A/N: hey so guys I got my little iPad keyboard thingy (so I can actually type now (yay)) the only thing that sucks is that I have to press down on the keys hella hard. But hopefully I'll get used to it and be able to type hella fast and update hella fast.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Boondocks or the majority of Cindy's motivational/connecting speech. sorry but I'm not the most INSPIRATIONAL person.
Cindy exits the bathroom, and puts the container of "prescribed" pills into her back pocket. She then continues to go down the hallway and eventually finds her way onto the stage. She sees someone who looks like a cross between Caesar and... something... in the crowd, but she knows not to trust her hallucination side. She'll see him later, anyways.
"Today, I'm going to teach you five important lessons," Cindy starts. Gosh, sometimes she felt like Joel Olsteen when speaking up here. "Lesson one: your skin may never be perfect, but that's okay. Black, White, Indian, Hispanic, Native American - whatever you are. Acne or moles or nothing. Your skin is yours and yours only... we need to learn how to embrace that, or at least embrace what we identify and represent as.
"Lesson two: life is too short to not have the coffee, bras, hairstyle or color, beach house, birthday presents - - whatever you may complain about regularly. If you want it, stop complaining, get your ass up, and go get it!" The crowd starts cheering because of Cindy's words, and she's only on the second lesson.
"Lesson three:," Cindy continues, "Everyone, including your family, classmates, coworkers, friends, enemies, whatever, will talk about you behind your back. You'll talk about them too. We're humans, and that's what we do. Just remember that it DOES NOT mean that you don't love each other.
"Lesson four: it's okay to spend money on the things that make you happy. I have to pay money to talk to y'all however many times a week, but it makes me happy, or at least it's doing something, so I use my husband's money. Like really, spread some cheese on this broke cracker!" Cindy jokes, and the audience laughs. "Bottom line, if you can buy it, or have someone who loves and/or supports you, then buy it!
"Lesson five: sometimes, without fault or reason, relationships will deteriorate. It'll happen when your six, it'll happen when you're sixty."
"All hail Masta Cindy!" someone fangirls from the audience, and many others follow in the trail of ignorant compliments.
Cindy exits through the side entrance/exit, and goes down a hallway that leads to the bathrooms. She lowers her heads to almost-floor level to check if any uninvited guests are in the bathroom she goes into before and after speaking.
"Damn, I needa get and stay on this pill more often," she half-whispers to herself, filled with a strange amount of excitement. She opens the bottle and takes to pills out, which she then cracks open, and performs her whole "drug routine".
Taking a big breath after inhaling, Cindy now, again, puts the bottle back into her pocket; there to store until the next time, unless she or someone else gets washing/drying the clothes first.
In her opposite pocket, however, her phone begins to vibrate, and she BARELY is able to read the contact "my booty".
"Hello?" she speaks into the phone.
"Hey, bae," the cool masculine voice speaks into the phone. "You take the pill before we do the, ya know? We don't want him to find out. Well, more like find out again... and that's why we don't go to your house as often."
"Yeah, I did. And no, we don't. I don't know why that nigga hasn't left me yet. But if he's helping me out with money and food and shit, then he may as well stay where he is."
"True, true. Well, girl, I'm waiting for you here with my friend. And my little friend, of course. So hurry up and get your sexy ass over here already."
"Aiight, I'm coming. Bye." And with that, Cindy hangs up her phone, and rushes to get to her car; moving faster than she has in quite some time.
\-_-/
"Hey, Huey?" Jazmine calls for his attention. "Valerie's playing in the basement right now, but she keeps on looking at me like I'm an alien or something. I told Cindy, but she was busy and had to talk to Caesar or something... the whole staring thing isn't really bothering me, but I just feel like she's my reincarnation besides the talking," Jazmine says with a light laugh. "She's always looking at the world with curious eyes... at this point, I just want to know what sparks her curiosity." Huey takes in what Jazmine just said, nods his head, and turns to head downstairs. "Oh, yeah. Huey? One more thing." Jazmine waits for Huey to turn around, then continues to talk. "Thanks for letting me stay here. It means a lot." Huey half smiles, just for her, and turns around again to head downstairs.
Meanwhile...
"Cin', I understand your whole "Stop Jazmine Before the New Year" plan, but you also have to understand that Jazmine is harmless and is coming with us to Hiro's in New York."
"You don't get it, Ceez. You don't. Not the full image, you don't. Why do you think my own child calls me 'Cin' or 'Cindy' instead of mommy, as the other kids do at her age?" Cindy looks as if she's about to cry, and Caesar takes a deep breath before heading into another room to open a cabinet, and hand Cindy something. She looks at what's in her hand before showing a face of disgust.
"Just in case," he tells her calmly, making his best attempt to assure her.
"I'm not some type of orphan, Caesar."
"And that's what you don't understand, Cindy. Where will you be when he finally lets go?" And with that, he leaves the room.
Meanwhile...
Valerie hears footsteps come down hard, and looks up thinking it's Caesar, but instead sees her... father? Perfect, Valerie thinks.
"Hey Valerie, so Ja-"
Huey stops mid-sentence when he sees her pick up two barbie dolls, one black and one white, and begins to bang them together, but in an "X" formation.
Huey looks at the formation his daughter is making, and begins to guess.
"Uhhh... interracial sex! Uhh... children? Interracial children? Or adults? Oh, uhh, Jazmine!" he exclaims, and he gets the first nod signing yes of all of his guesses. "What about her?" he asks, now worried yet intrigued.
Valerie picks up a puppet from her toys and begins to move it's mouth.
"I'll go talk to her now," Huey declares, and leaves his child behind, not even realizing the, now, third message to him today.
"Daddy?" she calls out, trying to actually talk to him for the first time in a while. What Huey didn't know was that the first message actually had four more meanings, or five overall.
What he also didn't know was that he'd stumble across them so soon.
A/N: 'Kay so I'm pushing the shoutouts back again. Ima give you guys a second to process everything like I did two(?) chapters ago, and I'll update DMMRI:R soon, and maybe even make the new story I've been wanting to start in what seems like forever..? So yeah. Also if you were confused, or just in general, if you don't know who he is/about him, you should google Joel Olsteen (not sure if I spelled that right to be honest). Anyways, review or just continue to view! Even if I get one view throughout all my stories, I still appreciate everything. Zero, even. All I really want for you guys is to stay/be you. And watch The Boondocks and read the comic, lol.