It's Complicated

"That's all I ever hear you say. If I could get you to tell me something new, something real, we'd be together. Just tell me that I'm not the only one who's in love here." Huey/Jazmine

Prolouge:

Jazmine Dubois was sure of one thing: she loved the Freeman's house. She loved the way you could always hear their loud neighbor, Thugnificent, jamming to his beats and partying until dawn. She loved the way that it was only a short walk from own house, so she could step out and come over whenever she pleased. She loved the way that the owner of the house, Robert Freeman, didn't treat her like a baby as her parents would, how he usually just asked what she was doing in his house, didn't wait for an answer, just turned on the TV and treated her like furniture. She loved the way that the house was nothing at all like her own.

But most of all, she loved her best friend, Huey Freeman. She would knock on the door, he would answer, his frown cold but his eyes warm. He would grunt for her to come on in, she would plop on the couch next to him, they would watch TV for a bit.

There was never anything good on TV, and all Huey ever watched was the news, except for that one time when he experimented with black television (the devil's work, he had called it). But Jazmine wasn't there for the TV. No, she would simply sneak glances at Huey, watch as his faint but prime muscles clenched and unclenched, as he would shift every few minutes. She would move slowly but surely closer to him, and see how he would stiffen when her skin lightly brushed his own. She knew he must feel the electricity shoot through himself just as she did, because it was always that moment that he would ask what she wanted to do.

And Jazmine would say some idea; Huey would huff in protest because whatever it was, it was always something that must have not been as good as one of his ideas. But he would turn to her and say, "Alright. Let's go." Whether it be a walk, going skating, going to see a movie, Huey never seemed that enthusiastic about it. He was never enthusiastic about anything. But Huey never protested, always agreed with her, and went along, and while he never smiled once during the activities they would do together, he always said that he had a nice time.

Jazmine just wished that for once she could make him catch his breath as he could make her catch her own, make his eyes light up the way hers would each time she saw him. She once asked him why he never seemed to want to do anything, and even though that was back when they were only children, she still remembered his answer and how much it made her want to run away from him and never come back to the house that she loved so much. Huey always said the same thing, every single time, whether they were ten, twelve, and even now, as they both had already turned seventeen and were heading into their senior year after this summer.

"It's complicated."

I t s C o m p l i c a t e d

Chapter One: Its Complicatedly Hot

If Jazmine could tell you one crucial thing about Huey Freeman it had to be about how he smelled of dark chocolate.

No racist pun there, but that was the truth. Even when she had first met him, she could remember a sweet smell, a bitter yet soothing sent. Sometime it was mixed with a light cologne, or a bit of sweat. But dark chocolate was the one sent that stayed consistent.

She had asked him about it once when they were twelve, and his face had gone dark. He had been reading the paper under the tall tree they always seemed to meet by, and his eyes had slid to her, his hands putting down the paper lightly.

"Before Riley and I moved here, we lived with our mom." Jazmine had stayed quiet and watched as his eyes glazed over. He clenched his teeth, as if it hurt to remember. "And our mom always loved dark chocolate. She always told us it was like life, a bittersweet kind of thing." He blinked, turning back to face her, his eyes hard. "What she said doesn't ever go away in my mind, what she smelled like has seeped into my skin."

Jazmine had asked how a sent could seep into one's skin. Huey had just said that sometimes, you can't get rid of things. Even when they're gone, other people can still feel some things around another. "It's not me your thinking about when you smell dark chocolate. Somehow, you're getting the last memory of my mom."

And Jazmine didn't have to ask to understand that the last time Huey saw his momma must have been the last time he had smiled.

P R E S E N T D A Y

Jazmine could feel the heat just pouring through her bedroom window. Everything was hot. The sheets were hot. The air was hot. She was drenched in her own sweat. What's harder than sleeping without a blanket is sleeping without air conditioning, without a fan, on the hottest week since her terrible lemonade stand experience. The electricity was out in the whole neighborhood. It was miserable. It was horrible.

For lack of a better or smarter word, it was a very, very shitty day.

She had slept naked except for her underwear, no sheets, nothing. It would have been the worst for one of her parents to walk in on her that morning, but luckily, this hadn't happened. Clothes' sounded like the worst idea in history, but staying cramped in a hot house seemed to top it. She slowly sulked out of bed- no breeze from the open window, no air movement whatsoever- opened her drawer, put on some clothes.

She changed about four times before she found something not all that hot- unfortunately in both senses of the word. The old wife beater and basketball shorts from gym class did nothing to support her looks, but who cared anymore? Jazmine was hot, and that was the end of it.

She galloped down the stairs, waved to her parents, opened the door and wondered where to go.

And that's when she saw it. The most beautiful thing her eyes had seen all day.

Sitting on the window sill of the Freeman's window happened to be a fan. A great, big fan, that was so powerful she could hear the fan whipping the air. It sat proudly, an abstract to the hot and humid street. Somehow, she knew that fan was a gift from the lord.

She ran- sweat inducing, but worth it- and tried to open the door. Obviously, it was locked, but the heat was making her brain hazy. She knocked, not her gentle knock that she usually fancied, and suddenly regretted it.

"What kind of nigga be knockin' on the motha fucking door like they god damn own it?" Jazmine grimaced as she realized exactly who was coming to the door.

Riley opened the door with a scowl on his face, not even taking time to acknowledge her, walking by her and to the hot outside world. "Bitches be thinking that they god or something. Bitches ain't nothing. They just bitches." He walked out on the street, leaving Jazmine behind to make some snide comment that was too late, as he walked further and further, still mumbling to himself. "Bitches only made for fucking. That's all a bitch is good for."

Jazmine let out her breath and walked in the Freeman household and suddenly felt a burst of cold air. "Oh my god." She stood there, smiling suddenly, closing her eyes and feeling the cool rush as it grazed her skin, her clothes, and dammit- under her pits. Hell yeah.

"Excuse me, but were trying to conserve the air. So shut the door next time." She opened her eyes wide as she saw Huey shut the door and walk past her. "Gotta try and keep Riley out of the house as much as I can. He's stinking this damn house more and more." Jazmine felt hot, even in the cool house, as Huey's arm made contact with her for a mere two seconds. She saw Huey flinch but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

He sat on the couch and frowned, a deep, dark frown that let Jazmine know he was in a worse mood than usual. She sat by him and smiled, propping her arm on her leg and gazing at Huey with her usually fascination. "So how did you get a working fan in a Woodcrest? The whole town has no electricity." She gazed at the fan lovingly.

Huey shrugged, not meeting her eyes and grabbing the TV remote and pressing the power button, as some news station filled the screen, the volume low. "I got a generator a while back. I told Granddad he could only use it if Riley left the house, because Riley is stinking up this house. So we kicked him out for a few hours. That's why he's talking about bitches." He chewed his lip, frowning. "And I hate it when Riley talks about bitches."

Jazmine smiled softly to herself and slowly looked over Huey. His shirt was off, and he was just sitting in his boxers. It made Jazmine twitch a bit, but she knew how to control herself. But she also knew Huey, who couldn't control himself. It wasn't as though Huey had never kissed Jazmine before- he just never took credit for it. "I'm sorry, I just… I couldn't control myself." She would appreciate it if for once he would purposely make a move on her.

She couldn't help herself. She'd done it before, but on a hot day like this… it just might work.

Jazmine put her hand on Huey's thigh. Huey jerked away from her. "Jazmine…" He said, as he did each time, but she shook her head. She wished she had worn something nicer, but that wasn't an option anymore.

She laid her head on Huey's shoulder. "You cannot say that you don't like this."

"It's complicated, Jazmine."

As if a record scratched in the background, she lifted her head and scowled. She got up from the couch and looked at him. "Huey, you cannot keep saying shit like that and expecting me to believe you." She pulled at her wild hair, her eyes wide and moving around the room at a fast pace. "Were not kids anymore! We are not just friends!"

"Jazmine." Huey stood up and tried to overpower her with his height. "It's-"

"Don't you dare." She stuck a finger in his face, shaking violently with rage. "Don't Huey. Just don't." If Jazmine heard him say it one more time-

"It's complicated."

"EVERYTHING with you is complicated! Nothing is simple!" She screamed, going towards the door. As she opened it though, she felt the hot burst of air, and slowly came back to sit on the couch with a grimace. "Damn your irresistible fan."

He grunted, apparently angry at her outburst from earlier. "Wanna shut the door?"

She snorted, turning to him and mocking, "Well, it's complicated. You see-"

"OK, OK. I get it." Huey got up and shut the door. "Why do you feel the need to drag this on?"

"It's complicated."

Huey scowled.

I t s C o m p l i c a t e d

A/N: OK! So that's the start of my first Boondocks fic. I'm trying to mix memories up with the present day. Yeah… tell me if I'm screwing this couple or not. I just love them together, and I HAD to make something about them sometime in my life.

I can't promise super fast updates, but they'll come, sometime, in the future. I really excited about this story though, so, you know, I'll try to be consistent. :D

Yeah, I'm not gonna nag on you to review, but just to believe and pray that I can do this story right. Thank you so much for reading.

Love, Cereal