Short one. But eh... and sorry I took so long.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE BOONDOCKS. I DO OWN SAMMI AND HER FAMILY AND NORRINGTON.

"Paper Stacks & Maturity"

:(Huey):

There's a certain time in your life that you realize why certain things just aren't accepted by society. For most people, that time is around the age of eight to eleven. When you turn eight, things change for you. If you're a girl, you can't spend the night at a boy's house anymore and vice versa. I know the reasoning for this, yes, it's because puberty is only a corner away. But do you really see any sexually active eight year olds? I don't because they still think the other gender has "cooties." But I guess it's better to be safe than sorry.

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"C'mon, Iceey! PLEASE invite me!" Riley begged with wide eyes. Sammi glared down at him and poked her lips out snottily, "I CAN'T, nigga! I already TOLD you that!" She crossed her arms as they walked. Riley pouted and tugged at her sleeve, "Why not?!" Huey sighed and shook his head at his brother as Jazmine flipped open her black invitation, "Because you're a boy." Riley snarled, "So?! Why can't I go?!" Huey furrowed his eyebrows, "Because they're GIRLS, Riley. And you're a BOY." Jazmine giggled, "Boys can't go to a GIRL'S sleepover!" Riley tsk-ed and readjusted his backpack on his shoulders, "I can! Young Reezy goes where he WANTS!" Sammi scoffed, "Nigga, I WILL get the dogs on you!" Riley blinked and raised an eyebrow, "Dogs? Since when you get dogs?" Sammi glared over at him, "I've always had them!" Riley sneered and pumped his fists, "Well, I wouldn't know since SOMEBODY hasn't INVITED A NIGGA OVA'! ONLY TIME I SAW IT WAS WHEN YA"LL HAD IT UNDA' SOME CONSTRUCT-SON!"

WHACK!

Riley rubbed his head and winced, "AYE! I WAS JUST MAKIN' A POINT!" Sammi flattened out her invitations and calmly said, "You can't some, Riley. So stop cryin'. Damn, you've got otha' people to hang with while I'm gone." Riley shot her a snotty look and crossed his arms angrily in silence.

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"Boy, what's wrong wit you?" Granddad asked sternly as Riley walked in from school with a pout. " Granddad, how come boys can't go to g girl's house and spend tha night?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. Granddad hesitated, "Didn't A Pimp Named Slickback explain all that to you?" Riley crossed his arms, "He already told me why hoes and niggas get together! But I wanna know why a nigga can't go spend tha night at a girl's party!" Granddad hesitated again and looked down at his youngest grandson nervously, "Well, you see boy… when a man gets with a woman, it's usually in her house." Riley put his hands on his hips, "I ain't tryin'a get wit NO ONE, Granddad! Why can't I go?" Granddad sighed and kneeled down to put a hand on his shoulder, "But no one would know that, Riley. So a man doesn't stay the night with a woman unless he wants to get with her. Understand?" Riley was silent for a moment, "Yeah." Granddad stood up, "Good. Now go do your homework, boy, befo' I beat you."

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Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring! Brrrrrrrrrrr—

"Hello? Williams residence."

"Uh… is Sammi there?"

"Yes, she is in her chambers. May I ask whom is calling for the young miss?"

"Uh, Riley..."

"Excuse me, sir, as I transfer you to the young miss."

. . . . . . . . .

"How'd you get my number?"

"Cindy."

"…what do you want? You can't come to my sleep-over."

"Yeah, nigga, I know! That's what I was callin' you fo'!"

"Oh…"

"Yeah. Well, I'ma g—"

"You can come over though if you want. You just can't stay the night."

"…aight. I'll look at my sced'ual."

"Aight. Bye."

"Aye! Sammi!"

"Ayo?"

"Was that like a butla' or somethin'?"

"Oh… yeah…"

"Coo'. I'ma see you lata'."

"Yeah, peace."

CLICK!

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Riley thumbed his nose anxiously as the front door to the "Williams' Residence" loomed over him mysteriously. What was behind that door? He had already found out that Sammi had many servants, or at least a butler. So just what secrets did this household hide? He pushed the doorbell and crossed his arms as he waited.

DING-DONG, DING-DONG! DING-DONG, DING-DONG! DING-DONG, DING!

Riley jumped as the sound of loud church bells erupted from the inside. The door swung open casually and a tall old man with white comb-over hair stared down at him with a smile. "Why hello there, young sir," the Englishman greeted as he stared down at Riley from his spectacles, "Who might you be?"

Riley shifted his weight, "Uh… Riley." He leaned sideways passed the man and gazed into the house. From what he could see so far, there were ivory marbled floors, ornate hanging lamps, velvet rugs, and a grand spiraling staircase. His eyes widened. "Ah, young Sir Escobar. Miss Williams has informed me of your arrival today. Do come inside, won't you?" It didn't even take a second for Riley to step through the door. "Right this way to the main room, if you will," the butler ushered Riley along.

When Riley stepped into the main room he just stood there to gaze. The walls were the color of gold and the rug was a deep crimson. There was a black marble fireplace surrounded by black sued chairs and to the side of that was a tea table fit for a dozen. In the seats, he saw Jazmine and Cindy. "Riley!" Jazmine exclaimed with a brisket still in her mouth, she quickly swallowed, "What are you doing here?" Cindy spun around in her chair and raised in eyebrow, "I thought you wasn't invited." Riley grinned and fall back in one of the sued chairs, "She said I could come as long as I go home befo' dinner." Riley crossed his arms behind his head comfortably. "Oh… well, come have tea with us! These cookies are really good!" Jazmine replied with a smile. Riley glared at her with furrowed eyebrows, "Pfft! I ain't gay! Even if I WANTED a cookie I ain't 'bout to go over there wit the damn tea party! Gangstas don't have no tea parties! Niggas must be crazy!" Jasmine blinked and Cindy giggled. "Cookie, Sir Escobar?" the Englishman butler asked as he unveiled a tray of various sweet treats before Riley's young eyes. "Heh, don't have to ask ME twice!" Riley snorted as he snatched the tray onto his lap. "Would you care for a beverage, young sir? We have an assortment of juices and soda at your disposal," the butler replied calmly. "Naw, I'm good, Alfred," Riley replied as he crammed a cookie into his mouth. "Very well, sir," the butler straightened up and walked away.

"His name is Norrington," Sammi's sweetly coarse tone piped up from behind him. "He look like he from Batman," Riley retorted without looking back. "He kinda does," Cindy added. Sammi laughed and pat Riley's head, "Yeah, I guess."

"I like your house," Jazmine said wide-eyed as she gazed around, "It's very pretty." Sammi shrugged, "I guess." Riley wiped his mouth and chucked the empty tray on the table, "So where's yo' room? I wanna see it!" Sammi grunted and slowly turned on heel, "Aight, nigga. C'mon guys."

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"Whoa…" the children, all except Sammi, awed as she presented her room from behind her sliding paper-screen door. All but one wall, which was a wall mirror, were clad in posters, pictures, signs, and colorful cork boards for notes and her calendar. Bellow all the décor were black walls and as they looked up at the ceiling, the saw stars. Her hot pink shag carpet looked comfortable to lie on and in the corner of her room was her bed clad in cheetah sheets and bright pillows. There were two doors in her room besides the entry, one was for her bathroom and one was for her closet. "Damn, Sammi, yo' mama sho' can get her paper stacks…" Riley commented with his mouth in a small "o." Sammi rolled her eyes and opened up her window that hung just over her bed, "Yeah, I guess." Riley jumped onto her bed and pulled his knees up, "How come you neva' told me yo' fam make bank?" Sammi sat down beside him a shrugged, "Dunno, just never came up." Jazmine and Cindy were looking thoroughly at her posters and pictures. "Are we sleeping in here?" Jazmine asked as she turned around. "Yeah. I've got futons for you guys to sleep on," Sammi replied kicking her feet. Riley stood up abruptly and walked over to the end of her bed and stared at the wall. The wall had a large closed cupboard and Riley thought it quiet peculiar, "Aye, what's that fo'?" Sammi glanced over and said simply, "The tele." Riley's eyes widened and he swung open the cupboard to reveal a 24" television, "Oh my… this is… I can't… damn…"

BEEP!

"What the hell?!" Riley jumped from his trance. Sammi leaned over to her bedside table at a small speaker and pushed a button, "Yeah?"

"Lunch is ready, young miss."

"Aight. We'll be down in a minute."

"Very well, miss."

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"Your lunches, little ladies and young sir," Norrington announced as servants placed silver dishes before them. "I wonder what it is…" Jasmine said to herself. Norrington perked up, "A gourmet half-pound burger and fresh French Fries, miss. The kitchen aid will come about offering condiments, bacon, pastrami, vegetables, and various sauces. Enjoy!" He bowed courteously and strolled into the kitchen.

And Riley did enjoy the meal. He enjoyed it until his little eight-year-old belly had swollen out so much he felt he would throw up. After the feast, Riley pat his stomach and scratched his ear with his pinky, "Ya'll live good here, Sammi. I'ma have to come ova' mo' often." Sammi blinked and smiled. "Wanna go watch Enchanted now?" Jazmine asked wide-eyed. "Ooh! Yeah!" Cindy seconded. "Yeah, sure," Sammi replied as she stood up, "Wanna watch, Riley?" Riley crossed his arms, "Naw, I think I been here long enough ya'll girls go do yo' girl things. I'm out." Sammi smiled, "Jazzy, Cindy, I'll meet you up in my room. I'ma walk Esco out." The girls nodded and skipped there way out. "You know, I don't need no help out tha' door," Riley raised an eyebrow. Sammi laughed, "I know. I just wanted to thank you for coming." Riley "tsk"-ed and grinned.

"You can come back any time to hang, just me and you," Sammi offered as they reached the door. Riley shrugged, "Yeah, I'll check my sced'ual." Sammi pet his head and smiled, "Aight, nigga. Peace. Don't get shot or losr on your way home." Riley put his hands on his hips and furrowed his eyebrows, "Tsk. It's only down tha' street." Sammi smiled but before she shut the door Riley piped up, "Aye!" Sammi blinked, "What?" He grinned, "Have fun in yo' little sleepin' party." Sammi smiled sincerely as he walked away.

I suggest you go read "As Long As Somebody Bleeds"

and also to

R & R

this on as well as the other.

Che'yea. And in your Review

you can give me some suggestions for a story

because I'm starting to get Writer's Block for this.