A/N: Alright folks, HERE WE GO!

Disclaimer: I'm really tired of doing this but...I DON'T OWN THE BOONDOCKS!

Chapter 7: Meet The Neighbors

The next morning everyone finally left the party except for Huey, Riley, Cindy and Caesar. The house was completely trashed but none of the couples cared at the time. Huey stretched and yawned. The eldest Freeman brother noticed he wasn't still on the roof though, he was back in the family room with Cindy and Caesar. He still couldn't believe that Jazmine confessed her love to him. How could she loved such a cold-hearted person? He looked over at Jazmine, who was caught in a daydream herself.

'Well I told him how I felt maybe now he'll be less miserable.' Jazmine spoke softly inside of her head. She then looked at her rebel without a cause, who was staring back into her eyes.

"G'morning, Mr. Sunshine!" Jazmine grinned, squeezing Huey's cheeks.

"Hey." he simply greeted, avoiding eye contact.

"What time is it?" Jazmine cooed as tried to make a conversation.

"10 o' clock, on the dot."

"Oh, so are you gonna help me clean up?"

"Why the hell would I help you clean up your mess?!" Huey shouted.

Jazmine bit her lip in fear. Huey noticed this and instantly cursed under his breath. Jazmine then quickly exited her room and headed towards the kitchen. Huey was hot on her heels. They whizzed past Cindy and Caesar, who were cuddling on the couch in the family room.

"Wow, those two are unbelievable." Cindy sighed.

"Yea but Huey's just confused that's all." Caesar said sternly.

"Well Jazmine has a fragile heart."

"She can't if she's been behind Huey all these years!"

"You got a point…but the bottom line is that your boy needs to treat MY girl right."

"Can ya'll niggas quit talkin' all about that lovey dovey shit?" Riley growled throwing a pillow at the two lovebirds.

"Ha! No need to be jealous, Esco. I mean aren't you down wit the bitches and the hoes?" Caesar mocked Riley's signature hand gesture.

"Even a thug needs some love." Riley whispered. Then suddenly he felt his hip vibrate. Then the sounds of 'Say Hello' by Jay-Z rang throughout the family room.

Say hello to the bad guy
(Hello)
They say I'm a bad guy
I come from the bottom
But now I'm mad fly
(Say Hello)
They say I'm a menace
That's the picture they paint
(Hello)
They say a lot about me
Let me tell ya what I ain't

He looked at the Caller ID and it read 'Ed Wuncler 3'

"Yo Ed!" Riley greeted his long time friend.

"Sup man, have you seen my seed?"

"Uh yea…he just left here like at seven a.m."

"Hmm…weird he ain't here, but yo my grandpa tells me ya'll about to get some new neighbors." Ed burped into the phone.

"Is you drunk?"

"Nah I'm cool, hold on." Ed covered up the phone. "Aye bitch cook me some goddamn breakfast!" he yelled to his baby mama. He then quickly uncovered the phone.

"Ok I'm back…"

"Aight well thanks for the info, but I gotsa go!" Riley then flipped his phone shut.

"Sounds like Ed the third." Caesar sighed, after hearing the whole conversation.

"Yea he says, we gettin' some new neighbors today."

"Well we gotta clean up now then!" Cindy yelled pushing Caesar off the couch.

"Damn you ate some spinach this morning or somethin'? Caesar said, rubbing his bottom.

Meanwhile in the kitchen…

"Jazmine…" Huey tried to find the words, but no prevail.

"Huey, I just told you less than eight hours ago how I felt!" she cried. Tears were streaming down her cheeks like Niagara Falls. Huey used his right index finger to whip the tears away.

"Jazmine…" this time he swallowed his pride. "No one has ever truly cared for me the way you do. And for that I greatly thank you."

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying even though for the past seven years I've been treating you like shit, it's mainly been because I was to ashamed to admit my true feelings for you." Huey then grabbed Jazmine's hands.

"Jazmine DuBois, I lo-" Riley then ran through the kitchen door.

"Yo Jazzy and Huey, we gotta clean this joint up!" he then noticed Huey and Jazmine still holding hands. "Uh…did I interrupt something?"

"Nah…you're good, Riley." Huey said blushing.

"Okay Riley we're coming!" Jazmine said watching Riley leave the scene. Once the coast was clear Jazmine gave Huey a sweet peck on the lips. She then got up and left the room to help the others restore the house to its original state. Huey licked his hips, tasting the now fresh flavor of Jazmine's lips. He savored the nectar in his mouth until his cell phone started ringing.

"Hello." he said in a dull tone into the receiver.

"Is this Riley Freeman?" a young voice with an proper British accent spoke.

"Uh no, who is this?" Huey demanded.

"This is Bif, you know my father owns…"

"I don't care but what do you want with my brother, Riley?"

"Well he's in my Debate class and I just needed him to tell me the homework assignment." Bif lied.

"Oh well his number is 347-2009"

"Thanks ol' chap!" Bif thanked Huey.

"Whatever." Huey then pressed END on his mobile and quickly got up to assist his friends.

Three and a half hours later…

"We are finally done!" Cindy said in relief. She then fell on top of Caesar who was laying down on a couch once again.

"Good…cuz there goes the moving truck right there." Riley pointed outside of the window at the U-HAUL, which was covered in heavy graffiti.

"Wow, that looks like graffiti I use to always see back in Tilden (area in Brooklyn, New York)" Caesar said, inspecting the truck from afar.

"Well knowing Granddad he's going to want us to go over and INTRODUCE ourselves, so let's head home." Huey said getting up and heading towards the front door.

"Aye Huey, you ain't gonna give yo gurl a goodbye kiss?" Riley teased.

"Let's go!" Huey yelled and then walked out the door.

"PUNK!" Riley snickered. He then looked at Jazmine and whispered something into her ear, which caused to instantly blush.

'Don't worry Jazzy, once you give him some pussy, you'll put a hump in his back like Quasimoto.' Riley's words of wisdom replayed into Jazmine's innocent mind over and over again.

Five minutes later, at the Freeman Residence…

"Where the hell have you boys been?" Granddad tapped his foot impatiently.

"At the DuBois', I was too tired to come back." Huey smiled.

"OH MY LORD! ARE YOU ACTUALLY SMILING?" Granddad patted Huey on the head, like a little puppy.

"Is it a crime or something?" his smile instantly turned back into its normal frown.

"No, I'm just happy you're happy, boy."

"Yo Granddad!" Riley interrupted.

"What? Can't you see me and Huey are bonding?!"

"Oh my b. I just thought you was gonna chew me out, give me some random flashback and then whoop my black ass?"

"Nope, not today."

"WORD!" Riley chanted as started doing the cabbage-patch.

Huey and Granddad just blankly stared at the fifteen year old urban youth with dropped jaws.

"So Huey, I guess you got some lovin' last night huh? You did right before that special moment beat her upside the head, snatch her purse and throw it down the stairs, right?" Granddad said in a panic.

"We didn't do anything." Huey reassured the worried man. "We just revealed our feelings for each other. It's not like we are dating or anything."

"Ok, well let's go meet them new neighbors!" Granddad said grabbing his hat, but suddenly his nose wiggled.

"Ya'll is stinkin' up my house, go take a bath, damn it!"

30 minutes later…

"Ok boys, lets go." Granddad said grabbing his hat once again.

Two houses down the street…

"Well there they go and they ain't black or white!" Riley gasped.

"Nigga, don't embarrass me or you gonna be seein' the gat tonight." Granddad spoke slowly through his teeth.

The Freemans walked up to the new family with friendly smiles, despite Riley's was fake as hell.

"Hello my is Arturo Rodriguez and this is my lovely wife, Lucy." a Hispanic man who appeared to be in his mid fifties greeted the Freemans. He then pointed to his wife who also happen to be of Hispanic descent.

Arturo had on a red flannel shirt, khaki pants and a pair of brown Rockports. Lucy had on a rather revealing small black dress on, despite her age.

'Whoa this lady must be like fifty-five and she's barely got anything on.' Huey thought in his mind.

"Hiya!" she chirped.

The Freemans brothers just slowly waved.

"Tell em' your name boys!" Granddad demanded.

"I'm Huey, future revolutionary…" Huey slowly replied, sticking his hands inside of his black hoody.

"And my name is Riley."

"Nice to meet you!" The Rodriguezes greeted in unison.

"I like that jersey you're wearin!" Arturo smiled. Riley was wearing a vintage red Chicago Bulls Scottie Pippen jersey.

"Thanks dawg!" Riley grinned, giving Arturo some dap.

"Well why don't you guys come on in the house? We are about to have lunch." Lucy offered the Freemans.

"Sure!" Granddad said, never turning down free food.

"Might as well." Huey sighed.

"Nah I'm good…I got some work to do." Riley bid his farewells.

Huey and Granddad just shook their heads in unison and followed Lucy and Arturo into the house.

"Damn those some lame niggas." Riley mumbled to himself as he kicked an empty beer can. Watching the cracks in the asphalt he suddenly ended up on the ground.

"Aye watch we're you're walkin' BITCH!" Riley yelled.

"Um excuse me, chico?" a young latina snapped her fingers.

"You heard me, son!" Riley's eyes became slits.

"Man, I eat little nigga like you for breakfast." she spat and then grabbed him by the crotch.

Riley's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"C'mon now baby, this ain't necessary!"

"Oh believe me nobody fucks with Carmela Tiffany Rodriquez and gets away with it!" she said full of pride. Her nails, what seemed like claws at the time continued to apply more pressure to the squeeze.

"Ok I'm sorry…" he cried nearly in tears.

Carmela let go of him and laughed like a wild hyena.

"So you think you gangsta huh?!" Riley asked, holding his family jewels. i.e. testicles

"Bitch, I know I'm gangsta!" Carmela blew a bubble with her bubble gum.

"Oh really…so I take it you just moved here?"

"Yep from Queens!" she threw up a gang sign.

"Wow…" he couldn't believe his eyes. Standing before him was a gangsta beauty. Carmela's hair was dark brown with red highlights which went all the way down to her butt. She wore a New York Knicks Jersey dress with some crisp white Air Force Ones. The jersey dress hugged her coke bottle body perfectly.

'Damn ma got a bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Buttersworth.' Riley perverted thought in his mind.

"So what's your name, chump?" Carmela twirled the gum around her finger.

"Yo my name is Riley son but you know niggas call me aka Riley Escobar cuz I be in the streets ya know. With all kinds of names like HR Paperstacks aka Horse Choker aka Killsbury Dough Boy aka Louis Rich…"

"Like the turkey bacon?" Carmela asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yea like that…WHAT?" Riley yelled.

Carmela giggled. 'This nigga is kinda tough and cute too!'

"So what squad do you rep?"

"None cuz Woodcrest is lame…" Riley pouted.

"Awww shit you wack, I bet you haven't even seen, let alone used a real gun!"

"Yea I have, shit I've even bucked a nigga with a shotgun at one point."

Flashback…(7 years ago)

"Are you sure that vest will stop this shotgun?" Riley asked, holding a double-barrel shotgun.

"Man I'm like the terminator up in this vest!" Ed then chugged the rest of his O.E. and burped.

"Now are you really sure that vest will-"

"I SAID PULL THE TRIGGER NOW!" Ed demanded.

"Okay! Say ello' to mah lil' friend." Riley imitated Tony Montana. He pulled the trigger and the velocity from the shell being released from the barrel sent Riley into the wall. Ed however flew out the second story window.

End flashback…

"Ballin' son, that's definitely ballin'!" Carmela smiled.

"So ma, when are you gonna formally introduce yourself?"

"You want an intro? Aight, well my name is Carmela Tiffany Rodriguez but you can call me Mela." she winked.

"Word word so Mela how much did them Forces cost?"

"I dunno, I stole them and over seven hundred dollars from some shoe joint." she laughed and then blew another bubble.

"Wow…" he said in awe. Riley then noticed a scar right above Carmela's left breast, near her collarbone. "What happened there?" he asked with concern.

"Well basically I was playin' by myself as a young buck and this kid back in Brooklyn, who happened to be a daughter of a samurai..." Mela started her flashback sequence.

Another flashback 7 years ago…

It was a typical autumn day in Flushing, Queens, New York. The sidewalk was covered in a blanket of orange and brown leaves. A young Carmela was playing in a pile of leaves until another girl wearing a hockey mask knocked over her pile of leaves.

"Aye chica, watch where you goin!" Carmela yelled and stuck up her middle finger.

"Oh I'm so sorry." the little girl snickered. She then pick up a pile of leaves and crumbled it in her hand. Carmela arched her eyebrow, curious to what this mystery girl was doing. "Here goes your leaves!" the girl then blew the crumbs into Carmela's eyes.

"What the-" Carmela cried as she was blinded by the leaves.

"That's what you get for cheating off of my math test and making us both get a zero!" the girl unmasked herself.

She was no other than Kimberly Masaki-Wang. Kimberly was a foreign exchange student from Okayama, Japan. She had long jet black hair and red eyes. Many kids called her 'The Devil From The Land Of Rising Sun' She usually wore an outfit very similar to a samurai, but today she had on a traditional Gi, similar to the one Ryu wore from Street Fighter.

"Well you know you Chinese people are so smart, so I just figured…"

"Me no Chinese! I'M JAPANESE!" the girl from the Eastern Hemisphere screamed.

"It's all the same…"

Kimberly then got into a fighter stance. Carmela chuckled and got into her own stance. The two charged at each other and began to trade blow for blow. Kim threw a fierce punch at her opposition and it connected perfectly with Carmela's left cheek. This caused the latina to stumble a little but she quickly regained her composure and head butted Kim causing the Asian to fall onto the ground. Kimberly quickly hopped back on her feet and began laughing.

"I must have knocked your brain cells around too much…cuz now you laughin like you lost your mind." Carmela laughed. Kimberly then flashed a devilish grin.

Kimberly began to charge at Carmela again but this time before she got close enough to strike she did a quick front flip. In the middle of her flip she began vertical and started defying gravity. Her legs began to spin at a high speed. She now resembled a helicopter and she was heading straight for Carmela.

"WHAT THE FUCK? IS YOU CHUN-LI'S TWIN SISTER?!"

"I see you know about the Spinning Bird Kick!" Kim yelled as her attack finally reached Carmela and knocked her into some nearby garbage cans.

The Devil From The Land Of The Rising Sun then pulled out a bokken (a wooden sword) and pointed it at Carmela.

"This is the end!" she then let out a battle cry and threw a vertical slash at Carmela. Rolling out of the way just in time, she managed to only get cut near her collarbone instead. Kim noticed she missed then again attempted to slash Carmela until…

"KIMBERLY!" a voice yelled. "IT'S TIME FOR DINNER!"

"Okay mother…" she yelled back. "Until next time, Rodriquez."

End flashback…

"So what happened after that? Did you ever get a rematch?" Riley asked.

"Nah, apparently that same night someone robbed their house and killed everyone." Carmela said, looking up into the sky. "But it was that day that I decided that I needed to get into the gang lifestyle. My gang treated me right, unlike mi familia."

"Damn Mela, you is so fly!" Riley smiled, admiring Carmela's beautiful crimson eyes.

"I know, you're pretty fly yourself, for a Snoop Dogg look-alike." she chuckled, her grill sparkled in the sunlight.

"Man whatever, fake ass Jennifer Lopez."

"Shit…I got more than that ho can afford!" she slapped her own ass.

Riley couldn't lie, that was the fattest booty he ever seen.

"So Esco, whatcha doin' later on tonight?" she battered her eyelashes.

"Nothin' at all…you wanna chill?"

"Fa sho, baby!" Mela cooed while taking out a pen and writing something on Riley's hand. "Word, lookin forward to it, chico!" Mela then spit out her gum and gave Riley a big wet kiss.

'She's gangsta, fine, and she's fast' he thought as he enjoyed the lustful kiss.

"Damn gurl, for someone who wanted to beat my ass earlier you've had a quick change of heart!"

"Well if you have never got out of line this wouldn't have happened."

"Well ma, I'm about to go…got some work to do on the street, so I'll holla at ya sexy ass later!" he then threw up the peace sign.

"Adios, sexy love." she sang, as they headed their opposite directions.

Meanwhile at the DuBois Residence…

Jazmine was in her bedroom combing her hair. She now had on a baby blue tank top and some faded blue Rocawear jeans. Her computer was playing random music from her 'love' playlist and her favorite happened to come on…

"Gimme a little bit-" she started to sing until Cindy came barging into the room.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry that's what's wrong!" Cindy whined.

"Girl, you are seventeen, you should know how to cook!"

"But this is your house, you're the host."

"Yes that's true, but aren't you full from kissing Caesar all day?!"

"Haha…no" she sighed dreamily.

"Ok I'll be down in a sec." Jazmine then put her hair back into the traditional afro puff pony tail. (A/N: Like how it looked in the comics)

Meanwhile at Woodcrest Hills…

"I do say, I want some sweet revenge on that nigger." Bif took a sip of tea.

"But boss, he beat me up!" Derby yelled, pointing at his black eye.

"If he messes with one prep, he messes with us all!"

"Well fight him, you are the state junior boxing champion after all…" Chad pointed at Bif's championship belt.

"Good idea, Chad." a boy with rather large muscles answered. He had on a purple sweater vest with a white dress shirt on under it. "You are smarter than dem otha' black boys round here!"

Chad threw a death glare at the large teen. Bif then wrapped an arm around Chad's shoulder.

"Oh don't worry Chad. You're the whitest black kid I know. You're civilized unlike them!"

"Yes if you say so, boss." Chad said pointing his nose in the air.

"Correct me if I'm wrong gentlemen but don't we all have some sort of problem with Riley?" Bif questioned the five men.

"Yes Bif!" they all replied like robots.

"Ok well I have a splendid idea!" Bif grinned like a fox. "We shall issue an open challenge to The Boondocks!"

Meanwhile at The Rodriquez's…

"Wow this is some of the best chili I've had in years!" Granddad said digging into his bowl.

"Yea our daughter made it." Lucy said in between bites.

"You have a daughter?" Huey asked.

"Oh yes, she's very independent." Arturo said, rolling his eyes.

"LUCY I'M HOOOOOOOOME!" a high-pitch voice echoed through the house.

"And there she is…" all eyes shifted to the latina who was standing in the Dining Room doorway.

"Sup papi y mami?!" Mela then noticed the two visitors at the table.

"Mela honey, these are our friendly neighbors…Huey and Robert Freeman." Lucy smiled warmly.

"Yes, we live by some niggas!" Mela clapped her hands together. "And speaking of niggas, I met a fine ass one today, he had cornrows, a nice Bulls Jersey, black and red Giabauds…"

"RILEY?!" everyone in the room excluding Carmela yelled together.

"Yea how do you know him?"

"He's my brother."

"Oh word word…wow ya'll seem different. Personality wise that is." Mela said placing her hands on her hips.

"Yea well I tend to AVOID being a nigga."

"So basically you're a nerd?"

"Yes to most, but that's a hundred times better than being classified as a nigga!"

"Haha…I respect that!" Mela smirked.

"So are you gonna join dinner or go commit more crimes?" Arturo growled. Ever since Carmela was seven years old, she's been into the gangsta lifestyle and Arturo could never love nor respect a thug.

"Man shut the hell up!" Mela yelled balling up her fists.

"No, Carmela." Arturo then got up and threw his chair. "You think just because you don't have a dick in between your legs, you can get away with shit?"

"Never said that, but you're my father, mi papi, my hero…you can at least show me some form of respect." Mela screamed nearly in tears.

"Fuck that! You have to earn respect in this casa!" Arturo then got into Carmela's face. Their noses were touching as Arturo's hot breath burned into Carmela's skin, but more importantly her soul.

"Papi, ever since I came out of the womb you've barely cared for me. All you care about is Hector and his fuckin' soccer career!"

Carmela was talking about her twenty-two year old soccer superstar brother, Hector. Ever since he was thirteen he became the youngest soccer player to win the World Cup. He's also played on every team in the MLS at least twice.

"Because he wasn't a mistake like YOU!" Arturo spat. "I knew I should have wrapped it up…"

"Guys please stop…" Lucy came in between them. Arturo took a deep breathe and then grabbed his seat back to the table. Carmela just gave her father the evil eye and then stormed out of the house. Huey and Granddad just sat there in shock.

"Hey boy, go talk to that gal. She looks like she needs some emotional support." Granddad commanded.

Huey didn't even bother to disagree. He slowly excused himself from the table and headed the direction Carmela stormed off to.

It seems there's more than meets the eye with the newest neighbors of Timid Deer Lane. Can Huey give some words of advice to bring this dysfunctional family back together? Also, will Riley and Carmela hit off on their date later on? And last but not least, what are the Preps planning to do the gang? Find out in Chapter 8: Guns N' Roses

A/N: This is part 1 of the double installment I've got for ya'll so review and proceed to the next chapter in an orderly fashion.

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