A/N: here is a short chapter to tide all my readers over while I work on other stories and plan out the final game. Once again I want to give thanks to DaveTheWordsmith, KODfreak, and LegendaryWhiteBoy for reviewing and giving great feedback. Everyone you should check out and review their works because there is some great stuff there if you haven't already, especially "Choices" and "More than Friends" great fics by DaveTheWordsmith and KODfreak's "The Other Guy". Also check out and review "Life Goes On" by DaBlackGoku one of my favourite fics on the site and maybe we'll get the next update soon. Please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks, Aaron McGruder and Sony Pictures does.

Chapter 42 – Just Hanging

"Ya can't beat a real nigga," Riley shouted jumping up to his feet and throwing his controller in air in celebration. He caught the controller easily in his hands after doing a spin and giving Jason the loser sign. "I told ya, ya can't beat me at dis game."

"You won one match out of how many?" Jason asked tossing the controller to Cindy who was sitting on the couch behind the two boys.

"Maybe but it was da first match between us," Riley pointed out as Cindy set up the next game of Def Jam: Icon. "It's no mah fault C-Murph kicks our butts every time."

"Just beat her this time," Jason said getting up and heading for the kitchen where he picked up his phone and dialled Huey's home phone number. The phone rang for a few second and then Huey's Granddad picked it up. "Hello Mr. Freeman is Huey there?"

"One second," Granddad said and he called away from the phone. "Boy get the phone one of your little friends is calling."

Jason heard the phone switch hands and Huey's voice came through the phone. "Hello?"

"Huey it's Jay. We're just checking in. It's nine forty five," Jason said opening his fridge door and rummaging for through the left over take out inside. Sniffing an old box of Chinese food he scrunched his nose up from the smell and quickly tossed it in the garbage before pulling out half a chicken breast and some watermelon.

"You guys are the last ones then. Is everything alright over there?" Huey asked and Jason could hear he was walking around as he talked.

"Nothing unusual except your brother is eating all the stuff out of my fridge faster than I can replenish it," Jason said setting down the chicken on the table and pulling out a knife. "He's like a black hole."

"He's your problem now," he heard Granddad shout from the background.

"Do you have me on speaker phone?" Jason asked cutting up the chicken breast and putting it on a new plate before cutting up the watermelon and putting it beside the chicken.

"My hands are kind of full right now," Huey said. "Keep me posted and if anything happens call right away."

"I don't think anything is going to happen," Jason said grabbing the plate and walking back into the living room where Cindy was handily was beating Riley once again. "One of us will call in the morning."

"Alright stay sharp and stay together," Huey said before hanging up the phone.

Jason tossed the phone on the couch beside Cindy and sat back down on the floor leaning against the couch before putting the plate of food between them. He had only sat down for a few seconds before Riley shoved his controller at him. "Here nigga take dis," he said grabbing a piece of chicken while Cindy set up another game.

"Neither of ya are gonna beat me tonight," Cindy gloated as they started the match and Jason was immediately under siege. He barely made a dent in her health when she hit him with the last shot.

"Jeez she's getting better every game," Jason said tossing the controller back to Riley who faired only a little better. Losing again he tossed the controller on the ground and refused to play another game.

"Ya cheatin' C-Murph," Riley accused her throw mouthfuls of chicken. "Ya cheatin' and dat ain't cool."

"I ain't cheating Reezy. Ya'll just suck at fighting games," Cindy said ejecting the game with her controller. "Put in a new one and I'll beat ya both at dat one too."

While Riley was putting in Modern Warfare 2 the door bell rang and Jason got up to get the door. He approached his door cautiously. When he got to the door he regretted not having a peephole. Slowly he opened the door until he could see outside and the first thing he saw was the edge of a pizza box. Seeing it was safe he swung the door wide open to reveal a boy just a little older than them holding two extra large pizzas and a brown paper bag he knew was full of wings.

"Pizza's here," Jason called back to the living room where Riley gave a cheer.

"That'll be forty two fifty," the pizza delivery guy said handing him the pizzas and wings.

"Here," Jason said pulling out two twenties and a ten from his wallet on a small stand near the door before taking the pizza. "Keep the change."

"Thanks dude," the delivery guy said putting the money in a waist pouch and heading back to his car.

"The real food is served," Jason said putting the boxes on the coffee table they moved off to the side the first night they had all crashed at the house and going to grab a bottle of coke and some cups.

"Business time den," Cindy said before killing Riley one last time for the win. "Told ya Reezy, ya never gonna win."

"Ya cheatin'," Riley grumbled as Cindy once again ejected the disc and Riley grabbed a stack of DVDs from beside the game and sliding one in the XBOX. "I can't believe Huey got tapes of dat nigga's team's practice."

"I heard he got Ed to go over in disguise," Jason said coming back into the room. "We only got part of their practice as he was discovered near the end and had to flee. At least he had the enough sense to keep the camera."

"At least he did one thing right," Cindy said reaching for the pizza.

"Ya know since we're talking about da last game and all what are ya doing after da game and ya contract is done JJ?" Riley asked and Jason stopped in his tracks holding the bottle of coke in one hand a stack of cups loosely in the other. He looked nervously at Cindy while shaking his head at Riley trying to get him to drop it without saying anything but it was too late.

"Well what are ya gonna do?" Cindy asked and Jason gulped. She was expecting one answer and he knew the answer he had to give was not that answer.

"I'm going home," Jason finally side deciding to just rip the bandage off fast.

"Like to Canada?" Cindy asked and Jason could see the storm coming.

"I have to. I have a contract."

"Ya always seem to have a contract," Cindy said getting worked up as she stood up to confront him. "What about us?"

"I have a contract Cindy. I have to go back. Once my contract with Wuncler is up I have to get on a plane the next day and fly to Windsor for my first game," Jason tried to explain but it was not working.

"So ya gonna leave, just like dat," Cindy shouted balling her hands into fists.

"Well not just like that. I want to stay but I have other obligations I have to see through," Jason continued to try and explain while staring daggers at Riley who had retreated to the far side of the room to not get involved. In the corner he just gave him an apologetic look.

"So ya gonna leave me den?" Cindy asked her tone changing from anger to hurt and her true feelings were finally coming out after the anger disappeared.

"Not at all. I don't plan to leave you. I plan to come back once the season is done," Jason said softening his tone now that her anger was gone. "It will only be a few months and then I'll be back again."

"Really?" Cindy asked and he could see she was holding back tears.

"Da nigga said he was comin' back so can we just get back to da DVDs," Riley finally interjected.

"Fine but we're gonna talk about dis more later," Cindy said sitting back on the couch while Riley and Jason flopped back on the floor and Riley turned on the DVDs Huey had shown the team that afternoon at lunch but as usual none of them had been paying the video much attention then.