For anyone wondering why I deleted most of the story is simply because I just don't have the time. I literally can't focus on two stories at once, it just wasn't going to work. Yeah, it has something to do with the last review, but honestly, I've been thinking of doing this for a while, simply rewriting the entire thing. Don't worry, I copied the entire set of chapters. All I will be doing (once I get done with my other story) is going back through it, reading it, changing some aspects, add a little more fluidity, more character development, and once I feel that Braids is actually a good story, I'll repost. And to the muthafucka who had the nerve to gripe to me about my story; bitch, are you writing? If you are, then maybe you would be writing this story. But guess what; you not. And if you were, I'd be horrified at what it looks like. Got the nerve to complain about me when all you looking for is the pussy getting.

Rated M

Man, I cannot get enough of Boondocks. Especially the fanfics, so I am dedicating this to all the RileyxCindy fanfics out there that recently sprouted. JazzyMao this is to you.

Aww, damn. See, dis da reason you can neva hang out wit hoes. Dey always changin' a nigga. Now, I got ta deal wit dese feelin's for C-Murph. Ain't dat a bitch?

Riley, don't you have a sense of decency. What would you say if she were here now, listenin to what you just called her?

Nigga, first off, I don't even know what decency means. Second off, C-Murph knows da deal…

Really, and I bet if she really did come in here, you would apologize on the spot.

…NIGGA, Shut up! Just cuz yo gurl got you whipped don mean imma be da same!

But then why do you hang out with her everyday?

She de only gurl I can be cool wit! Erbody else here whack nd shit. Just look at yo gurl, crybaby nd she a bitch ni-Smack!

…Riley, I am going to tell you this only once…don't you dare talk about Jazmine like she was some other girl, especially in front of me.

…Bitch…Things can neva be the same again can dey?

…Maybe…But is that really a bad thing?

…

Riley fell out of his bed at the sound of argument. He groggily stood and grabbed a pair of his jeans to throw on. He only took a step out of the door when he heard the topic of the yelling.

"How many times have I told you? Don't eat the last lemon!"

"That's why I said you needed to go out and buy more. You didn't notice me eating it then?"

He huffed. His brain wasn't exactly tuned for morning yelling.

He waltzed downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen. He walked in on Huey and Granddad in each others faces while Jazmine sat on a stool, wearing…yep his eyes weren't fooling him. She had apparently taken one of Huey's freedom shirts that spanned her entire body. He had to admit, she was tiny compared to his brother.

"Mornin', Riley."

"…Mornin'…lil' freak."

She blushed at that one. Ever since he had caught her and his brother in bed, that was the only name he would refer to her as.

And still, the argument continued.

"Damnit, I can't take dis. Ya'll keep comin' nd eatin up my shit!"

"What are you goin do about? You don't ever listen to me, so why should I have to repeat myself just to have you ignore me again!"

Damnit! Will ya'll shut da hell up?

Huey and Grandad looked at him fiercely.

"Ya'll goin wake up dis entire neighbahood of crackahs, dey goin call da police, nd den dey goin come bangin on our door. I aint in da mood ta deal wit no damn police at…eight o-fuckin-clock. Fuck outta here wit dat shit."

Huey and Grandad stared at him then each other before and then sat down. Huey motioned to Jazmine, who immediately took seat in his lap. He steadied her with his arms.

Riley gagged a little and shook his head.

"Riley, shut up. At least yo brotha knows where his feelin's are. Do you?"

"Grandad, don start."

"I'll start where I wont. Huey got himself a cutie pie to hug on. Nd if I recall, you hang out wit dat white gurl from dat asswhoppin basketball game. C-Mafia…C-Mack…C-Murph, yeah, dats da one."

"C-Murph is de only gurl I can really hang wit cuz erbody else aint got no game. Ever since we got shot together nd made dat money, we bin tight."

Huey looked skeptical as Grandad sighed. Huey's eyes lite up in amusement.

"Riley…"

Riley turned his head to his brother. Huey set Jazmine on the other seat beside his, his face still scowling.

"Whut?"

"…McPhearson is a hoe."

Riley immediately ran into his brother's face, screaming obscenities.

"Nigga, don you eva talk bout Cindy dat way. She mo real den you could eva be wit you bitch-ass self! She always got my back nd I got hur's so don eva come at me, spoutin dat shit or imma make sho yo ass wake up dickless da next mornin'!"

Huey smirked.

"Oh, really?"

Jazmine stared between the brothers frightened that a fight would break out. Then, Huey huffed amused, turning to Grandad.

"You're right. He likes her."

Riley lost some of his anger and gained confusion.

"Huh?"

"You, who thinks that that all girls are hoes, defended her like she had a special connection to you. What do you think I mean? Just accept it the way I accepted mine."

He motioned for Jazmine again and she retook her place, smiling. Riley sat down and thought more about the situation more then he did eat the cereal in front of him, until Grandad snapped his fingers in front of him, telling him he either eat the rest or he wasn't going to get anything else.

Once everybody finished, Grandad told them to get dress so they could go shopping again, due to Huey's lemon consumption.

Riley followed the couple, annoyed by Jazmine giggling as Huey tickled her sides with a smirk. He was about to step into the room when it slammed in his face.

"Nigga, whut you doin'?

Huey opened the door slightly.

"We have to get dressed, what you think?"

Riley choked.

"She spent da night?"

"You wouldn't have known. You had been with Ed and Rummy the whole time last night, remember?"

"…"

Huey, once again, slammed the door in his face.

It took longer than expected for them to get out. Jazmine's face was flushed and she was panting, while Huey was breathing slightly more and smirking.

Riley wanted to heave. He ran to the bathroom, made a grab for the air freshener and sprayed in the room, the remaining smells of arousal in the air dissipating.

"Man, I need my own room."

~A~

Riley walked beside his family, bored out of his mind. He took a detour and looked for Kool-Aid.

He stopped beside the packets and pulled ten different packs out. He heard giggling. He turned around and it stopped. He shook his head, turning to the packs again. It only took minute for the giggling to start again. This time he made sure to follow the sound. He didn't make an indication of noticing and instead made it look as though he was looking for something else, realizing that the giggling came from the aisle next to his.

As soon as he walked out of the aisle he turned around and saw a couple of girls staring at him, the giggling coming from them. It registered to them that he saw them and they ran. He kept after them when they ran around someone and he didn't notice until he collided with the person. His head rose and he couldn't help his nigga instincts as he stared at the ass on the ground. It didn't register that she had turned when he began staring at her breasts as well. That is, until the voice came.

"Reezy?"

Riley shook his head and stared at the blue eyes of his best friend.

"C-Murph?"

He was astounded. It matter that she was wearing Timbs and pocket shorts, that was about the only thing that was her, the rest, he drooled over. Her top was a sleeveless indigo tee. She was wearing a purple bracelet and diamond earrings. Purple eyeliner made her eyes stand out.

He froze. Vaguely, the thought of standing up registered, but that was pushed to the back of his mind. He admired her for a little bit more before taking her hand and getting up.

"Uhhh…Ay, Reezy."

"C-Murph, dat really you?"

"Umm, yeah. I, uhh, came wit my gur- I mean, crew, because we wuz gonna steal some lq."

Riley rubbed his head and glanced down to her outfit again and then to her face, blushing.

"Whut bout dat outfit? Its kinda…"

"I know…My mama made me wear it cuz uhhh…"

"Nah, you don have ta explain. You look gud nd erthing."

"Thanks, so, imma go."

She backed up slowly. Riley nodded then quickly looked up.

"Wait, um…"

"Yes, Riley."

"You wanna go do sumthin later? I don know, spray paint?

"Yeah, sho, I'll come by ya house later."

"Cool."

He turned around and walked back to Huey and Grandad at the other end of the store. Huey noticed him and raised an eyebrow.

"Where were you?"

"Nuthin…"

Huey shrugged.

It still hadn't registered to Riley's mind that Cindy had called him by his real name.

~A~

Huey huffed heavily as Jazmine moaned. Once again, the two were going at it with everybody out of the house. He pumped, the feeling of completion close as Jazmine waved her frizzy hair wildly. Her emerald green eyes glazed and were half lidded, to enclosed in ecstasy to keep them fully open. She finally clenched onto his member, fulfilling both of their needs.

"HUEY!"

"Jazmine!"

They rose, shivering in the ending pleasure. Huey fell to the middle of his girl's chest, breathless. He smiled slightly. Jazmine giggled happily. They rose to a sitting position, still intertwined.

"Huey?"

"Yeah?"

"I need help on my Civics and Economics class."

"You, who gets straight A's all the time, need my help?"

"That's only because I study. You don't have to study because you're already smarter than the teachers."

"…True. But you're still studying."

"Yeah, but I missed eight days after I got sick."

"That's why I didn't want you going out in the rain, even with an umbrella. Even small amounts of exposure can still lower your immune system."

"Why didn't you get sick. We did have..."

"Sex."

"Y-yeah, right after the argument. How come you didn't get sick?"

"I don't get sick easily. I have to have extreme amounts of exposure to cold to get-Achoo!"

Huey rubbed his nose and stared at Jazmine, who covered her mouth.

"What?"

"You're getting sick."

"Didn't you just hear me?"

"Yeah, and then you sneeze. Bless you."

"Thank you. It was just a sneeze, could mean anything."

"Yeah, yeah. Did you see Cindy at the store today?"

"She was there? I got distracted with trying to keep away from those girls that had wanted to talk to me."

"She was with them!"

"Jazmine…that is impossible. To my displeasure, I know when I see McPhearson with the way she talks, walks, or causes scenes cuz she is always with Riley. Annoyin', really."

"I guess you wouldn't have known that Cindy was differently dressed. There was only one blonde in that group."

"…Wait, do you mean the one in all blueish colors? The eyeliner, bracelets, everything on that girl had belonged to-?"

"Yep, she was so pretty today."

Jazmine was too much in awe to see Huey dumbfounded. And that was a rarity.

"I can't wait for her and Riley to get together."

"If they get together."

"What do you mean?"

"Riley has a hard time admitting things in front of his face until it's at the last moment. He will deny it to the end unless he himself accepts it."

"Maybe this will be different."

"…You may be right, thi- Achoo!"

Jazmine once again covered her nose to avoid germs.

"Huey-!"

"I am not sick Jazmine, okay?

"Sure, you're not." thought Jazmine.

~A~

Riley stood beside the first house he decided to paint. It was dark, so no one could really see him in his black attire. He had been waiting for Cindy for twenty minutes and she still hadn't come.

He huffed. Whatever she was doing, it was pretty important for her to not show up. He looked up at his "canvas". He tried to figure what he would paint when he thought of Cindy earlier in her…attire. His hands absently moved as he remembered his best friend from earlier today.

He stared up to the picture and smirked a little.

"Well, on to da next."

~A~

Cindy walked down to the house Riley had told her they would meet at. She ran late because her mom had told her she needed more clothes than just basketball shorts and tees. She had insisted that she was alright, but her mother took her on a spree that lasted over an hour.

She already knew he had left, so she might as well check out what he had done.

She turned the corner, expecting his name painted on the wall. What she saw, instead, was herself from earlier, bracelet and all, sitting with her hands between her legs, head cocked to the side, and her hair flowing free, not in a braid this time.

She couldn't breathe and she was sure her heart stopped. She touched it a little. She jumped a little; giddy that Riley couldn't stop thinking about her from the store. If this was what he did when she had that on, she could only imagine what he would do if she tried anything else.

Crap, I won't be able to finish this with only one chapter. Ah well, at least I got this one before going back home. Moving from one computer to another sucks with the whole documents and having people send you your other books.

So, if you are one of those who reads OLOSL, don't worry, I got way more for you now.

Till next chp, peace!