FILLER CHAPTER!
A/N: extremely sorry that I didn't update sooner. My laptop is dead and the charger legit iSn'T wOrKiNg, so I've been doing LITERALLY EVERYTHING fanfiction related on my phone, which, some of you can imagine, is a pain in the ass. So, without further ado, the 3rd chapter of "The Things That Have Been Thrown."
P.S. DMMRI:R will be updated sometime later this week... I'm gonna try to write it in my spare time...
DISCLAIMER: Why must I repeat that I don't own The Boondocks? Damn, 'bout to drive a nigga into depression from constantly reminding me.
It was now Saturday morning.
Cindy and Jazmine were driving in Cindy's jeep to the mall, windows down and all, blasting one of their favorite songs and singing along.
"I don't want no scrub... Scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me. Hanging out the passenger side of his best friend's ride, trying to holler at me," both girls sing in sync, but terribly off key. They repeat the chorus once more, and burst out laughing as the tune fades away; signaling that the song is ending. The next song that comes on Cindy's playlist, entitled "Old School Niggas," is Missy Elliot's "Work It."
"Ya know, speaking of working it," Cindy starts, "do you EVEN have anything in mind for what you wanna wear for your date with Ceez?"
"No," Jazmine tells her, quite bluntly. Cindy shoots her a quick look, being that she's the one driving. "But that's why I'm going to the mall with you... So you can figure out what to get me... And pay for it," Jazmine continues with a naive, kid-like giggle. Cindy swerves on the street and turns wildly into a gas station. "Dang. Do you really need gas THAT badly?" Jazmine asks with a hint of laughter.
"Oh, naw, I got a full tank. I was just making sure you weren't serious about me paying for your damn dress," Cindy replies. Jazmine looks at her like she's a crazed woman,
"So you practically KILLED US just to save money?!"
"Yes. And you're still not answering my question..."
"No, Cindy. I was joking," Jazmine reassures her.
"Good. Cuz you know that's what Reez does... Nigga still owe me cash... Hustle too hard for this," Cindy mutters in such a way Granddad would.
She begins to drive again, steering back on the road, and they reach their destination.
"Well, every store awaits," Jazmine says as they walk through the entrance.
A/N: this is small. Sorry. Next chapter will be fairly small too. Also, I realized that I spelled hear "here" without thinking about it (last chapter) so I just wanna apologize for that and literally any other typos because I honestly don't proof read. I'm more like read it 10 days later and apologize cuz I'm too lazy to edit it.
P.S. Want a sneak peak of next chapter? The last line, said by Caesar, is "No, she's right Huey. That daughter of yours... She's something else. Maybe even wiser than you when you were little."