I was sitting around and went "Wow, I guess I should update my other story, huh?" So, voila! Now, thank you to Goku's Daughter, xXMissJanuary1996Xx, Leka10, and KrisD.723 for the reviews! I'm glad that it's gotten such a positive response. Hopefully, HOPEFULLY, this chapter will get the same.

Now, someone did mention that this has a plot, so it being considered a drabble would be pretty odd, I guess...I just consider it one because the chapters are typically shorter (I tend to have waaay long chapters in regular stories), and I was going to do the chapters out of order...but I discovered I prefer it in order. So maybe it isn't a drabble series. Maybe it is. Heck if I know. Call it what you want. Hahaha. Then again, this chapter's a bit longer than the others...this is as probably as long as one will get in this story. :P

Anyways, I hope you enjoy Chapter...wait...eleven? Really? Oh, wow...

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks.

Groupie Therapy

"Alright." The man positioned himself in his chair, giving everyone in the room a solemn look. "I am certain that you all know why you're here."

"Well." Huey leaned forward. "I understand why I'm here," He said in an obviously annoyed voice. "It's because Tom has lost his mind and is deluded into thinking I need counseling. She-" he pointed to Jazmine, who was sitting beside him. "Is here because this same crackpot Tom is convinced that he could give us counseling as a Christmas gift. Because "everyone needs counseling sometimes"." He made quotation marks with his fingers, rolling his eyes. "I only agreed to this because it's free. Now, them?" He pointed towards Caesar, Cindy, his ex girlfriend, Maya Johansen, and Ed Wuncler the third along withGin Rummy. "I don't know why the hell they're here. I'm pretty sure I want to leave now, though."

"You know, I'm sensing a lot of anger." The therapist crossed his legs, lacing his fingers together. "Are you angry, sir?"

"Excuse me!" Cindy waved her hand in the air, wiggling her fingers. "Will there be free snacks?"

"You would be the one to ask that, wouldn't you?" Maya said, rolling her eyes. "Damn."

Jazmine crossed her arms over her chest, glowering at the girl. The therapist cleared his throat.

"Well, let me just say-"

"Now hold up, good man. Let me just say one thing." Ed the third straightened in his chair, smiling over at Maya. "Girl, you look fine. Lemme holla at that."

Maya rolled her eyes, tossing her hair.

"Oh, so you gotta be like that? You think you too good for the white brothas? I see how you do! That is fucked! Up!"

"So, you mad?" Caesar smirked. The therapist leaned forward, handing a stack of construction paper to Cindy, who was sitting on his left.

"Now, we're going to do a little icebreaker exercise to warm up to one another," He said. Cindy took a sheet of paper, passing the stack to Caesar, who did the same. "That way we can be more comfortable around each other."

"But…we already all know each other." Jazmine's eyes flickered to Maya and her nose wrinkled in disdain. "Sadly."

Maya took a sheet of paper and handed the stack to Huey, who rolled his eyes and took one as well. He was so busy handing the rest to Jazmine that he didn't notice Maya sticking out her tongue towards the mulatto. Jazmine glowered at her, practically knocking Ed the third out his chair by how hard she shoved the paper into his chest.

"Now." The therapist cleared his throat while Gin Rummy passed him the rest of the paper. "You are all here because you're having relationship problems."

Huey gave him a funny look. "Actually…our relationship is fine."

"We just came since the snowstorm we had last night closed down everything else and we had coupons," Caesar said, pointing between him and Cindy.

"Man, I came to meet bitches," Ed said, shrugging. "I ain't got no bitch to worry bout! Nope! Got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't…wait, I don't got problems, either."

"Ed! Shut up!" Gin Rummy demanded, shaking his head. Maya crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes.

"I'm here because it was court ordered."

"Court ordered?" Huey gave her a look. "What did you do now?"

"Nope!" She snapped her fingers shut. "Wasn't talking to you."

"Don't talk to him that way!" Jazmine snapped, giving her a dark look. Maya snorted.

"And what are you going to do if I do?" She shifted in her chair. "Looking like a damn whale…"

"You said I wasn't showing yet!" Jazmine wailed to Huey, already on the verge of tears. He smacked his forehead into his palm.

"Oh, my god. You're not." He sat up. "Can we leave now?"

"We haven't even started the exercise!" Ed shouted, making everyone glance at him in surprise. "Shoot, this fool bout to have us using crayons. I like crayons." When everyone's eyebrows lifted he smacked his lips. "The fuck ya'll lookin at?"

"Alright…" The therapist shook his head. "For our first activity, we're all going to write our names or preferred nickname, our favorite color, our deepest fear, and something we like about the person on our right. We're going to write something we don't quite agree with about the person on our left. Then, draw your favorite animal."

Huey groaned. "Really?"

"Aw, come on." Jazmine offered him a tiny smile. "Give it a chance."

"Jazmine, you give opera or chili cheese fries a chance. You don't give this shit a chance!"

"Since you seem to be so opinionated, why don't you start?" The therapist asked. Huey glared at him.

"How about I don't."

"Huey…" Jazmine mumbled in her warning tone. "Rude."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine."

"Pussy whipped," Maya mumbled under her breath. Cindy made a face.

"Don't you have a hole to go crawl back into?" She glared. "I've never met someone so incapable of being nice in my life."

Maya gave her a cold look. "I'll try being nicer if you try being smarter."

"Everyone, take three crayons and then pass the jar around," The therapist said, handing the jar to Gin Rummy first. He took his pick and passed it around. For the next few minutes it was surprisingly silent, minus the sounds of scribbling and crayon against paper. After five minutes, the therapist cleared his throat.

"All right…you first." He nodded towards the young revolutionary. Huey sighed.

"My name is Huey," He said, giving everyone a dangerous look. "I don't have a nickname. I don't want a nickname. It's Huey. You can call me another name if you want me to break my foot off in your ass."

Maya snorted. "Didn't have a problem with me giving you a nickname when we was putting it-"

Huey cleared his throat loudly. Everyone fell silent.

"Dooo-owwwwwwn," She finished, drawing out the word. She closed her mouth, flashing a mock grin. Jazmine looked murderous.

"Right," He continued. "My favorite color is black. I have no fears-"

"Everyone has fears-" The therapist started, but Huey cut him off.

"Excuse me, is it therapist talk time?" He asked, shaking his head. "Didn't think so. I said I have no fears, so I don't. Moving on-" He glanced at Maya, who raised her eyebrows. "I like…her incapability of staying out of trouble with the law."

Everyone snorted. She sucked her teeth. He chanced a glance towards Jazmine, who had her arms folded over her chest.

"And…I don't like her hair when it's straight. Because then she looks like a white girl. The last time I checked, she wasn't a white girl." He then sighed, holding up his paper. "And for my favorite animal I drew the endangered animal known as the Iberian Lynx, which is of course native to the Iberian Peninsula."

"Ooh." Everyone leaned forward.

"Wow, Huey." Caesar whistled. "I didn't know you could draw."

"Yeah, whatever."

"How about we hear from you next?" The therapist asked, pointing his pen towards Ed. He cleared his throat, nodding.

"Yeah, I gotchu, mane. Aiight, tha name's Ed. Some people like to call me big Ed, E.D., Eddy…I don't do little Ed. Shit, I ain't little." He winked towards Jazmine. "And when I say little, I mean ain't none of me little."

Jazmine swallowed, turning pink. Huey rolled his eyes.

"But yeah, my favorite color green. Cause it's da color of money, which I gotta lot of. Uh, I fear fat people."

"What?" Cindy threw up her hands. "You're afraid of fat people?"

"Hell. Yeah." Ed shook his head. "How could you not be? Morbidly obese? Dat means if da bitch topples over on me and can't get back up since, face it, they'd have to roll back to their feet, ima be dead! I don't know how men be into tha fat chicks, cuz I'd never let one of dem hoes ride me! Hell naw, gon be breakin my bed frame, breakin my neck, breakin my dick off and shit. Then what ima do when I'm bored? Sit around, lookin stupid an dickless wearing some damn halo from messin round wit a fat chick? NO. FAT CHICKS."

Maya hid her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking from how hard she was laughing. Gin Rummy shook his head, closing his eyes and sighing. Cindy and Caesar exchanged glances. The therapist nodded, looking slightly confused.

"O-okay. Please. Continue."

"Aiight." Ed glanced towards Jazmine, licking his lips. "What I like about her is how fine she look. I'd be all over that like-"

"Like I'm going to be all over you breaking your neck if you say one more word to her?" Huey snapped. Ed smacked his lips.

"You hatin ass…anyway." Ed turned to Gin Rummy. "I hate how this son of a biscuit forever makin me feel bad about myself! Shoot, he be bringin me down. I be cryin myself to sleep and shit…oh, speakin of dat!" He held up his paper. "I drew me a fine naked woman, cause humans are animals. And I love me sun naked women."

Caesar snorted. Gin Rummy smacked his palm against his forehead. Everyone else merely blinked.

"Can I go next?" Maya said abruptly, sitting up and stretching her hand to the ceiling. The therapist nodded. "Right. Well, my name's Maya. My best friend named Hiro Otomo calls me Maya Grace. He's the only one who can get away with that shit. Some of my friends call me My or May-May. Which I can't stand. It sounds so ghetto to me-"

"Yawn," Cindy said, covering her hand with her mouth and rolling her eyes.

"But like I was saying," Maya interrupted, ignoring the woman. "My favorite color is purple. I have a fear of clowns." Her eyes flickered towards Caesar. "I like that Caesar's funny. Well, when he's not trying so damn hard."

"Thank you!" He said cheerfully. Maya glanced towards Huey, frowning.

"I hate," She said, her voice rising a bit. "How Huey dropped me for that-"

"You'd better watch what you say before I drop you," Jazmine snapped, leaning over to glare at her. Maya laughed.

"Bitch, I would destroy you-"

"What did you draw?" Huey asked loudly, trying to change the subject. She sat back, flipping over her paper and rolling her eyes.

"I drew a peacock."

"Ha. Dis bitch said peacock." Ed elbowed Gin Rummy. The therapist sat up, pointing to Caesar.

"Why don't you go ahead?"

"Alright, that's what's up!" Caesar sat up cheerfully. "What's good? My name's Michael, but everyone calls me Caesar. I mean, you can call me Michael if you want me to think you're mad at me or something. My favorite color's red, and I fear republicans holding a majority in congress."

"HA," Huey let out, smirking.

Caesar glanced towards Cindy. "I love everything thing about my baby."

"Aw!" She threw her arms around him, kissing his cheek. Maya made a gagging sound.

"Aaand," He continued, trying not to afraid of Maya. "I don't like how Maya can't just accept that Hueydon'twantherassnomo, and move on."

"Nigga, what?"

"Nothing!"

"HA," Jazmine let out, grinning. "I like Caesar's introduction the best."

"No one asked you!" Maya ground out.

"Okay!" Caesar held up his paper. "I drew a manatee!"

Everyone burst out laughing. Caesar frowned, making a face.

"What?"

"Honey," Cindy said, trying to keep a straight face (and failing miserably). "That looks like a blob."

"Does not!" Caesar whined defensively, hugging his paper. As the laughter died down, the therapist pointed to Jazmine.

"Go ahead."

Jazmine grinned, sitting up. "Hi!" She chirped brightly. "My name's Jazmine. Some people call me Jazzy, others use Jazz. Once in awhile I get a Jazzy Fresh. It's…kind of weird."

The therapist nodded.

"My favorite color is fuschia-"

"Isn't that fancy for pink?" Maya let out. Jazmine glared at her.

"Noooo." She rolled her eyes. "Fuschia is much better. Duh."

Huey rolled his eyes.

"I fear heights. Oh, and spiders are nasty, too. And childbirth. And death-"

"Okay, you're a pansy. We get it." Maya sighed loudly. Jazmine chose to ignore her as she gazed up at Huey with sparkling eyes.

"I love Huey. Period."

"BAWWWW," Cindy, along with Caesar and Ed chorused. Gin Rummy made a disgusted face towards his friend.

"Ed! Get a hold of yourself!"

"Look, I can't help it!" He wiped a tear from his eye. "Their love is so beautiful!"

"Um…yeeeeeeeeahhhh," Huey said, shaking his head at the youngest Wuncler. Jazmine glanced at him as well, frowning.

"I don't dislike anything about him." She shrugged. "I don't dislike anything about anyone. Well, almost anyone." She narrowed her eyes towards Huey's ex.

"See, dat's why I fucks with Jazzy!" Ed nodded. "Yessir."

"And for my drawing…I drew a Panda Bear!" She yelled excitedly, thrusting her paper into the air. "See?"

Cindy squealed.

"Oh, that's so cute! I love Pandas!"

"Me, too!" Jazmine beamed. "Best of all, I made him pink!"

"Okay, Jazmine." Huey lightly pat her shoulder, looking as if he had a headache. "Let's let someone else go now-"

"My turn!" Cindy shouted, clearing her throat. "Okay, check it. My name's Cindy. People call me Fearsome-"

"Yeah, fearsome to look at," Maya muttered under her breath.

"Alright, ima pretend I didn't hear that." She went on. "My favorite color is royal blue. Not ordinary blue, but royal blue. Cause I ain't no cheap thrill."

"You tell em, baby!" Caesar yelled. She nodded.

"Damn right! Well, I fear Virgos and Pisces cause I ain't compatible with them since I'm a Gemini and all-"

"But I'm a Virgo!" Jazmine said in a hurt voice, her lower lip quivering. Cindy waved her hand.

"But I ain't tryna date you!"

"Oh! True!"

"But yeah." She looked at the therapist. "I like your…mustache?"

"Why, thank you, Cindy," He said, nodding and smiling.

She turned to Caesar, frowning. "And I'm sorry, baby, but I don't like your car."

His jaw dropped. "What?"

"I know!" She wailed, clasping her hands together. "But it's falling apart! It's embarrassing!"

"So don't ride in it!"

"Baby-"

"Why didn't you tell me before-"

"Alright, I didn't come here for a shitty soap opera!" Maya yelled, folding her arms over her chest. "Damn!"

"Okay, okay. Whatever!" Cindy held up her picture. "I drew a butterfly."

"Ain't that an insect?" Ed asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, and an insect is also considered an animal," Huey said, rolling his eyes. "Congratulations."

The therapist sighed, sitting up. "Alright, well, now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's move on-"

"Wait!" Gin Rummy waved his paper. "Ya'll skipped me!"

"Ah, of course!" The therapist gestured to him. "Go ahead."

Gin Rummy crossed his arms over his chest, frowning and looking at the floor. "Man, I don't even wanna go anymore."

"Oh, but please." The therapist offered him a smile. "I would love to hear what you have to say-"

"I said I don't want to anymore, old man-"

"Now-"

"I SAID I DON'T FUCKIN WANT TO, MOTHA FUCKA!" Gin Rummy screamed, pulling out a gun and shooting it into the air. Everyone screamed; Cindy and Caesar dived to the floor while Jazmine buried herself in Huey's arms. Maya merely lifted her eyebrows and Huey sighed, shaking his head. The therapist was covering his head with his clipboard. Ed was holding his backside.

"Um…excuse me, Mr. Therapist." He winced. "Can I please be excused? I…kinda shit myself."

"Oh, come on-" Huey started, but was cut off.

"Nah ah ah." The therapist shook his head. "We don't judge others in this room." He nodded. "Yes, Ed. You are excused."

"Word!" He slowly stood up, holding his pants with one hand and sliding out the room. Everyone exchanged grossed out looks and plaster rained down from the ceiling. Gin Rummy took his seat, putting away his gun and folding his hands neatly on his lap.

"Now, please." He smirked from behind the lenses of his glasses. "Continue."

The therapist sighed, glancing down at his notes. "Now, as I stated before, you are all here for relationship counseling-"

"No, we're not," Huey, Maya, Caesar, Cindy, and Gin Rummy practically yelled in unison. The therapist went on as if he didn't hear them.

"Now. Let's start with the outspoken Maya." He stared at her, along with everyone else. "Now. What makes you so angry?"

She glared at him. "People who ask me a whole bunch of questions for no reason."

"Well." He flipped through his chart. "It says here that you have been arrested many times for disorderly conduct. Tell me, why do you feel it's necessary to be so aggressive?"

"I'm sorry, am I five?"

"Probably?" Cindy snorted. The man glanced to her.

"How about we talk about this, how do you say…conflict between you and Ms. Johansen?"

"Um, yeah." Cindy rolled her baby blue eyes. "It's not nearly so much my conflict as it is she and Jazmine's. And Jazmine's my best friend. Shit, that's my ride or die chick. So, if this broad's gonna be mean to my best friend, of course I'm not going to like her."

"And-" The therapist spun around to look at Jazmine. "Why is there so much of a problem between you and her?"

Jazmine took a deep breath. "Well, it's like this." She cleared her throat. "See, we all went to high school with each other…well, minus Ed and Gin Rummy." She glanced towards the cornroll wearing man who still had his arms crossed over his chest. "Anyways, Maya-had-a-crush-on-Huey-and-I-had-a-crush-on-Huey-so-we-ended-up-dating-and-she-got-all-mad-and-then-we-went-on-a-break-our-freshmen-year-of-college-and-he-had-sex-with-her-so-I-broke-up-with-him-and-then-they-dated-for-a-little-while-then-we-got-back-together-so-she-mad-but-I-can't-help-it-he-was-my-boyfriend-to-start-out-with-"

Huey groaned. "You just had to bring that up with her around."

"Oh, hold up!" Maya leaned forward, shaking her head. "First of all, how anyone could pick your frizzy haired, ignorant, simple minded-"

"Simple minded?!"

"Oh, so you deaf too, now?"

"Noooo," Huey said, using an arm to hold each girl back. "I'm going to need for you both to be adults about the situation-"

"Easy for you to say!" Cindy cut in, narrowing her eyes at him. "You the one who started all this! Ain't nobody told you to sleep with her!"

"And who asked for your half-assed opinion? You don't even know-"

"Oh, my god. Okay, lemme tell you what happened." Cindy sat up, waving her hand towards the bewildered therapist. "So they were going to college in two different states at the time, right? It was before Jazmine transferred-"

"Cindy, shut up-"

"So they decide to go on a break since the distance was too much for them," She continued, ignoring Huey. "So then, this fool gon sleep with this easy thing over here-"

"Excuse you-"

"-and Jazmine had to hear about it from said easy thing-"

"Bitch-"

"-over twitter!"

"I was going to tell her myself!" Huey snapped, glaring at both Cindy and Maya. "Then she went online talking about it-"

"So, then," Cindy continued. "Jazmine broke up with him. I guess he was feeling like a sorry ass bitch then, cause he was being all desperate and shit-"

"I was not desperate." Huey lifted his chin. "We simply devoted a lot of time to talking out the situation and deciding on the best course of action in a mature manner. Which was-"

"For her to forgive his sorry ass," Cindy finished. "And now she's having his baby. And Maya's probably mad cause there's no way she's getting a hold of him now-"

"You sure do know how to run your damn mouth," Maya snapped, glaring. "I'm really about to go over there and shut it for you. Permanently."

"See?" Cindy pointed to the livid woman, staring at the therapist. Caesar was shaking his head. "Tell her that's why her ass on probation now! Being all aggressive and angry all the time and shit."

The therapist shook his head, folding his hands and sighing. "It seems as if you've all forgotten how this affects the person in the center of the conflict," He said in a calm tone. Cindy blinked.

"Who? Huey's ass?"

Huey glared. "I don't really give a damn what you think."

The therapist tried again. "I meant-"

"What, that harlot?" Cindy pointed to Maya. Maya made a face.

"Point as me again so I can break your finger off."

Cindy shrugged, flicking her middle finger up. "Whoops."

Maya let out an angry groan, jumping out of her seat. Cindy rose up as the woman tackled the blonde, causing them both to fall over the chair and hit the floor with a loud crash. Gin Rummy stood up, whipping his gun out again.

"Aye! Calm down!" He yelled, shooting into the air again. Caesar jumped up to try and pry the girls apart while Huey shook his head, covering his face with his hands. The therapist suddenly blew on a whistle, making everyone freeze.

"You all forget to consider one another's feelings!" He yelled, causing them all to blink. "You should all know by now that with every word, every action, there is a reaction." He gestured towards Jazmine. "Exhibit A."

Everyone turned towards her, their eyes widening. She was sitting in her chair with her fists clenched in her lap, crying so hard that she couldn't even make a sound. Huey groaned, sighing heavily and closing his eyes.

"Oh, come on, Jazmine." He hugged her, shaking his head. "You can't let what these…morons say get to you."

"I-wanna-go-HOOOOOOOME!" She sobbed, big fat tears rolling down her face. Huey winced. Cindy frowned, looking ready to cry herself.

"Don't cry, babydoll!" She yelled, climbing off the floor and running over to her best friend. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry!"

"Damn. This sucks." Caesar shook his head. Even Maya looked like she felt a tad bit guilty. The therapist stared at Jazmine with a softer expression than he'd given the others.

"Now," He asked quietly as she sat up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Why are you crying, Jazmine?"

She sniffed, trying to hold back more tears. "I don't like fighting. I mean," She went on, her voice wet. "I know that everyone has to fight sometimes, because a-arguing is healthy. B-but I don't like people saying m-mean things to each other for no reason!" She pointed at Cindy. "She's my b-best friend, but I don't like when she says mean stuff about h-him-" She pointed to Huey. "Because not only is he my b-boyfriend, but he's my best friend, too!" She took a deep breath. "And M-Maya might not be my f-favorite person, but she l-liked him too and no one can help that! She's not t-that bad-"

Maya frowned.

"And it's so dumb for everyone to be f-fighting because-because-" She started crying all over again, covering her face with her hands and resting her head on Huey's shoulder. The therapist nodded.

"Of everyone here today," He said calmly, pushing up his glasses. "She has been the only one willing to share her feelings. She has also went along willingly with the exercise and has not directly insulted anyone's character. I believe that she is like glue. She holds people together." He nodded towards her again. She was still crying. "She holds all of you together, whether you're willing to admit it or not."

Cindy bit her lip. Caesar looked thoughtful. Huey sighed and Maya stared at the floor. Even Gin Rummy looked like he felt bad.

"There will always be conflict in our lives," He went on. "It can't always be solved by being aggressive." He gestured to Maya. "You can't place the blame on others for the mistakes that have been made-" He nodded to Cindy. "And you can't expect to just be unwilling to talk about things more than once and for them to resolve." He glanced towards Huey. "You need to remember that we're all people, and that we're all different. You need to compromise." He shrugged, glancing at Jazmine. "You need to be the glue. You need to have a heart."

Everyone stared at each other. Maya rose to her feet, brushing herself off and looking at Cindy.

"I'm sorry," She said quietly, shuffling her feet. Cindy nodded, sniffing herself.

"Hug?"

"Like I'd really hug your-sorry." Maya winced, nodding. "Okay." Tearfully, the two girls embraced. Huey sighed, hugging Jazmine again.

"I'm sorry." He blinked. "I don't…quite know what I did, but whatever it was, I'm sorry."

She nodded, hugging him back. Maya walked up to the pair, shifting awkwardly. "Um…" She let her hand flop to her side. "I'm sorry. For being so…me."

He nodded. Jazmine hiccupped before sitting up and giving her a shaky smile.

"It's okay."

"I mean," She went on, sighing. "I guess I can see why he picked you. You are…" She gave her a glance over, her nose wrinkling. "Sweeter?"

Jazmine lifted her arms. "Hug?"

Maya grimaced, then nodded. As she hugged the mulatto she snorted, shaking her head. "I'm not much of a hugger."

"Everyone needs hugs sometimes." Jazmine let her go, poking Huey's side. "Right, Huey?"

"What? Um…" He glanced at her face. She nodded towards Maya. He sighed. "Do I have to?" When her eyes began to fill again he shook his hands. "Alright, alright! I'm doing it!" He stood up, taking a step forward and raising his arms as well. Maya slowly stepped forward to meet him, both of them hugging. Her eyes closed and she sighed.

"Oof!" Huey grunted; Maya had reached back and grabbed the hem of his boxers, tugging them up as hard as she could and giving him a wedgie. She let the waistband snap him in the back and walked away, cackling. He glowered at her, rubbing his back.

Being nice was overrated.

"Now." The therapist smiled. "I feel like we're finally getting some progress."

For a moment, the room was peaceful. Then, the door burst open and Ed strode back in, wiping his hands on a paper towel and looking satisfied.

"Whoo! Glad I got that out." He stopped at Jazmine's chair, raising his eyebrows. "Miss me?" He gestured to himself. "Because we missed you."

"We?" Jazmine asked. After thinking about it her nose wrinkled. "Ew-"

"What did I say?!" Huey yelled, clenching his fists and storming towards him. Ed let out a little shout, running behind the chairs and throwing his hands over his head, letting out a girly scream as Huey chased him down. Gin Rummy stood up, yelling and shooting his gun all over again. Caesar dived to the floor, accidentally tripping Maya.

"You moron!" She yelled. Cindy glared at her.

"Don't talk to my boyfriend that way!" She screamed, grabbing Maya's shirt and dragging her towards her. The two of the fell on the floor again. Jazmine sighed, rolling her eyes and looking to the therapist, who looked ready to pass out. He glanced to her.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked politely. He hesitated, then nodded.

"Yes, actually." He stood up, walking over to her chair and helping her up. "Some tea would be lovely."

With that, the two of them walked out, ignoring the all out brawl that continued behind them.

Thanks for reading (as usual!). Feel free to NOT ignore the review button!

-Kelsey