fuck stereotypes.


Yes. It's over. Screw you all. I'm kidding. I hope you all enjoyed my series. Please read and review for this one last time. Yet again, I'm sorry Stella for my lateness. I really want to read you're review.