Boondocks Random

Donte Johnson

Just a chappy about Donte...

Donte POV~

I was 12 when my mother and father got divorced. They weren't happy I guess and what I wanted didn't matter. My mom took me to live with her sister, (my aunt) Layla. Aunt Layla was cool an all but her son was a total pain in the ass. Angelo wasn't the sweetest kid. I mean, to ladies he was but when it came to me, he was a total dick. Even as kids, all he wanted was the center of attention.

We both went to church. Our mothers both being raised into the christian life. I didn't care too much about it. I mean, I guess it was alright. But being forced into the choir wasn't all that fun.

"But mama," I whined. I was 7. I didn't wanna sing in the choir again. "I hate being in the choir. Angel always steals the spotlight and there ain't no point for me."

"I know, baby. But think of it like this," My mom smiles softly, "Angel isn't singing today since he isn't feeling good. But the choir directly gave you, your very own solo today! You love singing, don't you?"

"Yea."

"Well, go out there and shine!"

My mom was from the south. Louisiana was where her and my Aunt Layla grew up and they both grew up singing in the church. 

I was told my voice was angelic. Ironically, my voice was better than Angel's. But he looked the part more than I did. 

As we grew up, Angel and I didn't really get along at all. We honestly hated each other more and more as time went on. Angelo was all about being in the people's eye and becoming someone that everyone adored. I was more the guy that liked to be in the shadows and do my own thing. Yet, I ended up getting more attention than he did.

"You think you're cool?" He questions.

"No. Never once was that a thought I had."

"Well you seem to act like."

"You're not gonna do shit about it," I say, squaring up to him. Angelo may have talked a big game, but he wasn't about it. He never once tried to fight back whenever I stepped up to him. He knew I'd knock his ass down.

Before my parents got divorced, my dad used to box with me. He put me in all types of different fighting camps and made sure I knew how to defend myself. I was honestly really good at it, and it helped me clear my head. 

"Listen," I tell him, "All that fame shit is for you. I don't want none of it. But don't throw a bitch fit when I get it and you don't."

Angelo only huffed.

I grew up in Louisiana after my parents divorced and soon started living in Woodcrest, Maryland when I turned 15. Angelo and I soon met this kid named Calvin who was more friends with Angel than me. 

Since we all sang, we formed a group called MoTown. At first we sang at house parties Calvin hosted but Angelo heard that there was a club not too far from us that had a girl group singing. The Crybabies. They were honestly really good. Especially their lead, Jada. 

Soon after meeting them, they were honestly all pretty cool. Their manager, Jessica was especially cool. She was really sweet and kind, and not to mention beautiful.

Angelo talked about Jada a lot. He found her absolutely gorgeous and super talented. Both were true, Jada was very appealing to look at and her voice could silence a crowd, but to what I knew, she had a boyfriend. 

"So what? With her by my arm, we'll be all everyone talks about."

"So you're using her for publicity?" I question. "That's not a surprise."