"Maybe if you looked more like me, Huey would like you more, you whiny little bitch."
Jazmine leapt from the couch and onto Cindy. She threw Jazmine off and began punching her. Riley ran up to them to get them to stop, but Jazmine threw a hard punch at him, intending to hit Cindy. Riley fell down to the floor; he was out cold.
"Look wat you did!" Yelled Cindy. "You probably killed him! Now Imma goin kill you!"
The white gangster's face got really red as she kept hitting Jazmine's face. Jazmine was overwhelmed and could not fight back. She tried to run up the stairs, but she was grabbed by Cindy and tumbled down. Cindy had a weird look in her eye, like she was about to do something crazy. Jazmine ran into the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. She started to swing, but Cindy ducked out of the way.
"I got you, slut!" yelled Jazmine.
"Nuh uh!"
"Yeah huh!" she said pointing to the ground. On the ground lay one of Cindy's long pony tails. Cindy stared in horror and felt the place where part of her hair was missing. She glared at Jazmine who had a look of fear on her face. Cindy picked up the hair and started whipping at Jazmine, then used it to choke her. Jazmine was almost out of breath until Huey intervened by pushing Cindy away.
"What the hell! Are you trying to kill her!"
"She tried to kill me!"
"No, you did!"
Riley slowly walked into the room, rubbing his face.
"Wats goin on?"
"Riley! You're okay!" Cindy yelled hugging him.
Riley realized what she was doing, and blushed a little. Cindy glared at Jazmine.
"You almost killed him!" she yelled.
"No! It was an accident! I'm sorry Riley!"
"Naw ya not! You meant ta hurt ma Reezy!"
"I swear! Huey, you believe me, right?"
"Uh, well… I believe you meant to hit somebody."
"Well, yeah. But not Riley! I wouldn't hurt him!"
"Yeah, but you didn't care, as long as it came in contact with somebody's skin."
"Alright, but you were just as mad as I was!"
"Well, you cut out ma hair!"
"So."
"So! You don't cut off ma hair. Dat makes me mad. And when I get mad, I get really ugly."
"Then you must be mad all the time." Jazmine smirked. Riley struggled to keep Cindy back.
"Stupid bitch! I keel you!"
"Well, you better watch your back!"
"Fine."
Huey and Jazmine went upstairs. Riley and Cindy went back to the couch. Cindy began to cry. Riley comforted her by putting his arm around her.
"C-merph, its iight. You could just shove da udder one off ta the side. Either way, you still look fine."
"Aw, thanks Riley. Dats very sweet of you ta say." She said smiling, and gave Riley a quick peck on the cheek. Riley's cheeks were bright red.
"And if you tell anybody about dat, den I will tear you a new one!"
Riley gulped, because he knew she would do it if he told anybody.
Meanwhile upstairs Huey and Jazmine were talking.
"Huey, you've got to listen to me! I was just trying to defend myself!"
"I believe you."
"Why didn't you just say that?"
"I don't know. It would probably make more tension."
"I guess so."
The two stared at each other for a moment.
"Huey?"
"Yeah?"
"Why did you ask me out?"
"I don't know."
"Don't say that!"
"What do you want me to say?"
"Something honest about me."
"Well, you're the only one I can talk to about certain things, and you are clearly a smart individual."
"What do you like best about me?"
"Probably your carefree personality."
"Why? I thought you hated that sort of thing."
"Well, I like yours because it is so naïve and innocent, and with your head up in the clouds, sometimes I wish I could be like you."
"Really? What else do you like about me?"
"Probably your big poofy hair. It says everything about you, and I like it. It looks pretty. Don't ever straiten it."
"What if I do?"
"Then I might not love you anymore."
"What was that?"
Huey just realized what he said, and widened his eyes.
"Nothing."
"No, you said you loved me."
"I uh."
Jazmine walked up close to him.
"It's okay. I love you too." She said planting her lips onto his. Huey held her closer. When they were done they looked at each other.
"But what about Al?"
"He's nice and all, but he's nothing compared to you."
"Thanks."
Al was already at Wuncler amphitheater, and was rehearsing with his band.
"Alright everybody! It's time to practice! We are going to open with Polka face!"
"Sounds cool." One of the members said.
"Yes, it is. So I expect the special effects are in good shape?"
"Yeah. Uh Al, I question your quantity of special effects."
"Dear sweet Perkins. Don't you think I would make just any old song with these high tech effects?"
"I made no such allegation, sir! All I'm saying is how important is this song?"
"Very! It is for a friend of mine, and a devoted fan. Now, is the projector working?"
"Why don't you ask the person up there?" the man suggested. Al went over and climbed up the tower.
"Hey, is the-"
The girl turned around, for it was his long lost friend, Val Brentwood, the gal spy.
"Hey big boy." She began. "Your band requested me to obtain some videos taken by some government equipment we were testing.
"Val! I haven't seen you in eons!"
"Yeah well, I was very busy. Anyway, what do you need these videos for?"
"Well this friend of mine likes that girl."
"Oh, well that makes sense. Anyway, I got to go."
"Really? Already? Wait! I have to ask how everyone else is doing!"
"Alright alright, I'll stay for a bit. Well, your hamster Harvey is being taken care of, and you that guy boarded in the wall?"
"Yeah."
"Well he got out and is now living a nice life. Bobby is now a host of a game show. The hooded avenger now works for the police, and I think Madame Judy is now working for Knott's scary farm as the head psychic for the gypsy camp."
"That's good to hear! You know I once hosted that event."
"Yes, I am quite aware. Well, It's been nice catching up, but I have to go."
"Will I ever see you again?"
Val stopped, and quickly kissed him on the cheek.
"Count on it." She said as she slid down the tower and ran off. AL looked off in the distance. He climbed down the ladder and walked all the way back to the stage.
"Did you remember to check the spot lights?" the drummer asked.
"Do'h!" he yelled. Al walked all the way back and climbed up each tower, making sure each spot light was working. He then walked all the way back to the stage, exhausted.
"Now can we start rehearsing?"
"Yes!" the men said as the practiced for a few hours.
At the Freeman's house, all of them went in the same car. Jazmine glared at her rival.
"You can have Al." was all that she managed to say. Cindy didn't look happy, much to Riley's surprise. She just nodded.
"Uh, C-merph? Didn't you like Al?"
"Huh? Oh uh yeah."
"Den shouldn't you be happy dat you won?"
"Wats sat supposed ta mean?"
"Well from wat I could see, you two were having a nigga moment. You two was fightin, and I know it must be something stupid. It probably wasn't about Al."
"It wasn't?" the both said at the same time.
"I thought it was." Jazmine said.
"Naw, it was about how you two were competin on who was da betta girl. Who was more successful, and who was better at certain things. I guess doe it got a little out of hand."
"Yeah, it did. I'm sorry Jaz. I guess I wasn't thinking clearly I was just bein stupid."
"Well, it was wrong of me to cut off your hair. I know how sensitive you are when it comes to that, and how you always wear pony tails because you know Ri-"
"Uh." Cindy interrupted. "Well, I guess I'm sorry for almost choking you ta death. I guess I get really mad when it comes to my hair."
"Well, I'm sorry for almost drowning you to death. That made everyone mad."
"Naw naw, It's aww ma fault. I shouldn't have peed in da lemonade vat."
"Wait, you did that C-merph? AHEEHHEHEH!"
"Well, it wasn't funny ta Jaz! She must work hard every day, and I guess I almost ruined her job."
"Well, the boss forgave me when I told him you did it. He said he knew that was going to happen once in a while."
"Well, dat's good ta hear."
"Yeah, and I'm sorry for calling you all those bad names. I guess I was just caught up in the moment."
"Well, I apologize fo fightin you fo it. Dat was no excuse."
"If you two are through, can I put on some music?"
Cindy giggled.