Okay, I think I'm back in the feel of this one. Haha. I have to say, this was one of the most fun chapters for me to write in all of my fanfiction history. Like, forizzle. So, thanks to xXMissJanuary1996Xx, child who is cool, and Jumelles0131 for the reviews! Ya'll say such nice things. Makin me blush an stuff... :P

A warning for people who don't know how to take jokes: there are quite a few racial slurs in here. Of course, they do not reflect on the author's personal opinion in any way. It seems like when it comes to politics, religion, and race, people forget the definition of "humor". So, yeah. Just. Jokes. Anyone who messages me to fuss me out for being a racist will promptly be shut down. K, thnx.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Boondocks

Everyday I'm Hustlin'

The next morning came, bringing along with it bright blue skies and warm sunshine. The slight breeze that filtered through the air was enough to refresh even the grumpiest of people.

"Nigga, move yo damn foot outta mah face!"

Well, almost.

Caesar cracked an eye open to see Riley's own socked feet propped on his chest. "Uhh!" He shoved the younger boy's feet away, rolling over and falling to the floor of the backseat. "Damn, Riley! Yo feet smell like corn dogs!"

"Nigga don' play me-"

"I don't need to! Your toes do it on their own!"

"Both of you, shut up." Riley and Caesar turned to the front seat of the car where Huey was stretching, yawning and taking his propped feet off the dashboard. He checked his phone, rolling his eyes. "Great. It's almost nine."

"We fell asleep on the side of the road?" Caesar made a face. Huey rolled his eyes.

"I suppose when I said I was too poor to afford a hotel, I was speaking for my health."

"Well, where is we?" Riley mumbled, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. Huey glanced around, leaning forward so he could look out the windshield to the sun above them.

"Well, judging from the sun's placement, we're facing southeast, so I'm willing to say we're right outside Indiana, if we haven't hit the border already."

Caesar shook his head, covering his eyes with his hand and flopping back into the backseat. "This blows."

"I'm hungry!" Riley gave Huey a sarcastic look. "You gotta enough money ta feed sum niggas?"

"Uh, I've got enough to feed myself!" Huey shot back, giving him a look. "What happened to all that money you made from your job at the bowling alley this past year?"

"Nigga, I spented it!" Riley shot back, smacking his lips. "Gotta stay lookin fresh, son! Can't be lookin all bootleg an retarded wit sum ugly ass shoes like you be tryna do-"

"What's wrong with my shoes?"

"Guys." Caesar shook his dreads out of his face, sighing. "We should probably just get going so we can get to DC. So I can get a shower-"

"I want sum breakfast, niggas!"

"Alright, alright! Look." Huey rolled his eyes. "We'll stop for food. I'll try calling Jazmine since whenever Ceez does it ends up being a ridiculous catastrophe-"

"I can't help it yo girlfriend was actin like a-"

"Watch it, Michael."

"...I was going to say a beautiful, lovely human being." Caesar blinked at him innocently. Huey stared at him with a blank expression before sucking his teeth.

"Man, whatever. Anyway, if they know where they're going, then we'll just go to DC so I can sign that damn lease and-"

"Nigga, you ain' using no slang!" Riley suddenly interrupted, pointing at his brother. "You besta find a good ass tattoo parlor, son!"

"Me? Do you know how many grammatical errors you just used in your one sentence?" Huey shot back, glaring at him. "If anything you need to-"

"Guys, cut it out!" Caesar snapped at the bickering brothers. Of course, they ignored him.

"See, yo cheatin' ass-"

"What the hell am I gonna get a tattoo for when neither one of us are abiding to the bargain?"

"Well, fine! We can start now!" Riley pointed out, shrugging. Huey opened his mouth, then blinked.

"Wait, right now?" he asked. "Or did you mean right after that sentence?"

"What?"

"Well, you said "We can start right now"." Huey made a face. "Did you mean right when you said "now" or-"

"ARGHHHH!" Caesar yelled, making both of them turn their heads towards him. "Can ya'll just make up your minds? I'm trying to save my relationship here!"

"Nigga you ain't got no-"

"What was that?" Huey asked, cupping a hand around his ear and giving Riley a smirk. The younger Freeman rolled his eyes, clearing his throat.

"Your relationship is already finished for, Michael," he said in a flat voice, rolling his eyes. Huey nodded.

"Not bad." When Riley shot him a look he rolled his eyes. "Nigga."

Riley grinned. Caesar shook his head.

"You two are impossible."

The only reason Cindy woke up was because Jazmine's phone started ringing. And that shit was loud.

'IF YOU'RE ALONE AND YOU NEED A FRIEND
SOMEONE TO MAKE YOU FORGET YOUR PROBLEMS
JUST COME ALONG BABY, TAKE MY HAND
I'LL BE YOUR LOVER TONIGHT!'

What the fuck was wrong with that girl?

'WHOA OHHH WHOA OHHH
THIS IS WHAT I WANNA DO-'

"Arggggh," she grumbled, reaching out from the mass of covers and smacking her hand on the dresser, feeling for the loud thing.

'WHOA OHHH WHOA OHHH
LET'S HAVE SOME FUN-'

Instead she accidentally sent the phone falling to the floor. She swore, throwing the covers off.

'WHOA OHHH WHOA OHH
ONE ON ONE JUST ME AND YOU-'

"Goddammit!" Cindy yelled, picking up the phone.

'WHOA OHHH WHOA OHH-'

Cindy quickly hit the bright green talk button before she could give into her urge to hurl the phone out the window and yawned, glancing around to make sure she hadn't awakened anyone. Ray was sleeping on a pile of covers on the floor since he'd refused to "look gay as shit" by sharing a bed with his friend, while the bed itself was empty. The bathroom door was closed, so that explained the fourth person's absence.

Beside her, Jazmine was rolled over, snoring loudly. That girl could sleep through an apocalyptic crisis. She shook her head, sighing. She would wake her up, but she didn't want another reason for Jazmine to be mad at her.

"Talk to me," she mumbled, flopping back and covering her eyes with her arm.

"Aye yo, where you at?"

Cindy's eyes popped open. She sat up again and stared at the phone with a confused expression before holding it back up to her ear.

"Um...Riley?"

"Naw, son!" In the background she could hear laughing and the person groaned. "It's Huey."

"Huey?" Cindy burst out laughing. "Why the hell are you talking like that?"

"Ain't nobody ask you ta aska bunch of damn questions," she heard Huey snap. Her eyebrows rose. "So, where are you guys...I mean, where ya'll at?"

She snorted, glancing around the hotel room. "Indiana."

"Forreal? Yeah, dat shit really narrows it down-"

"Well, I don't know!" Cindy rolled her eyes. Huey sighed.

"Well, lemme speak ta Jazmine."

She winced, glancing towards her sleeping best friend. "I don't know if that's a good idea..."

"Watchu mean you don' know if dat's a...Riley, I ain't talkin like dis on tha phone! This shit's embarrassing!"

"Then I guess you would like to acquire a lovely permanent inking that reads, "R. Esco" on that spine of yours," A voice that sounded oddly like Riley laughed in the background. She heard Huey sigh into the phone.

"Fine, nigga!"

Whoever's idea this had been, Cindy had to admit it was genius. Riley sounding like a nerd? Huey sounding like a gangbanger? What was next, Jazmine waking up and speaking in Chinese?

"Look, we ain't gots all day," Huey went on, sounding grumpier than usual. "So just hurry tha hell up an tell me where you-"

"Um…oh, no!" Cindy began to blow into the phone. "I can't hear you! You're breaking up!"

"Cindy, goddamnit if you don't give Jazmine that phone-"

"Can't hear ya! See ya!"

"CINDY-"

Click. She made a face to the phone, shaking her head and setting it aside as Jazmine sat up, yawning sleepily. She blinked at her best friend, her eyes narrowing.

"Did someone just call me?"

Cindy shrugged, shaking her head. "You imaginin things, girl."

The disoriented girl yawned again, flopping over and closing her eyes. "That's weird. I thought Huey would've called me by now-"

"Well-"

'IF YOU'RE ALONE AND YOU NEED A FRIEND
SOMEONE TO MAKE YOU FORGET YOUR PROBLEMS-'

Oh, come on. Jazmine's eyes popped open and she sat up again, holding out her hand. Cindy winced, handing it to her in reluctance.

'JUST COME ALONG BABY, TAKE MY HAND
I'LL BE YOUR LOVER TONIGHT!'

"Hello?" Jazmine asked sleepily, yawning yet again and blinking drowsily. It usually took a good hour for the girl to get to a level where she could fully function after waking up, so Cindy wouldn't be surprised if she didn't remember this conversation later on…

Actually…that wasn't a bad thing.

"Hey," Jazmine mumbled into the phone, pushing back the covers and getting out the bed, shuffling towards the front door. "Where are we? Um, somewhere in Indiana? I don't know…EIIIIHHH!" She let out a high pitched shriek as she stumbled over Ray's sleeping form, falling to the floor. The phone shot out of her hands like a cannon and she pushed herself to her elbows, her eyes widening.

"NO!"

Cindy watched with wide eyes as the sidekick hit the wall, breaking instantly into three pieces. Jazmine bolted up, looking like she wanted to cry.

"My phone!" she wailed, crouching down beside what was left of the dead phone. Ray sat up, rubbing his back and glaring towards her.

"My vertebrae!" he snapped, rolling his eyes. Jazmine groaned, letting the pieces fall to the floor.

"How the hell am I supposed to keep in contact with them now?" Jazmine moaned, burying her face in her hands. "And daddy won't be able to reach me…oh, my god. He's going to kill me. This is my third phone in four months!" She whirled around, staring at Cindy. "Cin, let me use your phone."

Cindy wracked her brain for a lie. Okay, as selfish as it was of her, she knew that Caesar was with Huey and Riley, and she didn't feel like seeing them sooner than later. On the contraire, she preferred later.

Much later.

"It's dead. I forgot to charge it." Jazmine's shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry."

The girl looked so dejected that Cindy felt a pang of guilt shoot through her. But then, Jazmine's eyes were narrowing, her fists clenching. And then she was on her feet, unlocking the door and throwing it open, storming outside.

"Shit shit shit!" A sudden series of yells caused Cindy and Ray's eyebrows to shoot up. Way up. "Goddammit! Mother fucking goddamn bullshit! Fuck fuck fuck-"

"Oh, my god." Ray stared at Cindy with big eyes. "Is she always like that?"

Cindy shook her head, wincing. "The sad part is she probably won't cuss again for another five years when this is over." She shook her head as the bathroom door opened and Brandon came out, yawning as well. He made a face when the sounds of Jazmine's furious swearing reached his ears.

"She's going to wake up the entire state of Indiana," he said matter-of-factly, shaking his head. Unlike the other two he didn't seem disturbed. Instead he walked over to the cracked door, pushing it open.

"Hey, Jazmine?"

There was a pause. "WHAT?"

He blinked, shaking his head. "Want some breakfast?"

As simple as his offer was, it seemed to do the trick. There was a long, long stretch of silence that nearly burned in Cindy's ears. And then Jazmine was trudging back to the doorway in her Sonic the Hedgehog boxers and t shirt, looking reluctant.

"Really?" When he nodded her shoulders slumped and she nodded slowly, continuing past him. "Er…okay."

Cindy blinked. Why hadn't she thought of that? She watched as Jazmine pulled out a set of clothes from her suitcase before heading to the bathroom. She paused in front of their bed, giving Cindy a tired look.

"Please charge your phone."

Cindy nodded slowly, feeling even guiltier than before. Jazmine walked into the bathroom, slamming the door. The other three exchanged looks.

"Well." Ray glanced towards the window, shrugging. "At least it's sunny?"

"We ain't stayin in here all damn day," Huey advised the other two as they stepped into the seven eleven, rolling his eyes. "Tha only reason I did stop was cuz dey ain't have no other shit round hurr other than a damn Wal-Mart. And I refuse ta go to Wal-Mart until dey change their policies in regards ta foreign labor and the treatment of their employees-"

"Do not think because you're throwing in a "hurr" and a "cuz" that you can give your nerd speeches," Riley commented, snorting. "I ain't, excuse me, I'm not trying to hear that at this time. Thank you."

"You know," Caesar pointed out as Riley walked towards the doughnuts. "He's doing a lot better than you are at this."

"Shut the hell up or yo ass can walk ta DC, nigga."

"Andddd moving on!" Caesar said brightly, getting away from Huey as quick as he could. The afro wearing teen hadn't been too happy ever since Jazmine's call had cut off on him and they hadn't been able to reach her in a good three hours, so he didn't dare push him. He stopped by the slurpee machine, where Riley was filling up a small cup with Chargin' Cherry!, downing the entire thing, and refilling it. After repeating the process a good three times he tossed the cup in the trash, wiping his mouth and burping.

"Well," he said in his proper voice. "That was quite refreshing."

"Riley, you do know you have to pay for that, right?" Caesar asked. Riley snorted.

"That is where you are wrong, my disillusioned Michael." He rested his hand on Caesar's shoulder, his face serious. "Because, you see, you are not one who goes around ratting people out."

"Hey you niggas!"

Caesar and Riley glanced towards the counter. Huey, who had been reading a newspaper, whipped his head up. His eyes narrowed towards the potbellied, bearded white man who sat in front of the register. His eyes narrowed.

"What was that, Santa?"

"Ya'll heard me!" The man, whose nametag read Dan, straightened. He glared at Huey as if he had just announced that he had a bomb. "I knows you Negroes stupid, but I ain't know ya couldn't hear none!"

"Excuse me, are we living in the nineteenth century all of a sudden?" Huey lifted an eyebrow, giving the guy a look of disdain. "You must have lost your goddamn-"

"Oh, naw." Riley cackled. "I definitely ain' paying dis nigga fo no slurpee now."

"I don't think we'll have to pay for anything." Caesar glanced towards his best friend. "Huey looks ready to kill him."

Before the eldest Freeman could open his mouth, however, the bell clanged as the door opened again. The man's eyes traveled to it, the blue irises widening significantly.

"Well, good afternoon there, ladies," he said, tipping his hat to three white girls who walked in. They nodded. Caesar's jaw dropped.

"Aye!" He threw up his hands. "That ain't fair!"

"It is too fair!" The man turned to him, his hands folded over his massive chest. "Ya see, unlike you Americoons, who prolly only came up in here ta rob the place, these women are of class. Respectful. They are true American patriots, true women of God."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised you feel that way." Huey shook his head. "Indiana's idea of the holy trinity is beer, football and NASCAR." He suddenly blinked. "Wait, did you just call us Americoons?"

"You know, I ain't heard dat one before!" Riley said, snapping his fingers. "Dat jank was kinda cleva, mah nigga!"

"Well, thank you." Dan held up a book. "Got it outta here; The Racial Slur Database: Impress Your Friends with your Vast Knowledge of Hate."

"Well, that was pretty witty," Caesar said, nodding and stroking his chin thoughtfully. Huey gaped at them.

"Are you guys kidding me?" He gestured to Dan, who had set the book away. "How can you sit there and praise such an ignorant example of the…what are you doing? Holy shit." He jumped back as Dan whipped out a shotgun, smirking.

"I see you got them traditional negro running techniques, don't cha? Been practicin' runnin from dem cops. Ain' so articulate an filled with dem pretty words now, is ya, Blackie Chan?"

"Yo ass really askin fo it!" Riley snapped, until the barrel was suddenly pointing his way.

"I'll silence you too, Mr. Bojangles-"

"FREEZE!" Three feminine voices yelled in unison. The men glanced to the back of the store to see every one of them pointing two handguns towards them. Their jaws dropped. Huey couldn't help but shoot Dan a look. "DIS A STICKUP!"

"Oh, but you were worried about the niggas." When he heard the click of a gun he ducked behind a shelf. "GET DOWN!"

Caesar and Riley dropped to the ground as the girls started spraying bullets. Dan let out a shriek and ducked before lifting his arms with his shotgun and shooting back blindly. The girls dodged out of the way and continued shooting while Huey crawled over to the other two, covering his head and neck with his arms.

"You two would want to stop at the seven eleven where they participate in the Redneck Olympics!" he shouted over the noise.

"Nigga, how da hell wuz we supposed ta know dey was gon shoot up da place?" Riley shot back, glaring. "We gon die!"

"The hell we are!" Huey yelled. Only before he could go on, the store got surprisingly quiet. Well, minus the sounds of Dan's crying. He let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that wasn't so-"

"Ahem."

The three boys looked up to see a gun being pointed at each one of their faces, the girl's hands on their hips and scowls on their faces. They blinked. Huey rolled his eyes.

"Bad."

"Excuse me there, fine mistas." The girl in the middle, a tall blond, shrugged. "But we're going to need yall's assistance."

"Us?" Caesar choked. "What the hell do you want from us?"

"We need a ride." Another girl, this one with spiky brown hair, glared. "And you're gonna give it to us."

Huey's eyes narrowed. "And what if we don't?"

They each cocked their guns. Caesar rolled his eyes.

"For a certified genius, you sure do ask some pretty stupid questions sometimes."

"Shut up! Fine." He stood up, dusting himself off and shooting them looks of disdain. "Whatever."

"Dis sum bullshit," Riley snapped as Caesar tugged him to his feet. The blond poked Huey in the side of the head with her gun as he walked past.

"After you, Muffinhead."

"You did not," Huey said, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth. "Just call me a muffinhead."

"I believe," she said softly, not fazed in the slightest. "That at this point, I can call you whatever I please."

"Don't be too hard on them," the third girl said, smirking. She had her gun to Caesar's back and long, long brown hair. "They're pretty cute, considerin' they racial standing."

"Hmm." The blond shrugged. "They ain' all that dark for blackies. They could be niggeroids. Halfies."

Caesar frowned at the way Huey's shoulders tensed. "Um, I wouldn't go there," he warned. The blond smirked.

"Aww. So ya'll really are Dominos?"

Huey glared at her.

"Cookies n' cream? Half baked? Halfros?"

"Um, I'm warning you, for real…you might not want to push it-"

"Casco?" she went on, not letting up and completely oblivious to the growing anger of the boy she was holding at gunpoint. "A swirlie?" She paused. "A mutt?"

Before anyone could react Huey had suddenly ducked from beneath the barrel of the gun, sliding behind her and grabbing her in a quick headlock, snatching her gun an pointing it at her as he released her. The other two girls raised their guns towards him. Seizing the moment, Caesar and Riley each grabbed the other two, wrestling their guns away and pointing them at their stunned faces as well. The blond glared towards Huey, who was smirking.

"So what?" she asked, sneering. "Gonna shoot me, half breed?"

"Okay, number one, I ain't the half breed," he snapped, rolling his eyes. "And two, call me one more goddamn name and see if I won't-" he stopped, glancing out the store windows along with the others as they heard a sound in the distance:

Sirens.

"Alright, we're getting out of here." Huey walked backwards towards the front doors, Caesar and Riley doing the same so that they could keep the guns pointed towards the girls. The one with the spiky hair put her hands on her hips.

"I wouldn't leave us here if I were you," she said in a casual voice. Riley made a face.

"Bitch, yo ass crazy fo sure if yo think we'd bring yo-"

"I remember your plates," she went on, making Huey's eyes narrow. "And telling the cops that three strange black men driving a black '89 Camaro with plates RKE-7229 tried to rob this place wouldn't look very good, would it?"

"Huey, we cannot take them with us!" Caesar hissed. Huey shook his head, rolling his eyes. The noise of the sirens grew closer.

"She's right." He lowered the gun. "With the way this town is? They could have surveillance cameras and still find a way to blame us." He sighed, spinning around and pushing the front door open. "Bring your asses. And don't try to pull anything, either."

The girls all smirked, rushing out the door along with Huey. Caesar and Riley exchanged looks, shaking their heads and following suit.

Huey unlocked the doors, diving behind the steering wheel while the blond hopped in the passenger seat before Caesar could get it. He gaped at her but was shoved into the backseat by the spiky haired girl before he could protest. "Ouch! What tha hell-"

"Scoot ova!" the brunette complained as she, the spiky haired woman, and Riley crammed into the back with Caesar. "I can't feel my butt!"

"Well you sittin' on mah damn-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Huey snapped, starting the engine and rolling his eyes. Caesar gulped as he stared out the back window to the three police cars that were getting closer…and closer…

"Huey, you'd better finally give that new engine you bought with yo graduation money a test run!" he yelled. Huey smirked, shifting gears.

"Just get your head out the damn back window."

And with that he threw the car in reverse, whipping back from the building before shooting for the main road, making such a sharp right that the other five riders flew into the side of the car.

"Ouch!"

"Damn it-"

Riley shoved the brunette's head out the way to stare out the back window. "Shit! They onto us!"

"Quit your damn yelling," Huey said, shifting gears. The blond hurriedly rolled down her window, sticking her head out, her hair whipping around her face. "What the hell are you doing?!"

She flopped back into the car, giving him a look. "Give me my gun."

Huey shook his head, shifting gears again, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "Hell no."

"Do it!" She glared at him. "If you do I can shoot out their tires!"

"Then you'll shoot us and take my car! To hell with that!" he shot back, glancing down at the speedometer as it hit one hundred. "Riley, GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD OUT THE WINDOW SO I CAN SEE!"

The sounds of the sirens grew louder, the police cars gaining. Huey shook his head, gripping the gear shift.

"Hold on," he warned before shifting gears again, the car shooting forward and everyone letting out screams. The plain, wide fields ran into a big blur on either side of them, the momentum forcing them back into the seats. The blond gave him a dirty look.

"Give me my gun!"

"No!"

"Give it to me!"

"I'm not repeating myself!"

"She a spot on shooter!" the spiky haired girl insisted, managing to push herself up from where she was crushing Caesar. She hung on to the back of Huey's seat. "She ain' exaggeratin'!"

"She'll take out those cars in seconds," the brunette added. Huey shot them reluctant looks in the rearview mirror before sighing.

"Glove compartment."

She quickly reached in, her eyes widening as she pulled out the shiny weapon.

"G 23? Robar customed?" She let out a low whistle. "I might like ya after all, darkie." When he glared at her in response she rolled her eyes, examining the gear shift. "You gotta manual. That's good, cause you gon have ta drift so I can get a good angle. Ya know anything bout drifting?"

Huey snorted. "Just tell me when."

"Oh, my god." Caesar covered his face with his hands. "We're gonna die!"

"Get the hell offa me!" The brunette shoved him against the door. "Shoot! Got us like sum sardines back here-"

"Shut the fuck up, Cherry Anne!"

Riley burst out laughing. "Nigga, yo name Cherry Anne? Is you forreal?"

"Whateva, Arizona!" Cherry Anne shot back, rolling her eyes. The blond, or, Arizona, glanced towards the driver as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Got this, Cocoa Puff?"

He scowled. "Worry about yourself, triscuit."

Arizona smirked, taking the gun in her hand and pushing herself out the window, keeping one leg inside and resting the other on the outside of the car. She grabbed the ceiling handle with her free hand, examining the tailing police cars.

"Okay!" she yelled over the roaring wind, closing an eye. "When I get to three, oversteer to your-"

"I know what direction to go in, I'm not an idiot!" Huey shot back, glaring. "Count of three! Got you!" He groaned. "Riley, MOVE YOUR HEAD!"

"Alright, one!" Arizona yelled. Caesar gripped the back of Huey's seat, closing his eyes.

"We're gonna die!"

"Two!"

"Oh, my god, we gon die! We goin downnnn!"

"Anddd…three!"

Caesar, Riley, Cherry Ann, and the girl with the spiky hair suddenly screamed as the car flew around so that the passenger side was facing the approaching police cars. Arizona griped the ceiling handle with her free hand, taking aim.

Bang Bang Bang.

The first police car began skidding on the road as its front tires lost air. Huey straightened the car again, their speed never changing.

"How many now?" He asked, checking the road for oncoming cars. Arizona's eyes narrowed as she still balanced on the open window.

"The second car crashed into the first one so we got one more!" she replied. "Do it one more time!"

"NO!" The backseat passengers shrieked. The two up front ignored them.

"Ready?" When Huey nodded she glanced down the road. "Go!"

"HOLY SHIT!" Cherry Anne screeched as once again the car spun around in a cloud of smoke. Arizona lifted the gun again.

Bang Bang Bang.

This time, the last remaining police car automatically went trailing into the bordering ditch. Everyone began cheering as Huey straightened the car again, continuing down the road. The two girls in the back high fived. Arizona slid back in the car and smirked at him.

"Good drivin', Banjo lips."

He exhaled heavily through his nose. "Decent shooting, Casper."

She frowned, sighing. "Too bad I gotta kill ya'll now." She suddenly whipped the gun around so that it was pointing right as Huey. He didn't even react. Instead he simply reached under his seat with his right hand, bringing up a gun of his own and pointing it at her, his eyes still on the road.

"I'd recommend putting my gun back where you got it from," he said calmly. "sitting back in that damn seat, and shutting the hell up."

Arizona blinked, surprised. She sucked her teeth, slowly putting the gun back in the glove compartment and closing it before flopping back in her seat. She folded her arms over her chest. He lowered his own gun, placing it in the seat beside himself.

"Thank you."

"Where ya'll niggas want us ta let you out at?" Riley snapped. "Shit, ya'll bouts ta crush a nigga-"

"Here's the deal." Arizona sat up, regarding Huey with a look. She was obviously the "leader" of the trio. "You're gonna drive us down to Georgia."

Huey snorted. "Georgia? Excuse me?"

"You heard me!"

"Alright, you have no validation to be yelling in my car right now, so calm that shit," he shot back. "And you better catch a bus or steal someone else's car! We're going in the opposite direction."

"And where would that be?"

"Don't worry about it, white girl."

Arizona glared. "Where's the closest city to Atlanta you're gonna be headin' ta?"

He looked away from the road long enough to give her a blank stare.

"DC."

She paused, nodding. After a few moments of silence she nodded again.

"Alright. Well, take us with you."

"What?" Caesar choked.

"Hell naw!" Riley snapped.

"Let me get this straight." Huey gave her a look of disbelief. "You three robbed the store we were in, tried to carjack us, tried to kill us…and you want a ride?"

Arizona blinked before nodding. "Basically."

"You're crazy as hell." He snorted. "How about I let you out at the closest bus station and call it even."

"No." She glared at him. "We need to get to Georgia. If DC's the closest you can get us, then fine."

"Why the hell are we of all people supposed to get you three there?!" Caesar asked. Cherry Anne rolled her eyes.

"You just are, alright?"

"If ya'll broads don't get out da car-"

"Riley." Huey shook his head, glancing at Arizona. "You heard him. Why us?"

The blond sighed, rolling her eyes.

"If you must know," she stated plainly. "I need ta move back in with my mother and she lives there. I didn't have any money to do it on my own."

"So you rob a convenience store?" Huey snorted. "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Look," Arizona snapped back, holding up her left hand; a wedding ring flashed on her finger. "I'm moving back ta Georgia ta get away from my soon-to-be ex husband." She glared at him, leaning back in the seat. "He's a controlling, abusive sonofabitch and I ain't got no other way to make it down there!" She smacked her lips. "He got all tha money. I ain' got a cent ta my name so I ain' have no choice. I know you probably don't know shit about abusive relationships, but-"

"I do." Huey sighed, his features softening. He glanced towards her.

"Fine. I'll drive you three to DC. But no further."

Cherry Anne and the spiky haired girl sat up, their jaws dropping. Arizona's own green eyes widened. She finally nodded as well, taking a deep breath.

"Thank you."

"Whatever." He ignored the horrified looks Caesar and Riley were shooting him through the rearview mirror. "You're not getting your guns back until we get there."

"Alright."

"You are not to try and kill us at any point during or after this trip."

"Okay."

"And no more racial slurs."

Arizona sucked her teeth, giving him a glance over. Finally she smirked.

"That won't be too hard." She shrugged. "You're pretty cute for a black guy."

Caesar and Riley snorted. Huey sighed again, rolling his eyes. The spiky haired girl sat up, resting her elbows on the back of Arizona's seat.

"I say we stop at a hotel in Ohio," she suggested, holding up a stack of bills. "Get some recovery time in. We'll pay."

"With robbery money?" Huey rolled his eyes. She glared.

"Yes, with robbery money." She smacked her lips. "The federal government steals from tha common citizens everyday. Think of this as restitution."

Caesar snorted. "Well…"

"I am not staying in a hotel room paid for by stolen money!" Huey snapped.

"Pssh. Guess you gon be sleepin in tha car by yoself den, nigga!" Riley cackled. "I'm tired."

Caesar made a face. "It could be worse, man."

"You know, every time I begin to say that, it indeed gets worse," Huey replied. "So if we could just stop mentioning that altogether? Thanks." He frowned. "I wonder if I need to get fake plates…"

"Well, do you know anyone around here who's got some?" Arizona asked. He snorted.

"I don't need to. I've got my own."

She gaped at him. "Um, I'm sorry…are you a criminal?"

Caesar shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder…"

"Shut up. I'm resourceful." He pulled over to the side of the road and popped his trunk. "Riley, go get them out."

"Which ones, son?"

"Which ones?" Cherry Anne let out a low whistle. "Where tha hell was you raised, New York?"

"Chicago."

"Ah." She nodded. "That explains a lot."

"By tha way, nigga, you lost the bet!" Riley pointed out, shouting from outside. Huey rolled his eyes.

"Then you did, too!"

"Well, you stopped first!"

"Well…" Huey racked his brain for comebacks, but unfortunately his younger brother was right. "Goddammit!"

"Told you not to do it," Caesar shrugged.

"Betta get ova dat needle phobia real quick, son!"

"I ain't scared of no-"

"Whateva!"

"So, what exactly is in DC?" Arizona asked. Caesar sat up, sighing.

"It's…a long story."

She nodded, staring back out the window. For a moment the car was silent. Then Riley was hopping back in, slamming the door shut and ignoring the groaning that came from Cherry Anne as he sat on her.

"Weez good!"

"Good." He started the car again pulling off the shoulder and continuing along. "That should hold us until we get out of Indiana."

Riley grinned. "Hope you don' mind yo back readin Riley Escobar-"

"Shut up!"

"Well." Ray stuffed the last suitcase in the trunk and slammed it down, dusting his hands off and stepping back. "That's the last of 'em."

Jazmine nodded, offering him a smile. "Thank you."

He nodded as well. Cindy, who was beside Jazmine, sighed.

"Well, it's been fun," she said, glancing mainly at Brandon, whose guitar was strapped to his back. He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Yup."

Truthfully, it had been fun. Sleep must have done them all some good since when they'd went to eat breakfast, it had wound up not being so bad. And by not-so-bad it hadn't been bad at all. Even Jazmine had been perfectly friendly, probably due to Ray admitting his love for dancing and the fact that they'd been nothing but polite the entire time. True to their word they'd even paid for the hotel room, along with breakfast. Now they were at the gas station where Jazmine had finished filling up the car, Ray taking the opportunity to rearrange the luggage in her trunk so that she wouldn't nearly die every time she attempted to go in it.

"Well, are you sure you don't need a ride to the bus stop?" Jazmine asked, tugging something out of one of her braided pigtails before glancing back up at them, frowning slightly. Cindy shifted from side to side, jamming her hands in her shorts.

"Yeah."

Brandon shook his head. "Nah." He jabbed his thumb towards the main road. "There's a bus station not too far down the way. We can walk from here."

"Wait, how do you know that?" Cindy scratched her head. "I thought you were from Tennessee?"

"No, he's from Tennessee," Brandon clarified, pointing to Ray, who was wearing his seemingly traditional bright orange hat. "I'm from Missouri."

"So how do you know your way around here?" Cindy asked curiously. He shrugged.

"Just do. Come on, Ray." He turned on his heel, starting for the street. "You know you're the slowest walker since-"

"I'm comin, I'm comin." Ray started after his friend, giving them a wave. "Thanks fo' everything, ya'll."

Cindy waved slowly. Jazmine swallowed, her frown deepening.

"Wait."

Brandon and Ray turned around. Cindy gave her a confused look. Jazmine sighed.

"I mean, we are going in the same direction," she said, shrugging. "And…it would be unfair of me to make you guys ride a bus." Their eyebrows lifted. "So, I mean…if you still want a ride…"

Brandon and Ray exchanged glances before staring back to her. They nodded. Cindy grinned, resting an elbow on Jazmine's shoulder.

"Aww" She pinched Jazmine's cheeks mockingly. "You so sweet-"

"Shut up." Jazmine rolled her eyes, strolling around to the driver's side and opening the door. "Just come one before I change my mind."

"Don't gotta tell us twice," Ray mumbled before hopping into the back seat, Brandon doing the same. Cindy jumped into the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt. "So, does this mean we're friends?"

Jazmine smirked, checking her mirrors before putting the car in reverse.

"Maybe."

...I don't even know what to say for this one. LOL.

Thanks for reading! And, as usual, review pleaseeeeee!!! :D

-Kelsey