Hello there, Welcome to my boondocks fanfic, its my FIRST boondocks fanfic, i frigging LOVE boondocks (just sayin) so i wanted to write something about it. Its a huey and jazmine pairing, other ppairings too like riley and cindy. I hope the first chapter is okay :) Enjoy EDIT (may 13) CHP 1 Updated, I changed a few things.

Summary: Caez: Lol chillin wit ya baby mama? aye aye i see you tho! Do ya thing!

Title: Same old shit, different day.

Disclaimer: yeah yeah i dont own the boondocks -_- my sexy baby Aaron McGruder does.


The broken record in my mind reiterates over and over again only to recollect the scene that I try so hard to bury.

Deep inside I admonish myself of those...events that happened so long ago.

I absorb books to further better my knowledge, busy myself with tasks to reach the unreachable. An alleged domestic terrorist by the mere age of ten. An adept martial artist, with anything I can find, katana, nunchaku, even mastered bo staff skills. I wanted more and not for personal enjoyment. I could care less about that. African American studies attached to me like a bee to honey. The more I favored it, the more I utterly detested the government.

I had to train myself, protect my family. I didn't want us to fall into these illusions. This world easily falls into goverment tricks, these 'tricks' lead this world to keep looking to government for solutions to problems, even when these schemes fail—or make the problem worse. People put their trust in government—of medicine, of commerce, of banking, of trades and professions—even though this regulation hasn't been shown to be effective, and even though it often fails(which it does). What's behind this persistent faith in government?

Are they Gods?

...

Obi-Wan Kenobi once said 'Your eyes can deceive you, don't trust them.' Distinguishing reality from the illusions people make for us, or the ones we make for ourselves, like pain, sadness...love.

...

It seems to be getting harder though. They say pain is temporary, if so, then...

Why is it I can't forget? Even after all I've accomplished. Protests, being the founder of twenty-three radical leftist organizations, starting up websites-which got shut down because it caused too much controversy-, undergoing secret missions, why?

The pain remains.

Maybe that's part of the plan, to make me think I'm crazy…it's working.


Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention by Manning Marable and Making Malcolm by Michael Dyson, I reread them for a second time. Almost reciting the words, word for word from memory. It was a Saturday, pouring uncontrobally.

5:37 pm

Rain and rain...

Dark, cloudy. Akin to the ambience and my feelings.

Huey

I heard her voice, but I unconciously ignored her.

...

It is senior year at Wuncler High School, only three months remained. I've been given the chance to graduate in December due to my superb grades but declined. No reason why, didnt know why exactly. Something kept me there. Even though I tend to be apathetic towards my professors. I stayed.

...

Huey

I slammed the book closed making a big thump sound and sighed heavily. Slightly annoyed.

I gave her my attention.

"Huey," She slide her headphones down on my bed, music blaring from them. She laid on my bed, stomach down feet up, with one pink hello kitty slipper on, the other on the floor. Jazmine made herself comfortable on my bed everytime she came over. I didn't really care. She had on sweats and a tank. She glared at me wide-eyed. Emerald eyes met mine.

"Did you hear me?"

I sighed. "No."

She huffed then pouted, "Huey, stop day dreaming..." She looked thoughtful then smiled.

"I think I might sleepover...It doesn't look like it will let up tonight..." She grabbed her white iPhone 5,

"It's better than being with those two ranbunctious parents of mine." The mulatto teenager shook her head and continued to use her phone.

Many questioned Tom and Sarah DuBois' relationship. Oh yea whenever you see them, they were a cheerful, happy couple. Often times you'd hear them call each other honeybun, sugarfoot, all that sweet disgusting crap.

Behind the scenes...

You'd think somebody had died, the way Sarah would cry. The way Tom would drink with Grandad. The way Jazmine would come over to cry to me and hold me.

Riley responses were usually, 'Stop Bitchin'' or 'Bout time Tom got rid of that white woman.'

Huey

I stared at the computer screen scanning the news website, like I was some sort of madman. Searching for any mind-numbing news that might trigger my planning to go protest.

I felt a hand rest upon my shoulder, "Huey...I'm go get something to eat. Want anything?" She asked.

I simply shook head no. She left the room.

...

It was mid-Febraury, Woodcrest was packed due to the beautiful spring season that arose. Ed Wuncler the thrid always held a garden party around that time, so all the tourists, business owners and people like Wuncler, (rich and fat) visited and attended to that garden party.

Of course he had it every year, and we definately went every single year, or else we'd be homeless, according to Grandad. Because Wuncler owned the bank that deals with the house we have. So it was a must.

It was friday and it was a teacher planning day so there was no school, Riley was probably off chilling with his homeboys and Jazmine stayed with me. Grandad had went with Uncle Ruckus(No relation) either playing chess, bingo or watching porn. Which was a daily routine, Over the years He and Uncle Ruckus became close, despite the fact that he hated and still hates black people. Grandad left Dorothy here, his pimped out ride became more accessible to me when I turned 16. Dorothy was basically partially mine. I also took care of the car, changing the oil, tuning it up, I knew alot about cars.

So much that I hold a part-time job at Wuncler's Auto Service Repair shop.

...

Now Grandad is creeping up the ladder of age, he wasn't getting any younger. Nonetheless he still had dates, and girls coming in and out. Same as usual.

Grandad's back became worse everyday, so he was prescribed a cane to use, to aid him in his walking. In the beginning he refused the cane. He wasn't havin it, but he began to fall alot, due to not having balance. In the end, he eventually had to use the cane even though it made him feel old.

...

Suddenly my blackberry vibrated.

Caez: Yo bro wassup? Whatchu got goin today?

Michael Caesar aka Caez, my childhood best friend. Despite the fact the he wasn't around for a few years. He and jamaican mother moved down here about 2 years ago, her job relocated. So we were reunited and remained best friends. We shared the same beliefs but he was more of a laid back person and he was an MC, he was pretty good.

Huey: Nothing really, just chillin with jaz.

Caez: Lol chillin wit ya baby mama? aye aye i see you tho! Do ya thing!

Caesar always joked about me and Jazmine. He would always call Jazmine my 'baby mama' or 'ma gurl' when it wasn't even like that. Me and Jazmine were just really close, she was the only girl who was my friend. At school people would often tease and call me Jazmine's man. I didn't really care cause it wasn't true.

Plus most of the guys at the school literally drool and I do mean literanlly drool over Jazmine. I mean the girl is attractive, dont get me wrong.

Jazmine grew unbelievably beautiful, I never paid attention...until now. But I supressed any feelings I had for her. She was my friend, nothing more.

Her hair remained the poofy, strawberry blonde...which I...admired. She was about 5'4 or 5'5 to me. Riley often calls her shawty cause she was short, compared to us. Riley was 6'0 and I was 6'1. The roundness in her face smoothed out to a very feminine structure, her body was fit, and all her curves were in the right places.

Jazmine would work out with Cindy McPhearson aka C-murph, Riley's main girl. But yes, Jazmine is still the sweet, innocent, naive sometimes 'the blonde' in some cases.

Caesar says I'm blessed cause Jazmine would always hang out with me instead of all the guys who offer to take her home, tutor her, eat lunch with her, etc.

It was always me. I am her tutor, I am her ride home, I am her lunch buddy. I saw nothing wrong with that until most of the guys started to gang up on me and talk shit. I tried to avoid violence so I sometimes avoided Jazmine.

Huey: Shut up.

Caez: Aite den i'll slide over dere in a bit...

Huey: Alright


End Of Chapter 1

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