Author's Note- First and foremost, thank you for all of the reviews and alerts and favorites. I was not expecting the response that I got for this. I had planned for this to be a oneshot, because I'm one of those annoying people who tend to not finish the things that they start and I really hate doing that. I guess it's an Aries thing? Anyway, ya'll encouraged me to continue and I decided that I would. This story might move at a slow pace, I don't want to rush anything. This chapter is of the night after Huey and Jazmine's phone convo.

Disclaimer- I do not own "The Boondocks"

Riley Freeman banged loudly on the door to apartment 4E. He banged as though he were one of Chicago's finest and he did so without any regard for the three other tenants on the floor. The rowdy young man could give a fuck less.

"Ay, nigga! Open up! I know you in there!", Riley shouted when he heard the crash of an object against the floor. The twenty-two year old shifted his weight from one foot to the other, growing increasingly impatient. As he looked around the tight, narrow hallway with its gray walls and musty carpeting, Riley caught sight of the white silver haired septuagenarian across the hall two doors down. His head was stuck outside of the door as he stared at Riley with wide eyes. Riley stared back into the old man's watery green eyes. "Duh, mothafucka! Fuck is you lookin' at?"

At Riley's loud voice and brash language, the man gasped, both scandalized and terrified. He quickly shut his door making sure to deadbolt it and secure the chain. He didn't want that crazed hooligan coming after him.

Riley rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth. "These white mothafuckas kill me", he muttered raising his hand, meaning to knock once more. The door opened before his fist hit the door as his older brother angrily yanked it open.

"Riley, what the fuck do you want?" Huey was in no mood to deal with his retarded little brother and his antics at 9:00 in the morning on a Sunday. Hell, after everything that had happened, or been said, the night before, he just didn't have the patience.

"Well, hello to you too, nigga. I guess somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed", Riley said, sneering at the less than hospitable welcome he received. "But that's nothing new. Plus, I came to find out what happened to you last night. Me and Hiro was lookin' for yo' ass." Riley pushed past Huey completely disregarding the fact that he hadn't been invited in.

Huey shut the door with his sock covered foot, grabbed a pullover he knew was clean from the floor to cover his bare chest and followed Riley into the kitchen with its ugly Pepto-Bismol pink walls that Huey hadn't quite gotten around to painting despite the fact that he had lived in the small apartment for a year. "I find it very hard to believe that you and Hiro stopped your drinking and chasing after half naked so-called models to look for me."

Riley snatched open Huey's old refrigerator, looking for something to either eat or drink. He skipped breakfast. "Okay, okay, we spent like, ten minutes lookin' for yo' ass, but then said 'fuck it'. Shit, I figure if you ever get into trouble, you better put that black belt to use, Blackie Chan."

Huey rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Riley. And try not to drink up all of my orange juice like you did the other day. That's my good shit," Huey said as Riley brought the carton of orange juice to his lips and guzzled it's contents. After drinking what Huey was sure was the whole damn thing, Riley set the carton down on the tiled counter and let out a loud, unbecoming burp.

Huey raised his right eyebrow. "You're disgusting."

Riley raised himself onto the counter, kicking against the cabinets knowing it would bother Huey because he was "fucking his shit up", and shrugged. "Fuck you and yo' opinions, nigga."

Huey shook his head, but bit his tongue. He wasn't about to waste his breath on Riley's simple ass.

"But for real, though. Where'd yo' gay ass run off to last night? Did you find some ho willing to put up with yo' bitch ass and give you some booty?"

Huey shook his head. ''No, dumbass. I went for a walk. That place was too crowded and too hot and I needed to get some air."

Riley gave Huey the side eye, doubt written all over his handsome features. "Ay, nigga, yo' ass left and didn't come back. You tellin' me all you did was take a walk?"

Yeah, that's what Huey was saying, but it wasn't necessarily true. He had conveniently left out the part where he'd called his ex girlfriend, Jazmine DuBois, while he was more than a little tipsy walking around downtown Chicago at three in the morning. It had been the first time Huey had spoken to Jazmine in about two years and he spent half of it bitching about the fact that she was due to get married to…that one guy in four weeks. Huey then spent the other half of the time talking to Jazmine telling her that she could do better, reminiscing, and admitting that he was still in love with her. He still couldn't believe that he'd said that. Huey had spent ten minutes after hanging up with Jazmine debating whether or not he should give himself a swift kick up the ass. Huey was still having trouble figuring out why he'd decided to use the number Cindy had given him; it had been burning a hole in his pocket since the day he got it. Huey hadn't decided if it was the alcohol he had consumed or the fact that he kept wondering how and what Jazmine was doing that prompted him to call. If anyone ever asked, he'd blame it on the booze.

"Yeah, pretty much. I came home after a while."

Riley seemed to accept the lie and launched into a story about the pair of best friends he and Hiro had ran into the night before. One a "fly ass redbone with a fat ass" and the other an Amber Rose look-alike, bald head and all, that Riley kept calling Cailou. Huey thought that it was rude to nickname the girl after a bald headed four year old from a children's show, but he didn't comment.

"I mean, Cailou was sexy and all, but I couldn't fuck her." Riley shook his head as he shoveled a handful of trail mix into his mouth. "Shit, a nigga need some hair to grab onto, ya dig?" Riley laughed, pausing when he saw Huey's bored and unenthusiastic face. Sucking, his teeth, Riley jumped down from the counter, his shoulder length braids shaking with the movement. "You's a borin' ass nigga, you know that? Damn! Talkin' to you is like holding convo with a fuckin' brick wall. Fuckin' impossible!"

Huey merely blinked. "Well, if I'm so damn boring, you can leave Riley. Go find a job or something."

Riley took a step back, an affronted look painting his face. "Nigga, say what? Bitch, please! I got a job. Reezy gots a job!"

Huey smirked. Riley was getting worked up and defensive. It was always a funny sight. "That's nice. Now you've got a reason to get the fuck up out of my apartment."

Riley stared at his older brother for a long, silent moment before rolling his brown eyes. "You wanna know somethin', nigga? Yo' mean ass is probably gonna stay alone and lonely for the rest of yo' sorry ass days. I suggest you find somebody to fix that, with yo' gay ass." Riley picked up the half finished bag of trail mix as he left, eying Huey as if daring him to say something about it. "And I'm takin' these with me!"

Cindy McPhearson jogged down the wide charcoal carpeted staircase of her family's house. She'd inherited it a couple of years ago, along with more money than she would ever need, when her parents died in a car crash. Though it was way too big for herself, she couldn't find it in her to part with it. At least not yet.

Cindy pushed back a blond strand of hair that kept falling into her eyes and opened the door. "Jazzy!" Cindy didn't notice Jazmine wince at the loud screech. She was too busy hugging Jazmine like she hadn't seen her the day before.

Cindy let go of Jazmine a few moments later and invited her in. "Ooh, girl, I like them shades. Where you get them from?"

Jazmine followed Cindy into the sunlit, expansive, barely used kitchen and sat at one of the stools at the island. Jazmine pushed the aviators up to her head, conscious of the Bobbi Brown concealer and foundation covered bruise surrounding her left eye. Four days later and the damn thing still hurt like a bitch. "Oh, these are pretty old."

Cindy reached into the stainless steel refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water, tossing one to Jazmine. "They mad cute. So, what's been goin' on?"

Jazmine opened her bottle of water and took a long sip. She wasn't thirsty. She was stalling. Trying to find a way to tell Cindy in the most nonchalant, unaffected way possible about her and Huey's conversation the night before. Jazmine came up short. "Uh, I wanted to talk to you."

Cindy straightened, studying Jazmine suspiciously. Something was wrong. It didn't seem like anything too bad, something bad enough for her to cry about or whatever. Cindy glanced down at Jazmine's left hand. Oh. That big ass ring was still there. So, Caesar was still in the picture. Cindy fought to keep from rolling her eyes. She didn't really like Caesar. Cindy couldn't really explain why. Something about him just...rubbed her the wrong way. She only tolerated his mop headed ass because he made her homegirl happy. "What's up, girl?"

Jazmine sighed heavily through her nose. She wasn't looking at Cindy; Cindy noticed. "Last night, uh, I got a phone call."

Cindy's brow furrowed in confusion. 'That's it?' "Okay...", Cindy said encouraging Jazmine to continue.

Jazmine looked up at Cindy, ripping the paper off of her water bottle. "From Huey."

The sight of Cindy's crystal blue eyes growing wide might have been funny to Jazmine had it happened under different circumstances. "Stop lyin'." Cindy's voice was laced with incredulity. "Nuh-unh. No, he did not."

But Jazmine nodded sagely, confirming that no, she wasn't lying and yes, he really did call her.

"Damn, girl, that's tough. Did ya'll, you know, talk?"

Jazmine moved her lips to the left as she ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, we did. Oh yeah, he told me about you giving him my number a few weeks ago." Jazmine gave Cindy a glare.

Cindy responded with stink face of her own. "Ugh, why you lookin' at me like that? Like I killed yo' dog and put ya moms in the hospital."

"Cin," Jazmine said the nickname through gritted teeth," why would you give him my number? He didn't have it for a reason."

Cindy threw her hands up, exasperated. "Damn, I ain't think he was gonna use it. Besides, Jaz, you should've seen Afro Samurai's face when I told him you were getting married. He looked...", Cindy trailed off, trying to find the right word. "I don't know, like, disappointed. I told him that he should call you. 'Hear it straight from the horse's mouth' kind of thing." Cindy wasn't about to tell Jasmine the other reason why she had given Huey her number. Cindy was Team Huey. She'd secretly been hoping since those two broke up about two and a half years ago, that something like fate and destiny would somehow bring them back together. They had been good together before all of the foolishness. Not that Cindy and Huey still didn't have that love-hate thing going between them, because it had been strong when they ran into each other at an art gallery in the city, but even Cindy could admit that she loved the thought of Huey and Jazmine being together. Cindy started to get a little excited. Maybe this was the work of fate and destiny.

"So, what he say?"

Jazmine shrugged her slim shoulders. "Not much. We didn't talk for long, but...", Jazmine smiled softly as she trailed off. Jazmine didn't know how much she had missed Huey until she heard that voice of his. Talking to Huey had been uncomfortable at first, strange even, but then they'd fallen back into an old, familiar routine. It was like hearing an old beautiful, melodious song for the first time in years and still being able to remember all of the words. "It was nice."

Cindy nodded, but still eyed her best friend suspiciously. Jazmine wasn't giving her all of the details, but that was okay. Cindy wasn't going to press. She'd be around when Jazmine really wanted to talk. "Well, that's good."

"Yeah. Hey, I have an appointment with the caterer at around 12. Do you want to come?" Jazmine asked, effectively changing the course of the conversation without Cindy really noticing. "I could really use you there. I think last time the guy was trying to hit on me."

Cindy smirked a bit and tossed her long, blond hair over her left shoulder. In the prim and proper, bougie accent that she used to hear from the bored and boring socialites at the fundraisers her parents would drag her to kicking and screaming once a year, Cindy said, "Well, I am the maid of honor. I guess I'm sort of obligated to do these sort of things."

Jazmine gave a smirk of her own as she lightly bumped her shoulder against Cindy's. "Oh, please. You know as well as I do that this isn't about your maid of honor duties. You know you're going for the free food."

"Well, a sistah's got to eat, right?" She and Jazmine collapsed into a fit of giggles. They looked like little school girls. After a moment, Cindy took a deep breath, quickly sobering. "Okay, okay, but what about the groom? Shouldn't Caesar have some sort of say?"

Jazmine's smiled dropped off of her face at the mention of her fiancé who, by the way, hadn't come home the night before. Normally, Jazmine would have dialed Caesar's cell first thing in the morning when he pulled this kind of thing. But Jazmine found herself unwilling to do so this morning. She had wondered if it had anything to do with Huey. Jazmine ran a hand over her brow. "Right. Um, you know guys. Caesar isn't really into all of this stuff, so he's letting me take care of it."

Cindy screwed up her pretty face as she bent down to pull on her Jordans. She tugged at her old Wuncler High School hoodie. Hell, it was a Sunday and she wasn't trying to impress anybody. "All by yo'self, though? Hell no. Girl you had better talk to his ass. He needs to help you seeing as this is his wedding too. Shit, it ain't like you marrying yo'self or something."

Jazmine smiled weakly, too tired to even think up another excuse for Caesar. It seemed like that was all she was doing lately, offering excuses for Caesar's actions. It was getting old. "Yeah, I know. You have a point. I'll talk to him about it later tonight."

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