Here's another chapter! Enjoy!

Author's Note- I do not own The Boondocks.

Riley slipped his hand into the pocket of his tan cargo pants and discreetly pulled out his phone to glance at the time. An hour until he could leave this damn laundromat, with it's loud machines and annoying college kids that have never had the displeasure of washing their own clothes because their mothers did it for them, and go home and have some fucking chill time. No stressing about stupid shit, and by that, Riley really meant no stressing about Cindy and her wack ass boyfriend. No, not boyfriend, but Jamal was getting there. Riley huffed as he folded someone's ugly green t-shirt. As much as he didn't want to, he could clearly see Cindy and Jamal as a couple in his mind's eye, doing couple-y shit like holding hands and, Riley took a deep breath to ward off what felt like slight nausea, kissing. He shook his head, the ends of his braids also shaking, to erase the image from the forefront of his brain. His efforts failed epically.

"Uh, excuse me? Dude, I need help." Riley glanced up from the shirt he'd been unconsciously folding over and over for the last couple of minutes towards the white boy behind the counter. He looked like a hobo with his holey too-tight skinny jeans, bleach spotted Nike hoody and run down vans. Riley wasn't sure if this was all by mistake or if homeboy thought he was making a fashion statement, not that it really mattered; he looked stupid as hell either way.

Sucking his teeth and rolling his eyes, Riley asked, "Wassup?"

The guy reached a hand up to scratch his head, looking around at the floor, the ceiling, the left and the right. Riley would have laughed in dude's face if he wasn't so annoyed; he looked so fucking lost and pitiful, like he lost his weed and couldn't find it. "Uh, ya know that machine over there?" He pointed to one of the washers, Riley leaning his torso over the counter to see, "Yeah, it's, like, not working. At all."

Riley rolled his eyes, and moved back behind the counter, a scowl much like his older brother's covering his facade tiredly said, "It ain't workin' 'cause it's broke. Which you woulda known had you used yo' readin' skills. It's a sign right on da door, son."

"Ohhh." The guy, his eyes alight with realization as if he had never thought to read the sign that was written in bold and underlined with capital letters. He smiled happily, glad to know that it wasn't his fault the washing machine wasn't in order. "Thanks, man."

Riley merely stared back, unfriendly scowl still in place. He went back to his work when the guy walked away. Some people were just too dumb for their own good.

It wasn't until Riley had moved on to wiping down the detergent splattered washing machines about fifteen minutes later that he was bothered again. The disturbance came in the form of a soft tapping on his shoulder. Riley turned quickly; his first instinct to snap on whoever was bothering him was instantly shut down once realized exactly who it was. "Sherise?"

She smiled a pretty Colgate smile that lit up her smooth, butterscotch toned face. They'd talked a few times on the phone, but the last time Riley saw her she was walking out of his door with her heels in hand, long dark hair pulled into a messy bun, adjusting her formfitting strapless dress. Riley set aside the rag and turned to Sherise. His eyes roamed over her body appreciatively. Even with her sweatpants, hair in a loose ponytail and make-up free face, she looked good. As Riley's eyes lingered on her ample bottom, then dragged past her small waist and up to her equally ample chest, he wondered how in the world she was still single. Sherise was just too damn fine to be walking around unattached. The thought of getting with Sherise was quickly erased when he thought of long blond hair, icy blue eyes, and legs that went on for miles. Right, Cindy. No matter how much he wanted to sometimes, Riley couldn't go forgetting about his girl. Even though she wasn't technically his. And she went out with dumb niggas like Jamal. Riley stopped himself. He was getting tight just thinking about it. "Hey! I didn't know you worked here."

Riley shrugged, a little embarrassed about Sherise catching him at his wack ass job for some strange reason, grabbing the rag and stuffing it halfway into his back pocket. "Yeah, you know. So...wassup?", Riley asked, eager to change the subject.

"Nothing really. I'm doing laundry." Sherise glanced down at the two pink bags at her feet and then back up at Riley, a sheepish grin on her face. "Which I'm sure you already knew."

Riley chuckled as the two lapsed into a slightly awkward silence. With the pleasantries out of the way, they didn't really know what to say to one another. Riley noted that it hadn't been this awkward when they first met. With music loud in their ears, hands holding liquor filled cups, and dressed to impress, the conversation had been flowing well, non existent of the heavy, I-don't-know-what-to-say pauses that usually happened when first meeting a person. They talked and laughed about any and everything. It was the good chemistry they had that led to Riley quietly leading Sherise as she giggled into his room as Hiro stood at the end of the hallway near his own room making inappropriate hand gestures that Riley answered with the lifting of his middle finger. Riley ran his left hand lightly over his braids and gestured down towards Sherise's bags, eager to fill the silence. "Uh, you need some help wit' dat?"

Sherise shook her head. Her big earrings clanked against the side of her cheeks lightly as she did so. "I think I can handle it."

"Aight. Holla if you need something."

Sherise picked up her bags and went to find a washing machine that wasn't being used when she suddenly stopped. "Hey, Riley?"

"Yeah?"

Sherise smiled again, with a tinge of mischievety that made Riley question whatever she was thinking. He briefly wondered if she was anything like that Luna killer kung fu bitch Grandad brought around that one time. Sherise did kind of resembled her if he squinted. "What time do you get out of here?"

A smirk spread across Riley's handsome face. Oh, yes. Sherise did wanted- no, needed sounded better- the dick. Riley gave it to her so good, she was in love with the dick. Riley bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from bursting into laughter. "In a minute. Why?"

"Well," Sherise began, looking down as though she were embarrassed, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. She was a little shy; Riley thought that it was kind of cute. "Maybe we can...you know, hang out for a little bit."

Riley quickly weighed the pros and cons in his head. Con: his go home and be the lazy nigga he naturally was plan would have to be put off. Pro: his go home and be the lazy nigga he naturally was plan would have to be put off. And there would be no thoughts of Cindy crossing his mind- a plus. "Yeah. Dat sounds good."

Sherise smiled brightly. Damn, she was fine as hell. "Great."

"Boom! What now?"

"No, no, no! You can't do that!"

Cindy grinned while Jamal emphatically disagreed with her throwing down three draw four UNO cards onto the gray carpet where they sat cross-legged and shoeless with open half empty cartons of Chinese takeout situated on the coffee table next to them. They had been sitting there playing UNO for at least an hour with Cindy winning three games and Jamal winning only one. There had been numerous debates on the rules, what was allowed and what wasn't, and an air of competitiveness. Cindy wanted to win because losing wasn't an option, never mind the fact that it was just an UNO game, and she was pretty sure Jamal wanted to win so that he wouldn't have to say that he'd been beaten by a girl. "Whatchu mean? Yes, I can!"

Jamal shook his head vehemently, but was smiling, lighting up his dark chocolate hued skin. Cindy had never seen anything sexier. "No, you can't. You can't be breakin' the rules, Cindy."

"Please, haven't you heard that rules were made to be broken?" Jamal went to open his mouth, to refute what she just said, but Cindy quickly cut him off. "Ah, ah, ah. Say nothing. Just pick up yo' twelve cards, boo."

Jamal laughed loudly. "Nah, I can't be playin' UNO wit' you. You's a cheater." Jamal set down his hand and moved next to Cindy, just close enough so that her shoulder touch his. Cindy dismissed the way her shoulder tingled at his touch as nothing. She was too cool to get excited over touching shoulders like she was a thirteen year old on her first date.

Cindy gathered the cards and shuffled them to give her hands something to do. She was sure that she'd grab Jamal and kiss him, which wasn't like her. She liked for the guy to make the first move. Cindy was the chasee, not the chaser. Things were just easier that way. "Fine. Be that way." Cindy reached for the UNO card box, her long blond hair falling forward. It wasn't until she felt Jamal touch the end of a lock of hair that she froze. Cindy glanced at him and he smiled sheepishly, pulling back his hand. Looking down between them, Cindy could see how close they had gotten. She wondered how that had happened without her noticing.

"I like you," Jamal said softly. Cindy smiled a little. She was feeling Jamal, too. A lot. Which was a strange feeling for her- Cindy didn't fall too easily for guys; she didn't need a man. They just weren't on her radar. That and the fact that most of them couldn't handle her 'hard' attitude. Everybody but Riley, of course.

"Yeah, I like you, too." Cindy noticed Jamal glance down at her lips and back up to her eyes. He was asking for permission, she knew, which she granted by leaning forward just the smallest bit. Reaching a hand up to her cheek, Jamal leaned down and placed a kiss on Cindy's lips. As far as first kisses went, it was a good one- nice, soft, and slow, but Cindy couldn't help but feel a little disheartened at the lack of fireworks. She remembered her first kiss with Riley. They were freshman at some party they shouldn't have even been at considering the sheer amount of drug and alcohol present when Riley suddenly, and jealously thanks to the senior that Cindy had been dancing with who didn't seem to think that the general 'hands off' rule applied to him, grabbed her and kissed her. Now, Cindy had never been one for fairy tales, romance, and the whole 'fireworks when you kiss' thing, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel them in that first kiss with Riley and every kiss after that. And since she and Riley broke up, she'd been trying to find those sparks again. And it was disappointing when it didn't happen, and the disappointment she felt made her question why she was even looking for the fireworks when she knew only one person could make her feel them.

Huey leaned back on the lawn chair he had sitting on the small terrace of his apartment as he stared up at the barely visible stars due to the bright lights of the city. He pulled up the hood of his hoodie. It was April, so it still got cold at night, but he didn't go back in. He welcomed the slight bitterness of the air. It made him feel a little more clearheaded and alert. He had his phone resting on his right thigh, it's screen black. Huey had been thinking about the talk he had with Aunt Cookie all day. She was right, of course, about everything she said, that much Huey was sure of, but turning her words into a plan and turning that plan into action was easier said than done.

Huey sighed. He didn't appreciate how this whole unrequited love thing had him so out of sorts.

Picking up his phone, he glanced at the time. It was a little past midnight. Huey wondered if he should do what he was thinking of and after a moment decided to before he talked himself out of it. He quickly typed out the short text message and pressed send. Huey placed the phone face down on his thigh, and leaned back in his chair, eyes still glued to the dark, star spotted sky and waited for it to buzz with a reponse.

Jazmine stared up at the still ceiling fan, wishing that it was moving since she was so hot. Jazmine stuck a bare foot out from under the covers over her and breathed a small sigh of relief. The cool air in the bedroom hitting her leg, made her feel a bit more comfortable. She glanced at the heavy arm wrapped around her waist. If she could get Caesar's arm off of her, she might've been able to get some sleep. It weighed her down, making her feel stifled and uncomfortable. Jazmine shifted a bit, trying to get Caesar's arm off of her, but he only held on tighter. It was as if Caesar was afraid she'd try and make a run for it while he was asleep, something that Jazmine knew she should have done ages ago, but never got the courage to do. She briefly wondered if she would ever find the courage to do so.

Jazmine suddenly glanced at her phone as it buzzed wildly on the bedside table. After quickly tossing a glance at Ceasar, she snatched it off of the charger. She didn't need the noise waking up Caear; he was a light sleeper.

Upon seeing the sender, Jazmine's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. What did Huey want at twelve o' clock at night? Jazmine sighed. She hoped he wasn't drunk texting her or something. She didn't need Huey saying something that would confuse her more than she already was.

With another glance towards Caesar, Jazmine lifted the covers off of her body slowly. It wasn't until she got a foot on the cold wooden floor that Ceasar stirred.

"Jaz?"

Jazmine winced. Damn, she was close. She inwardly cursed Caesar for being such a light sleeper. Jazmine turned to face Caesar, "Yeah?"

Caesar sat up, squinting tiredly, his hand rubbing his bare chest to ward off the cold he felt. "Where you goin'?"

Jazmine tried hard not to stutter or stumble or pause. She really did. "I have to pee."

But Ceasar didn't say anything. He just fell back onto the bed, with a faint 'come back' that Jazmine wasn't even sure she really heard and in moments was back to emitting a light snore.

Jazmine quietly made her way to the bathroom just off of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the toilet and closed the lid, taking seat. Before opening the text message, Jazmine took a breath to brace herself. She knew that he would need to.

" 'I need to see you' '', Jazmine whispered, reading the message out loud to herself. What? Since when did Huey need to see her? And why? Jazmine brought a pale pink painted fingernail to her mouth and proceeded to ruin her manicure while staring at herself in the bathroom mirror across from her as if it would give her all of the answers she needed to all of the questions she had. Talking on the phone was one thing, but Jazmine already knew that seeing Huey, in the flesh, would open a can of worms she'd rather not even deal with. It would make handling her feelings that much harder. Around Huey, Jazmine would have to act like he didn't affect her, that she didn't miss him, that she just wanted to be his friend, that she was completely in love with someone that wasn't him. Jazmine was so tired of acting. Hell, if she wanted to act, she'd have been half way to Hollywood by now. But, then again...Jazmine did want to see Huey. She'd missed him being around. He had been her best friend. Granted, it was her fault that they didn't talk, Jazmine had completely cut Huey off after their disastrous break-up, but she had always kept him in the back of her mind. He was still there.

Jazmine pulled her nibbled to the quick thumb out of her mouth. With a sigh, she picked up her cell phone and, without a moments hesitation, typed out a response. She pressed send and turned it off. She knew that he wouldn't reply. Huey wouldn't have to. There would be nothing to say.

Huey jumped at his buzzing cell phone, jarring him out of his daze. Huey rolled his eyes anxiously. Jazmine had probably been sitting for ten minutes before she decided to reply. Huey had been bouncing a leg up and down impatiently the entire time. He quickly grabbed for the still buzzing object and opened the text message from Jazmine. " 'Soon' ", Huey said out loud to himself. He nodded to himself. They way he saw it 'soon' was better than 'no' or 'never'. That was fine, he could accept and respect that. He didn't really have a choice but to do anything other than that.

That's all folks. I hope you enjoyed. This story will be picking up soon, just so you know. Well, drop me a review, please. Peace. :)