A/N: …been a long time coming—sorry, fam.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE BOONDOCKS, Little Einsteins
A world of money, hoes, and clothes, and cool cars, and other cool shit is what's ahead. Money, hoes, and clothes… all a brother knows, I think of the Big Poppa lyrics, continuing to recite them in my head.
"Riley? Riley? Did you hear me, or were you daydreaming?" Jaz asks, making all sorts of hand motions, all up in my face.
"I LOVE IT WHEN YOU CALL ME BIG POP-PA!" I scream out, and Jaz and Huey look at me like I got high while daydreaming. But, my girl C-Murph got my back, as always.
"THROW YA HANDS IN THE AI-AIR IF YOU'S A TRUE PLAYAAA!" we sing out together.
"GUYS!" Jaz raises her voice at us.
"Riley, are you down with the second part of her agreement, or no?" Huey questions me.
"Uhh… what's the second part, now?" I ask with a tiny, "have mercy" smile.
"You'll need to find a partner for your modeling. We'll need a full background check on him or her, passport or ID, jail records… the whole 9," Jazmine informs me.
"Aye, Cin, can I have your passport and ID?" I ask C-Murph.
"Ri, you're not asking what I think you're asking, right?" Huh, Ri. That's a new nickname. I guess it goes with this new chapter in my life, though.
"Well, I already know everything that's ever happened in your life, and have witnessed it happen since I was eight years old, so I didn't really need the other stuff Jaz asked for," I respond smartly. As expected, she smacks me upside the head.
"No, fool! You know what I meant… I can't be a model! I gotta have my daily dose of McWuncler's, or some other fast food… I work at a bar right now! How does that at all connect with modeling?"
"Simple: models go to bars and/or do photo shoots involving alcohol. And, Cin'… you're the sexiest girl I've seen, ma. You got this in the bag," I tell my best friend. She still blushes, as if this isn't something I've told her before in all of her—very uncalled for and invalid—low self esteem moments. "Come on, ma," I say, extending my hand and placing it on her thigh. "It's a freakin' urban line! We'll get to sag our pants and look like G's anddd get paid for it! And travel and hit clubs in other countries! You know we've been talking about doing that forever," I say with a light laugh.
"Fine. But only because you're my boy," she accepts my offer, finally.
I turn to Jazmine and Huey. Since they've been witnessing our whole interaction, they already know what's up. "So, Jaz… when do we get started?"
\-_-/
Cindy passes me with the ball, going up for a shot, on the basketball courts in Woodcrest… again.
"Got em, got em!" Her basketball catchphrase rings in my head, the same way it did years ago, back when we were only eight years old, when we first met on this same court. And as always, she made the shot.
"Girl, you can only do that cuz you skinny," I play argue with her.
"Skinny? I'm skinny? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Reez?" she responds.
"Yes, yes you are skinny. And what I've seen is a sexy ass motherfucker."
"Boy, you play too much. Besides, how would we have pulled off our greatest heists without you being skinny? Remember the dog door one?"
"Don't even remind me, I think I still have bruises from that one. Actually, sike, please do remind me as to why we thought it was a good idea to go and rob someone via dog door."
"How else were we gonna get in?"
"Pick a lock."
"We didn't know how to pick locks at the time! We were only 10!"
"Speak for yourself, C," I respond with a smirk and a new nickname for my day one. "We could've gone through the window, too."
"That requires us knowing what windows are unlocked and ways to get to them."
"The windows had to be unlocked. I bet you the door was unlocked the whole time, too," I begin, shaking my head. "You know how rich people are, keeping they doors unlocked and thinking no one will enter their house, then throwing a fit when someone does," I dribble the basketball, while half-ranting.
"Ain't dat the truth."
"Mhm."
"Aye, Reez… am I actually sexy, or are you just lying to me."
"GIRL I SWEAR…" I begin yelling at her, catching the attention of some bystanders.
"Hah, got em!" She exclaims, taking the basketball from my hands, and slipping past me, per usual.
"Ima show up to the basketball courts without a ball one day, and we gon' see how slick you can actually be then."
"Reez," she begins, taking a break to dunk the ball. "That doesn't make sense." I rethink my sentence, and realize she's right.
"You know what, whatever, ma. Ima just send McHater here in place of me and see how much fun you have then." Her eyes widen, knowing that, even though Huey isn't that bad of a person, he doesn't play basketball.
"No, Reez! Don't do that to me!"
"If you're reading this it's too late," I tell her, bringing out a piece of paper with some random letters on it. I began carrying it around with me after the first time Cindy corrected me when I used the 'If you're reading this it's too late' line, saying she wasn't reading anything. I begin to walk away, to make the scene all the more dramatic.
Cindy jumps on my leg, screaming, "No, Reez, I'm sorry, fam!"
"That's all I wanted to hear," I say, and stop walking. She stares me down, the feeling of death glowing in her eyes. I gulp.
"Booooiiiiiiiii!" She yells, backing up, then running at me like a ram. She jumps on my chest, and tackles me to the ground. Maybe she was right, maybe I am a little skinny, I think. I fight back with her a little, but she knows I'm going light on her. "Give me all of you, Reez!" she exclaims like a boxing coach. Me, being the inappropriate and immature person I am, takes her words in another context. I snatch my hands away from her, and begin to unzip and unbutton my pants.
"Whatever you say, ma," I tell her with a dirty smirk.
"Reez… I swear… you better zip up your zipper, and re-button your pants, and bring me home… and no not to have sex, boy. So that I can get some mint tea and get this image out of my head, for now at least," she scolds me, her and I both blushing at the last few words she said.
I do as she commanded, and pick her up, holding her bride and groom style, and resting the basketball on her stomach. A smile creeps on my face, knowing how to make the trip home more entertaining.
"We're going on a trip!" I began to sing, Cin' joining in quickly.
We sing, "In our favorite rocket ship, soaring through the sky, Riley and Cin'! Climb aboard, get ready to explore, there's so much to find, Bonnie and Clyde!" We remix the Little Einsteins Remix, using our various aliases.
Too lazy to go to Cindy's home, which is further away, I bring her to my apartment, instead. As soon as I get through the door, I walk straight to my room, pull back the covers a bit, and lay Cindy, who had fallen asleep, in the bed. I then pull the covers back over her, and throw one of the pairs of spandex she keeps here, from her may-as-well-be closet. Following this, I go hop in the shower, put my boxers on, and come back to a freshly-changed, C-Murph—now in a sports bra and spandex.
We simultaneously hop in my bed, and go back to sleep—best friends who are now models.
A/N: so I added the "best friends who are now models" part to remind y'all that they both are models for Jazmine's company now for the urban line and also that they are best friends who are very close, but not dating or friends w/ benefits or anything of that manner. I've been thinking of what to write for DLfWYNWtG, but I'm struggling a bit. So when I drop that, I apologize if it's horrible, lol.
