Wowwww I haven't updated this since February. lol. The only reason I remembered it even existed was because I saw xXMissJanuary1996Xx reviewed it. Thanks, gurl! haha. Also, thanks to child who is cool, Maleka, and Darelle The Author for the reviews. I don't like this chapter too much because I have to get into the feel of this story again since it's been so long so I think it's a bit rusty. Oh, well. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own the Boondocks

Joining Forces

"This blows."

"I –gasp- wanna –choke- go –hic- hooooooome!"

Cindy glared to the opposite end of the holding cell. "Jazmine! Get a hold of yourself!"

Jazmine let out a lone wail, staring at the opposite wall from her spot on the cold, metal bed. Her hands were on her knees and she was obviously fighting back more tears. "I can't believe we got arrested!"

"Yeah!" Cindy threw up her hands, stopping her pacing. "That's what tends to happen when you assault a police officer!"

"I didn't know he was an officer!" Jazmine choked tearfully. "I thought he was a rapist!"

Cindy shook her head, turning towards the bars of their cell. She gripped them with her hands, giving them a rough shake. "Hey!" She called to the sheriff, who was sitting at his desk on the opposite end of the small jail, his feet propped up as he watched some soap opera. "Hey!"

The sheriff glanced towards her, his eyes narrowed. She threw up her hands.

"Don't we get a phone call or something?" She asked. Behind her, Jazmine was letting out small, squeaky sobs. "Smoke break? Bail?" When he didn't answer she threw up her hands. "Anything?"

"Your bail's being posted as you talk. Calm down." The sheriff shook his head, rolling his eyes and turning back to the TV. "You're going to most likely have to go to court. Do some time." He shook his head. "We take offenses committed against our officers very seriously in these parts."

"Court? Court?!" Jazmine wailed from behind Cindy. She looked over her shoulder to the now blubbering girl. "I j-just wanted to d-defend myself!"

"Aw, Jazz-"Cindy started, half annoyed and half sympathetic.

"I don't wanna go to jail!" Jazmine cried, rushing to Cindy's side and grabbing the bars as well, giving them a frantic shake. "My d-daddy's going to k-kill me!"

"You should've thought about that before you assaulted an officer, Ms. Stewart," The officer said casually, not even looking at them. Jazmine gulped.

"B-but-" She froze, sniffling. Her eyebrows rose. "Ms. Stewart?"

"Yes." He held up her ID, rolled her eyes. "You are Gracie Nicolay Stewart, aren't you?"

"But I-" Jazmine opened her mouth to correct him but was quickly elbowed by Cindy. "Ow!"

"Yes," Cindy said, shaking her head. "Yes, she's Gracie. Sorry, officer." She gave him a wink. "She doesn't do well under pressure."

He snorted, turning away once again. "Obviously."

"Cindy, what in the world?" Jazmine hissed as Cindy tugged her near the back of the cell. Cindy let go of her arm. "Why did you lie to him?"

"Jazmine, you beat up a cop," She whispered back, her eyes narrowed. "You, excuse me, we are going to go to jail! But we can't go if they accidentally get the wrong people."

Jazmine's eyebrow rose. "What?"

Cindy sighed. "They got our wrong IDs. Our purses are in the trunk. Maybe they were too lazy to check the name on your car's registration, they simply didn't give two shits about them matching up, whatever. The point is that they think we're Ethel and Gracie. If we let them believe that, then Cindy and Jazmine can get the hell out of here and save our asses."

Jazmine sniffed. "I'm n-not lying to them. They're law enforcers!"

"I'm sorry!" Cindy's eyes narrowed. "Do you want to go to jail? It'll be a little hard to start college that way!"

Jazmine burst into tears all over again. Cindy sighed.

"Alright, alright." She pat Jazmine's shoulder. "Sorry. Damn girl, cut the waterworks."

"Cindy!" Jazmine stomped her foot. "If they catch us we could get charged with fraud! We'd be in jail even longer-"

"Which is why we won't get caught." Cindy shrugged. "Duh. As soon as we get out of here we're gonna book it out of Indiana ASAP. We'll get rid of the IDs as soon as we do. For all they know, Ethel and Gracie will have made a run for it."

"But if they find us-"

"They won't have evidence!" Cindy gestured around. "This is Hicksville! They don't even have cameras up in here!"

"What if they recorded my license plates?"

"Girl, boo." Cindy rolled her eyes. "I've got enough cash on me where we can pay our bail and not have to worry about them tracing our bank cards. We hail a taxi to where they keep cars impounded around here, get your car back, and get the hell out of here."

Jazmine looked ready to cry again. "I'm scared."

"Well, suck it up." Cindy grinned. "You loved Thelma and Louise. If you think about it, that's who we're acting like."

"They drove off a cliff!"

"What are you two mumbling about?" The sheriff asked, looking bored. Cindy started.

"Um, Jaz-Gracie! Stop crying! I can't hear myself think!" She took her eyes off her now hyperventilating best friend, shaking her head. "We're…being terrified of going to jail and getting raped!" She said, snapping her fingers. "Yeah!"

Jazmine let out a high pitched wail, burying her face in her hands. The sheriff opened his mouth to reply, but abruptly stopped when a guitar began to sound.

"You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore.
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore…"

"Ugh. Mr. Foss!" The sheriff yelled towards the next cell over. "Cut out the guitar playing this instant!"

Since it went on, he was apparently being ignored.

"When you lived inside of me
It was nothing I could conceive
That you wouldn't do for me.
Trouble seemed so far away
You changed that right away, baby-"

"Mr. Foss!"

"Aye! Let the man play!" Another masculine voice sounded from the same cell. "He's getting over a broken heart!"

"Obviously," Cindy muttered into Jazmine's ear. She wiped her eyes, sniffling and lifting her head curiously.

"You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore, no…

"Love don't live here anymore
Just emptiness and memories of what we had before
But you went away, found a new place to stay,
Another home…"

Cindy couldn't help it; she found her feet moving to the cell bars again, her hands coming up to grip them as she tried to hear better. The haunting sadness in the guy's voice, especially paired with the guitar, was enough to give someone chills. Not to mention, his words were quite relatable.

"You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
Just a vacancy love don't live here anymore
oh, no
No no no no."

"Mr. Foss-"

"Just shut up and let him play!" Cindy snapped, surprising herself. Whoa. She didn't know the guy, and she was in hot water herself. She did not need to be trying to defend some stranger at the moment. The sheriff glared at her but clamped his mouth shut.

"You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
Just a vacancy, love don't live here anymore
Anymore, ohh no no no."

The last of the chords faded away, leaving the jail eerily quiet. Even Jazmine had been shocked into silence, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. She sniffed loudly as a voice from the other cell spoke.

"Yee-yuhhh." The voice, coming from the guy who had just been singing, was sad. "My ode to Isabelle. I will never love again."

"Whateva, stupid. She cheated on you. Twice."

"Don't mean I ain't supposed to stop loving her!"

"…Uh, yeah." Cindy spoke up before she could stop herself. "It pretty much does."

There was movement in the other cell. "Man, who the hell asked you?"

"What?" Cindy rolled her eyes, smacking her lips. "I ain't the one pathetic enough to be singing some song bout being all heartbroken and shit when the girl probably ain't even thinking about you now!"

"Burn," The sheriff chortled, turning back to his TV. The boy sucked his teeth.

"You obviously know nothing about heartbreak."

"I do." Cindy glanced down at her feet. "You ain't the only one who's been cheated on. I just ain't going around crying about it."

"No." Jazmine's voice was dry. "Instead, you're dragging people on road trips that lead them to getting arrested." There was a pause.

"Why the hell are you guys in here?"

"Oh." Cindy snorted. "My best friend beat up a cop."

Jazmine's jaw dropped. The two boys in the other cell let out low whistles.

"Impressive."

"Street cred."

"No! No! C-Ethel, tell them why I did it!" Jazmine whined. Cindy rolled her eyes. Jazmine and her honesty.

"Fine." She lifted her gaze to the ceiling, sighing. "She only did it because she's super paranoid and untrusting and thought the guy was a serial killer."

Jazmine looked satisfied. The sheriff sat up, eyeing the cell.

"Really?" He asked, his voice significantly less mean. When the two girls nodded he shrugged, rising out of his chair and striding over. "Well, why didn't you just say so?"

Cindy and Jazmine's jaws dropped. They exchanged shocked looks before turning back to him.

"We did!" They said in unison.

"I tried to explain it when he was cuffing us!" Jazmine whined.

"Then I tried to explain it when we were in the back of the police car," Cindy continued.

"I even tried to tell you while you were booking us!" Jazmine pointed out.

"And you asked us to tell you what happened, we did, you laughed and said that was ridiculous, and then you threw us in here anyways!" Cindy finished. The guy stroked his chin.

"Really?" He shrugged again, scratching his chin. "Hmm. I must not have been paying attention. See, we confiscated fourteen ounces of marijuana this afternoon? Shoot. I've been smoking that mess all night."

Jazmine lightly sniffed the air, wincing. "I was wondering why it smelled like burning grass in here…"

"So, does this mean we can go?" Cindy asked, her hands on her hips. He sighed, taking out his keys and jamming it in the lock, turning it and opening the cell.

"Yeah, whatever."

Cindy and Jazmine squealed, running out of the cell and doing a happy dance. "We're free! We're free!" Jazmine chanted, punching the air. Her cell phone rang on the sheriff's desk and she hurriedly grabbed it, thrusting it up to her ear. "Hello?" Her cheerful expression fell and suddenly she looked horrified. "D-daddy!"

Cindy groaned. Shit.

"No, we doing anything." She began pacing, ignoring the bemused look the sheriff was giving her. "I mean, we're at a…hotel. Which one? Uh…" She glanced towards Cindy, waving frantically. Cindy threw up her hands, but before she could speak one of the two boys popped up behind their cell bars.

"The Econo Lodge."

"Right! The Econo lodge." Jazmine stopped pacing, her eyes widening. "It hasn't shown up on the bank account yet? Uh…"

"Because they don't process payment until checkout," The boy offered, shaking his head. He had longish black hair, his eyes a chestnut brown. He was obviously some kind of Hispanic. Jazmine nodded.

"We don't have to pay until check out time…yeah, we're leaving tomorrow. We should be able to get to DC tomorrow. Okay. Yeah, I'll call you in the morning." She paused, tapping her foot and sighing. "No, we're not doing anything that could result in us getting anally raped."

The sheriff snorted. The boy's eyebrow lifted. Cindy couldn't help but notice that he had nice eyes.

"Alright. Uh huh. I love you, too." Jazmine groaned, closing her eyes. "No, I'm not having sex! God, daddy, who would I even do it with? He's not here!" She gasped, realizing her mistake. "Wait, daddy! We don't do it anyways! No, I wasn't trying…we're not having sex! I'm not going to catch anything!"

Cindy, the sheriff, and the two boys all exchanged looks. This wasn't a very pleasant conversation.

"YES." Jazmine closed her eyes, clenching her teeth. "I am aware that Jesus is watching me. Okay, thanks. You're the best. Goodbye." She ended the call, shaking her head and looking completely mortified. "Great. He thinks Huey and I are sexed up crazies and that I'm a harlot."

"Well." Cindy shrugged, smirking. "Are you?"

Jazmine gave her a dirty look. "Please. You know we haven't gone that far yet."

"Um, excuse me." The other boy in the cell, a black guy with curly hair and a bright orange hat covering them, interrupted. "But if they get to go, can we go, too?"

"Hell. No. Son." The sheriff snorted. The boy's jaw dropped.

"That's ain't fair!" He had a southern twang on his voice that was endearing and unusual at the same time. "We ain't even do nothing for real! They the ones assaulting officers of tha law!"

"What the hell, man?" Cindy threw up her hands. "Some help you are!"

The boy sucked his teeth. "Why would I help you? I don't even know you."

"Ray, cool it." The Hispanic boy shook his head, the neck of his guitar in one hand. He rolled his eyes. "Forgive him. He's pissed because someone ran off with our truck. That's how we wound up in here. We were trying to get it back."

Jazmine frowned, glancing at the sheriff. "Why are they in trouble for trying to get back their own vehicle?"

The sheriff shrugged. "I don't ask questions. I just eat doughnuts."

She blinked, nodding and turning away, her nose wrinkling. "Okay…"

"Well." Cindy felt a bit bad for them. "Do you know where the people who stole it are going?"

"Oh, we know, alright." The boy known as Ray folded his arms over his chest. "They was some rivals of the company we workin' for. They going up to them fancy ol headquarters they got in DC."

"DC?" Jazmine's face visibly brightened. "That's where we're going…ow!"

"You don't tell strangers where we're going!" Cindy pointed out, ignoring her as she rubbed her arm, poking out her lower lip. "God…"

"We been heard where you going." He pointed to Jazmine. "She was tellin' her pops all on her phone right back den'."

""Right back den'?" Cindy snorted. "Who the hell taught you how to talk, Ronald McDonald?"

"Cin-Ethel, don't be mean." Jazmine shook her head, holding out her hand towards the sheriff. "Car keys, please?"

The sheriff sighed, grudgingly going over to his desk and rummaging in a drawer, tossing her a set of car keys with a pink hello kitty charm attached to them. She grinned before clearing her throat.

"And I'll be needing my bat, por favor."

He eyed her. "Don't you think that thing has gotten you in enough trouble, missy?"

"My bat!" She whined, stomping her foot. He rolled his eyes, grabbing her bat off the wall and handing it to her. She squealed, hugging it before throwing her arms around his neck.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU-"

"J-Gracie!" Cindy grabbed her by her collar, tugging her back. "Get a hold of yourself!" She dropped her hands, rolling her eyes and starting for the door. "Shit." Jazmine trailed after her, dragging her bat. "Now we've got even more time to make up-"

"You'd better be glad we're not going to jail! Forget making up time!" Jazmine snorted, sighing. "I just want a long shower and some sleep. Lots of sleep. I'm talking comatose-"

"Wait!"

They both spun around, spotting the boys by their cell bars, looking pitiful. The Hispanic glanced towards the sheriff.

"Come on, man." He sighed. "We really need to get our truck back. Could you let us out?" He suddenly made the most pathetic, heartbroken face that they had ever witnessed. It was so bad that even Cindy felt back for him. The sheriff sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever." He unlocked their cell as well, rolling his eyes again as the two boys ran out, high fiving. "I never want to see your faces again."

"Don't gotta worry bout that, shawty." Ray snorted, the two of them turning towards the women. Their faces took on looks of confusion, then realization.

"My name's Brandon." The Hispanic boy pointed to himself before pointing to his friend. "This is Ray." He turned his pleading gaze onto Jazmine, whose green eyes narrowed. "And we need your help. You drive, right?"

Her voice turned surprisingly cool. "Maybe."

Cindy rolled her eyes, grabbing Jazmine's shoulder and tugging her back so that she could step in front of her. "Excuse my friend," she said, instantly getting lost in Brandon's dark eyes. She shook her head, snapping out of it before continuing. "She's not very…friendly to people she doesn't know."

Actually, she was perfectly friendly when it came to strangers. Female strangers. Even male strangers who were accompanied by female strangers. But heaven forbid a boy even look in her direction when she didn't know him. Her attitude would make a complete one eighty. If one wanted to see a bitchy Jazmine Dubois all they had to do was stick her in a room with a guy she didn't know.

"So, what exactly happened to your…er…truck, again?" Cindy asked. The black guy, Ray, smacked his lips.

"Man, deez dudes from down in Tampa took our jank when we wuz at a rest stop!" he answered, his eyes narrowing. Jazmine's eyebrows flew up. "Den dey gon try ta arrest us cuz-"

"I'm sorry." Jazmine held up her hand, her head tilted to the side. "But where are you from?"

"Tennessee." He gave her a glance over, his own eyes narrowing. "Is dat a problem? Yo accent ain't all that flatterin' either."

Before Jazmine could open her mouth to argue Cindy clamped her hand over it, shaking her head and glancing at the two boys.

"Alright." She shrugged. "We've got to go pick up J…Gracie's car." She sighed reluctantly. "And…since we're all going the same way and you need to get your truck back-"

"No!" Jazmine snapped, shaking her head and stomping her foot. "No no no no-"

"Oh, don't be a baby!" Cindy gestured to Brandon. "Are you two rapists?"

"What?" His jaw dropped. Ray's own eyebrow lifted. "Of course not!"

"You robbers? Felons? Drug dealers?"

The two boys exchanged confused looks, staring back at them.

"No."

"Then you're coming with us." Cindy trained an evil eye on Jazmine. "Okay?"

Jazmine blinked at her best friend in disbelief before rolling her eyes, pulling out her wallet and walking to the sheriff's desk.

"I'm paying our bail," she said in her passively angry tone, shaking her head. "You can call a taxi." She shot a look of disdain towards the boys. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."

Cindy offered them a shrug and a smile.

"She's really sweet most them time." When they gave her looks of disbelief she snorted. "No, really. She is."

Ray shook his head, glancing at her.

"Um…we'll take your word for it."

Cindy broke out her own cell phone, calling an operator to get in touch with a taxi service. Jazmine was right.

The sooner they got out of there, the better.

"What the hell are we listenin to?"

"The Frustrated Nigga by Jeru the Damaja."

"His ass ain't da only frustrated nigga round hur! Change the damn song!"

"Riley." Huey spun around in his seat, glaring at his younger brother. Caesar was staring quietly out the window, obviously in deep thought. "Can you ever speak in proper English?"

"Yup. I just choose not to." Riley snorted. "Just cuz yo nerd ass pronounces every word you come across like a white person, dat don't mean ima do it!"

"I don't talk like a white person!" Huey glared in the rearview mirror at him. "How the hell do you figure that?"

"I aunno, but I do know you wouldn't be able ta talk like me if yo life depended on it."

"Riley, it's easy to talk like you." Huey rolled his eyes. "All your dialogue consists of is chopped up words that you're too lazy to correctly enunciate.

"Well, enunciate dis, nigga." Riley sat up, his expression taunting. "You wouldn't be able ta talk like dis fo a week."

"Really." Huey's tone was flat.

"Nope."

"Er, guys?"

"So, is that a challenge?"

"Nigga, it's a bet."

"No betting! No!" Caesar threw up his hands. "Huey, why are you betting? You always lose bets!"

"Do not," he said in a huffy tone. Caesar snorted.

"Yeah, whatever you say."

"So is we doin dis?"

Huey glanced into the rearview mirror again, his eyes narrowing. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially not a bet.

"Fine." Riley cackled. "But if I win, you have to-"

"Stop!" Caesar gave them incredulous looks. "Think about what you two are-"

"If I win," Riley interrupted, waving his hand and grinning from ear to ear. "You gotta getta tattoo of my name on yo ass."

"Hell no." Huey snorted, rolling his eyes. Riley's eyebrow lifted.

"Scared?"

His older brother's eyes narrowed.

"Make it on the back and you've got a bet."

"No!" Caesar yelled as Riley laughed, falling back against his seat.

"And if I win," Huey said over his laughing. "You have to get my name on yours. In fact…" He smirked. "If I'm going to be talking like a complete moron, how about we see how long you can go talking like a civilized individual?"

Riley's eyebrows lifted. Huey shrugged at his reluctance.

"Scared?"

"Nigga, don' play me."

Huey snorted, shaking his head as he changed lanes. "You wouldn't last a day."

"Dat's what you think."

"Shut up!" Caesar yelled, a phone pressed up to his ear. He stuck his index finger in his other ear to block out the Freeman brother's negotiations for their bet. "Hello? Jazmine?"

"Make sure you actually get her exact location this time," Huey mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Tell her we're five minutes outside of Chicago-"

"You just got out of jail?!"

"WHAT?!" Huey and Riley yelled; Huey because he was shocked, Riley because he was laughing so hard. Huey held out his hand for the phone but Caesar leaned away, his eyes becoming wider by the second.

"What do you mean you accidentally beat up a cop?"

"Ceez, give me the phone."

"You just got your car out of impoundment? Cindy had to threaten to break the office worker's nose?"

"Where are they?"

"Do I hear guys?"

"CAESAR!"

"Huh? Oh! Where ya'll at?" Caesar listened for a few moments, the car silent except for the distant sounds of the radio. His jaw dropped. "Indiana?"

"What?" Huey shot a glare towards him. "Do you mean I drove all the way to Chicago for no reason?"

"Wait…do I hear boys in the background? Jazzy, what the hell are you guys…hello? HELLO? Damn!" He shut his phone, groaning. "I think her battery died."

"What the hell!" Huey shouted, causing Caesar to cover his ears and Riley to snicker. "Are you forreal?"

"Yeah, I'm forreal!" His forehead scrunched up and he frowned. "I really could've sworn I heard some other guys with them."

"Well isn't this great." Huey snarled at his best friend. "My girlfriend's going around beating up cops, getting arrested, getting lost-"

"I swear I heard boys."

"-we have no idea where she is in freaking Indiana, her phone's dead-"

"Like, seriously. Why would they be with boys?"

"And your dumbass ex girlfriend won't answer her phone if we call so we can't even get a hold of them until she charges her phone!"

"Do you think they were really with boys?"

Huey blinked at his best friend, his auburn eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Do you want to know what I think?" he nearly spat, his tone filled with hostility. Caesar slid away from him, his shoulders pressing against the window.

"Um…" He glanced back to Riley, who gave him an amused shrug before glancing back to Huey's infuriated face. "Is that…a trick question?"

"Does it sound like a trick question?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, it ain't!"

"Stop yelling at me!" Caesar shouted, his fists clenched and a frown on his face. "I don't like when you yell."

"Faggoty," Riley cackled. Huey shot him a glare.

"You can shut it too, Mr. I-gotta-use-the-restroom-in-every-goddamn-city-"

"Aye! Ain't mah fault I likes ta keep my bladder feelin good! Ain' gon have me holdin mah shit cuz you too lazy ta stop-"

"You know what?" Huey snapped, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. "How about everyone just stop talking. Right now."

Riley and Caesar stared at each other, falling silent. Huey sighed. The car fell into a peaceful silence.

Then-

"Nigga, I gotta use da bathroom."

Huey blinked. Caesar shot Riley a look, getting a shrug and a snort in return. The eldest Freeman shook his head, pulling over to the side of the road and cutting off the car. Caesar stared incredulously.

"Um…Huey?" he asked as the afro wearing boy shook his head. "What…what ya doin, Huey?"

He ignored him. Instead he whirled around in his seat, giving his brother a livid glare. Riley's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"Oh, shit!" He let out a high pitched scream as Huey lunged for him, his fists flying. He managed to get in a few good hits before Riley was pushing open the back door, tearing out the car and sprinting towards the open field that bordered the road.

""Quit playin', Huey!"

"I'll show you playin!" Huey yelled, jumping out the car as well and sprinting after his younger brother.

"Huey! Cut it out, nigga!"

"Shoulda left yo ass home!"

"An watchu gon do, nigga? Watchu gon…Huey, no! Nigga, stop! AH!"

Caesar shook his head, turning away as Huey tackled Riley to the ground and beginning to wail on his ass. Riley fought back, the two of them rolling around on the ground, their hands wrapped around each other's throats. He sighed, closing his eyes.

This…was going to take awhile.

"So." Ray leaned up from his spot in the back of the car, glancing towards the grumpy looking driver. Beside him, Brandon was silently plucking away at his guitar. "You…wanna tell me a little about yourself?"

Jazmine's green eyes narrowed as she glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Not really, no."

"Jazzy, be nice." How backwards. Cindy never thought she'd have to say that to Jazmine of all people. It was usually the other way around. She turned around in the passenger seat, glancing at the boys. "Well, my name's Cindy. I just turned eighteen the tenth. And I'm from Illinois."

"Word?" Brandon lifted his head, nodding. "Cool."

He glanced back down at the guitar, obviously a man of few words. Ray was persistent. He glanced towards Jazmine again, sighing.

"Ya know," he said aloud, Jazmine's fingers visibly tightening around the steering wheel. "You'd be a lot prettier than you already are if you tried ta smile."

"In that case I'll keep frowning."

"Jazmine," Cindy hissed, giving her a look. "Just tell them something about yourself."

Jazmine sighed, making a face as she kept her eyes on the road. "My name's Jazmine," she said in a tone that implied she'd rather be sawing her own foot off than talking to them. "I'm an Aquarius. I think driving boys with us to DC who we don't even know is a completely stupid idea-"

"What's up with the battle scar?" Brandon spoke up, not fazed by her words. She blinked

"Excuse me?"

"That scar." He pointed to the long, pencil thin scar that traveled from the inside of her wrist to the side of her elbow. She shook her head, snorting.

"None of your business."

"So, how come you told that sheriff yer names were Gracie an Ethel?" Ray asked, directing the question to the less icy Cindy. She smirked.

"They got our fake IDs instead of our real ones," she explained, stretching her arms over her head. "And we won't tryin to go to jail, ya dig?"

"True."

"So we just went along with it." She snorted. Ray smirked.

"And may I ask why two pretty girls is travelin cross the eastern part of the states by themselves?"

"Oh, get real-"

"Jazmine." Cindy rolled her eyes, shrugging. "Well, we weren't supposed to be going by ourselves, but it kind worked out this way." She turned towards Jazmine. "Do you know where a hotel is around here?"

Jazmine made a face. "Of course, Cin. Since, you know, I come through Indiana all the time…wait." She gave her best friend a look. "Are you serious? I'm not sharing a hotel room with strange boys!"

"We ain't strange boys." Ray jabbed his thumb towards himself. "Mah name's Raymond Darden an I'm twenty one. Dat der's Brandon Foss an he's twenty."

"Sup." Brandon didn't even lift his head. Ray glared at the back of Jazmine's head, obviously losing patience with her attitude.

"We appreciate tha ride." He rolled his eyes. "But if you'd ratha us catcha bus to DC or-"

"Please! Do!" Jazmine interrupted, shaking her head. Cindy sighed, slumping in her seat. Ray nodded.

"Then we will, if you don't mind drivin us to a stop tomorra' mornin."

"Yeah," Brandon randomly added, not sounding as if he cared much either way. "You can stop at a hotel. We'll get our own room."

"See?" Cindy held up her hands towards Jazmine. "Perfectly nice."

"Yeah." Jazmine rolled her eyes. "Everyone starts off nice."

"Just find a freakin hotel, Miss grumpy-"

"Oh, and what am I supposed to be?" Jazmine snapped, catching Cindy by surprise. She took her eyes off the road long enough to shoot her a glare. "You forced me to come out here early, we got lost, we went to jail-"

"And whose fault was that?"

"None of this would happen if you hadn't dragged me out here so I'm blaming you!" she yelled, making Cindy clamp her mouth shut. "We went to jail and committed fraud and now we're driving around two boys we don't even know!"

"I get it, you're mad!" Cindy shouted back. "You can stop yelling now!"

"I don't know if I can, because that seems to be the only way anyone can get things through to that big head of yours!" Jazmine shot back. Spotting a hotel ahead she turned on her signal light. "Whatever, Cindy. What. Ever."

Great. Jazmine was mad. Cindy flopped back against her seat, folding her arms over her chest. Sensing the hostility radiating through the car Brandon undid his seatbelt as Jazmine slammed the car in park, flopping back in her seat as well.

"I'll…go see what their rooms are like," he said hurriedly, he and Ray nearly jumping out the car. Once the doors slammed shut Cindy shook her head, staring at Jazmine.

"Are you really mad at me?"

Jazmine cut her eyes towards her, her features softening.

"No." Cindy inflated a bit. "But I am mad you thought it would just be okay to invite strangers-"

"I'm sorry. I really am." Cindy shrugged. "But we don't know this place for shit and I know if we needed help I would have wanted someone to do the same for us." She shrugged again. "Besides. Maybe us assisting them will help ourselves out in the long run."

Jazmine snorted, leaned back and covering her face with her hands. "Can this night get any worse?" she mumbled. There was a sudden knock on her window and both girls jumped up to see Brandon standing there, Ray a few steps behind him with his arms folded over his chest. Jazmine rolled down the window.

"Yes?"

He held up a single room key, wincing. "They only have one room left."

Huey and Riley betting? Cindy and Jazmine toting around strangers? Cops smoking weed?

...Yeah, I don't even know.

The song used in the beginning was "Love Don't Live Here Anymore", covered by City and Colour. If you want to listen to it I suggest you listen to the myspace version on youtube or transcription or whatever it's called...and if music that isn't rap/hip hop/R&B makes you angry then don't listen to it. Goodness.

Thanks for reading! REVIEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

-Kelsey