(haha) corrections from Chapter 1's A/N: I joined the site on May 28th, so I actually had a vague idea of this on the 27th. When I referred to "they," I meant Tutoring Our Love and Don't Make Me Regret It (TOL and DMMRI), which still have more views/visitors than anything else! I'm not necessarily mad—I mean, they are my stories after all—it's just I want feedback from you guys to know what I'm doing wrong so that I can fix it and get my shit together. Because at this point I'm not sure if y'all just like to read completed stories or if those two stories were my only okay writing.
A/N: So, here we go. Sorry guys for not posting a chapter sooner—I was actually writing/typing them in my spare time this week ;) plus I didn't have school on Friday! So, now that some are completed, I'll be able to update the first few chapters consistently and hopefully I can continue to the end with the same process/method. I'm starting yet another story, or at least I plan to, after I finish these. Then it's going to be oneshot central. After that, I will continue a story I meant to finish a long time ago, and hopefully I'll have more ideas by then! Lol no really I'm scared! I want to write Boondocks fanfics and I know I do, it's just I want to be original, and it's hard to think of ideas without copying like 10 people's stories! Naw, really, help me Boondocksers!
P.S. pickup from last chapter is in italics…
DISCLAIMER: still don't own The Boondocks.
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.
"Oh," Jazmine says, still taking in that her best friends that never interacted with each other got together and had a baby. "She's so cute!" she exclaims, trying to be the bubbly Jazmine everyone knows. Or at least everyone in Woodcrest, that is.
Flashback…
Jazmine, still considered "the new girl" in town after living in Delaware for two years, goes to a school in Plymouth Meeting—a town in Montgomery county, the county right next to Philadelphia. But here, it was different. Here, she was the queen bee and no one could stop her as they could in the past.
"Jazmine! Jazmine!" a feminine voice calls from down the hall.
"Can I help you?" Jazmine says with sass.
"Well, yes. I need your autograph for the school newspaper because we're doing an article on fashion and—"
"Say no more," Jazmine says as she takes the pen and writes her name on the paper, followed by waving the frantic girl off.
"Thank you!" The girl calls while running away. Jazmine couldn't here her, though. There were too many guys catcalling her with "damn, you fine" and similar things for her to even pay attention to the girl.
Well, that and the fact she was actually getting credit for fashion when she used to be bullied for it...
End of flashback…
"Jazmine! Jazmine!" Cindy calls, but Jazmine still doesn't hear her. Minutes have passed by while Jazmine's just taking a mental trip down memory lane.
"Here, I got this," Riley starts. "MARIAH! BROAD! TRICK! WHORE! SLUT! HOE! BITC—" Riley's cut off by a loud slap delivered by Jazmine, who comes "back to life" when hearing these names; hearing the names the kids used to call her. "And this is why we call you names…" Riley murmurs under his breath, trying to show that he's not hurt.
"Damn, Jaz. All those years gone—you get strong or something?" a voice Jazmine was not aware was here asks. She turns and looks to make sure this is really who she thinks it is, before running over and hugging him.
"Hey, Ceez," she says in a lovingly manner.
"Still didn't answer my question," he jokes. Jazmine backs up and gives him a fake stern look. "Okay, okay, calm down now. Just playing, just playing," he assures her.
"I know, I know," she says in a gentle, relieving manner. There was a moment of silence to follow.
"Hah, you know the funny thing about all this? Huey's bitch ass self is the only one who didn't say nothing," Riley calls attention upon Huey.
"Well, unlike you two hooligans, I know my place in conversation," Huey comments without looking up from the stove. When did he get there? Jazmine thinks, then decides not to ponder about her ninja friend's abilities. Or at least she thinks they're still friends…
Cindy opens her mouth, then quickly closes it. She looks at Huey as if to see if he was watching what she was doing, before opening her mouth once again after she realized he wasn't. "Well, both you niggas 'on't even know y'all's place in the world," Cindy remarks while laughing.
"Shut up, Cindy," Caesar starts. "You know you love me, boo." Huey looks up this time, and Cindy turns back around as if to pretend that she was never checking for whether or not he looked at her interactions with other men.
"Caesar. That's not appropriate, now," Cindy scolds. Huey smirks just a bit, then picks up what Jazmine can now see is a pot of pasta a puts it in the sink. He drains it and adds sauces and garments and other things that chefs do—something Jazmine wouldn't know a thing about—before spreading it on 5 adult sized plates and 1 kid sized plate. He gives some to everyone at the table and Caesar turns on Sunday night football. Riley, being so caught-up in the midst of the world around him, looks down at his plate for the first time; utterly disappointed.
"Where the fried chicken at?"
A/N: okay, so I just had to end the chapter like that—haha. So guys feedback feedback please! I know there's like no general issues but I've been dropping some hints here and there about different things that you need to pay close attention to ;) and also some things… well, actually, a fair amount of things, are going to be revealed or at least hints dropped about them over the next 2-3 chapters. Then a few more chapters where the rising action takes place and the climax then the falling action and all of that kind of stuff.
Once again, feedback, feedback, feedback!
