The "Boondock" Kids

The "Boondocks" Kids

*****

"Dang! She worked you up good!" Janet comments as she helps Nakeem up, after running across the street.

"Yeah I got it," Nakeem huffs as he brushes himself off.

That same girl walks out of the store carrying a small plastic bag with a squared shape in it. She smirks at Nakeem before tossing her hair back and walking away.

"Damn...I wonder where she learnt to fight like that," Nakeem mutters.

"She?? Nigga where'd you learn to fight? I thought you just lay on yo ass all day playing games, I'm surprised your even fit."

Nakeem glares at his older cousin. "Dad showed me a few tricks...once she did that front flip I knew she also performed martial arts, so I wasn't exactly scared of hitting her."

"Oh well. They're plenty mo Tekkens in the sea," Janet says as they begin to walk away.

"Yeah. Plenty more expensive Tekkens in the sea that I'm sure my parents will never get me."

"Man whatever. Ion feel like going to the movies anymore, I'll call Ty."

Janet walks away and Nakeem follows, but can't help but to look back at the girl he fought over the game with, until she disappears in the crowd.

"Man. I hope I never see that bitch again..."

*****

Tyrone and Trisha walk out of the theatre, laughing together about the scenes they witnessed. "Man I will never get over Kevin Hart!" Trisha says.

"Same here," Tyrone chuckles before his phone rings and he picks it up. "Sup...aight...sho. We'll see ya'll later." He cuts.

"Who was that?" Trisha sips her half full smoothie.

"Big Jackass. She said she and Nakeem are going home."

Trisha laughs. "Your not seriously gonna call her that, are you?"

"Hell yeah. She told me to anyway. So. What you wanna do?"

"Sorry, shouldn't we be heading back?"

Tyrone shrugs. "We shouldn't let Nakeem and Janet spoil our fun, and my dad said I can hang out with ya'll as long as I'm back at the hotel before eight thirty."

"Oh! So...what you wanna do?"

"How about lunch? My treat."

Trisha smiles. "Tyrone."

"Hm?"

"...is this a date?"

Tyrone thinks it over. "Why would you say that?" He's grinning.

"Well...we just went to the movies, and now were going for lunch."

"...it is if you want it to be."

They both grin.

"Okay then...can I go wash my hands first though? They're sticky." She tosses her empty cup into a nearby bin.

Tyrone nods. "Sho. I'll hail a cab."

She nods before walking away to the restroom as Tyrone walks to the exit. In the bathroom she washes her hands thoroughly and dries them, then looks at herself in the mirror. "Don't mess this up, Trish." She nods before leaving the restroom.

"Hey you!" She turns her head in the opposite direction of where she was going in and sucks her front teeth when she sees the girl from the booth, the top of her head wrapped with a white bandage.