This is my entry for The Challenge by Secrets4theunderground. If you want to do an entry it has to be over 9000 words, be submitted to fanfiction by August 27 and has to have the challenge in the summary. The mission is to write a Huey/Jazmine/? Love triangle with any other character you wish. It can be written in any style or universe you want. There's 3 winners. Just check you the fanfic 'Boondocks: The Challenge' to read it yourself. So, just try it.

I am!

Also, this story is rate T for a reason. It's borderline M and may be intense, sexually and physically and I don't put content disclaimers on chapters so just be prepared.

Okay story time!


March 16, 2012

"Huey!"

"Huey!"

"Don't mock me, Huey. Why are we going to this thing? It's a Friday night, we should be having fun!"

"Getting in touch with your heritage is fun."

"I don't wanna see it! I wanna see 'Soul Plane 4: Niggaz on a Plane'."

Huey stopped dead in his tracks. "Hold on. Instead of seeing 'Fight the Power' a documentary about police brutality and black power, you wanna see that horrific, poisonous 'Soul Plane' that will eventually turn you into a nigga yourself?"

"Uh, yeah. Duh."

Huey gave her a dead look. "Com'on."

"No!" she grabbed a handicap parking pole and wrapped her leg around it.

"Work it baby!"

Jazmine was clad in a pair of form fitting jeans and a white baby-T. Her body, which had been inherited from her father's side of the family, wasn't easy to ignore when draped on a pole.

"Well we know what movie he's going to see," Huey stared in the direction of the ethnic outburst. In any other situation he would be a dead man, but his stripper-in-training girlfriend was a little more important at the time.

"Why can't you just get Riley to get it on bootleg?"

"Do you seriously think Riley's going to go this movie? I'd have to pay him and I'll be damned if I'm doing that. And you wouldn't watch it anyway. You'd get distracted."

She whined under her breath, "I still don't wanna go…"

"Jazmine, you drag me to every awful movie your eyeballs come in contact with and you can't even try to watch one I want to see? It's like you don't even love me anymore."

"I do love you, Huey!" she jumped off the pole stared at him pathetically." I can't believe you would even say that."

"You obviously don't care about what I say or think. So… yeah."

She sighed, "I'm sorry for even making you think that Huey. I'll go," she walked up to him and kissed him on the lips.

Ahh, reverse psychology. It was a beautiful strategy that worked every time. It was just odd that even at 21, she still fell for it.

"Huey!"

"Jazz!"

"Aw, damn," Huey mumbled at the sight of his two friends, Caesar and Cindy. This had to be the most irritating thing he had seen all day. It wasn't that he hated them or anything, but more than likely they were going to see Soul Plane. As far as he was concerned, Jazmine didn't need any more convincing to see the heinous movie.

Caesar noticed the less than subtle scowl on his best friend's face, "Damn man, Bush hasn't won the third term yet; it's only March."

"Why are ya'll here?"

Cindy cupped her hands around her mouth, "Sooooooooooul Plane!"

"Exactly."

"I'm only here cause she," Caesar nearly fell as the blonde bombarded him with a hug, "Wanted to see it. I wanted to see Fight the Power."

"See, Huey," Jazmine poked.

"Whatever. The movie's about to start," he said walking away from the trio. Jazmine followed behind after addressing the couple and laced her arm with his.

"I still don't think I'm going to like it."


"This actually isn't all that bad."

"Told you," he mumbled at her. She looked at him longingly.

"It would be better if we had popcorn," Jazmine hinted.

"Sure would," Huey merely said.

A good 10 minutes passed before she spoke up again, "You know, I meant for you to go get it."

"Why didn't you just ask?"

She blinked at him. "Well...I… you're the man! You're supposed to know!" she whispered.

"Shhh!"

"Shut up!" she whispered back. Over the years, her time at the Freeman's had given her a backbone and possibly a pair of balls. She was still a Sugarplum princess, but a hardcore Sugarplum princess.

"Since when does having certain equipment make me a psychic? And besides, that popcorn is expensive. I refuse to give any more of my money away to the movie industry than I need to," he retorted.

"Well sorry Mr. Freeman," she referenced to the deceased elder Freeman who also hated movie prices,"But I'll pay for it. Here," the mulatto showed him a 10 dollar bill and waited for him to take it.

"…Please?"

Huey sighed and got up without taking the bill, "I'll be right back."

Jazmine stared at her boyfriend's back and balanced the video camera to be comfortable in her lap and pointed at the screen.

"Ahh, reverse psychology. It's a beautiful thing," a voice said from beside her. Her head whipped around as she stared in shock.

"Cindy?"

"Yeah girl!" the blonde didn't even try to lower her voice as she rose from the seat at Jazmine's right and plopped down in the left.

"Weren't you in Soul Plane? Where's Caesar?"

"Aww that shit was wack as hell! It was the same shit from the third movie. And Caesar's ass fell asleep 20 minutes in so I said 'Why not join Jazzy?" and here I am!"

"Um, ok."

They sat in silence and watched the movie until Cindy turned to face her, "Damn, LA was fucked up in the 90s. Dem niggas wa-"

"Cindy."

She turned around from her friend and looked up to see a large afro glaring down at her. "Get outta my seat."

"Hey, com'on Percy! Give a girl some love," she whined at him.

"As soon as you give me my seat," he gave her an annoyed tone. "And don't ever say my middle name again."

"Huey, Caesar fell asleep in Soul Plane an-" Jazmine started.

"Not surprising."

"As I was saying," she gritted though her teeth, "Just let her stay."

"Hey afro-boy! Sit yo' black ass down!"

"Huey please!" Jazmine caught with her voice him before he could kill the man or worse. "Just sit down."

Huey reluctantly sat down giving Cindy a sinister look as she gave a bright, out-of-character smile.

"Here," he pushed the carton of popcorn towards Jazmine, who didn't get to hold the buttery goodness in her hands. Cindy, who intercepted the popcorn, began to munch on the treat and cradled it in her arms.

"Hey Perc', this a good movie you picked. It's gangsta."

"It's a documentary."

"It's a gangsta documentary," she tried to force through a mouth of cooked kernels. Jazmine tried to grab a handful and met Cindy's hand, "Oh my bad J." She looked up the biracial girl and tried to share the bucket.

Huey frowned and decided to focus on the movie.

Not his girlfriend.

Not Cindy.

And not his wasted $15 on a blonde nuisance.

Like that was ever going to happen.

An hour later, the two girls and a skulking Huey exited the theater and entered the lobby only to find a certain half Jamaican. "Yo, Cin! What's up baby? Why'd you leave the movie?"

"Nigga you fell asleep! Besides, dat shit was wack anyways!"

"So you left me in there to slowly lose my brain cells while you snuck into the movie I wanted to see?"

"Slowly?"

"Not the time Huey," Jazmine whispered while trying to slowly inch away from the couple, who were making a scene. She'd lost her time with him in the theater but was willing to make up for it when they got home.

The couple continued to argue as Huey and Jazmine left to greet the night sky. "Isn't it beautiful Huey?"

"No."

She gave him a look and continued to walk towards their car, "You know. It actually wasn't that bad at all. It looked like boring, political and like something I'd hate, but I loved it. Kinda like you," she stopped at the car on the driver's side and turned to face him.

"Is that an insult or a compliment?" he asked sarcastically. Despite his tone, he wrapped his arms around her waist and looked into her emerald eye that reflected everything the moon shined. She was beautiful when she wasn't whining.

"A little bit of both," Jazmine breathed as she leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Now you know I hate PDA."

"Let them look," she kissed his soft lips and felt him rub his hands down her sides.

"Jazzy!"

Huey broke away from his lover and rested his forehead on hers. This was going to be a long night if he went to jail for murdering a white girl. He'd been there before when he was 12 and it involved a white person, but nothing compared to a black man killing a white girl.

Jazmine slightly turned her head to face her intruding friend. It wasn't rare for her to ruin a moment, but breaking Jazmine's and Huey's moments wasn't exactly easily forgivable. At least not their intimate ones. "Yes. Cindy."

Cindy nearly stopped her tirade at Jazmine's tone before deciding otherwise, "I refuse to ride home with that…that….ugh! Just please let me ride wit' you!"

"I-"

"No."

"Huey!"

"No."

"Huey," she whispered,"Just take her home. She won't be here forever. Be nice."

"I don't do nice," he said loud enough for Cindy to hear.

"Try it for me," she growled in his ear.

She'd been watching too many of those old-style Marilyn Monroe movies. Sadly it had been working. 5 years as her boyfriend and he still was unable to resist her altogether when he needed to. He turned to face the 'enemy' and scowled at her.

"Get in the car."

"Oh thanks P- or um, Huey."

The car was extremely quiet as Huey concentrated on the road. It had only been 3 minutes into the car ride, but the awkwardness had found a home.

"Why'd you drag Jazzy wit' you?"

"Is it any of your business?"

"Aww com'on, P, you treat this wonderful woman," she gestured to Jazmine, "As if you don't love her. Why the lack of love for her?"

"I think you're confusing her with you," he tightened his hands on the wheel to keep his calm.

"Huey no need to be mean, she's just teasing," Jazmine intervened. She was less worried about his manners (or lack thereof) and more about his hands around Cindy's neck (or lack thereof.)

Cindy poked Huey in the side, "Yeah Huey, be nice to me."

Huey grumbled something close to death under his breath and decided not to respond for the rest of the car trip. Soon enough, the girls began talking about trivial things and he pulled up in front of Cindy's mansion. Neither female even noticed the car stopped until Huey turned around to the backseat and gave Cindy a death glare. Giving her own pathetic glare, she exited the car.

"Peace, Jazz! Bye-bye, Percy."

Before Jazmine could reply, Huey pulled off the curb and continued back to their home.

"What's with your friend?"

"What do you mean her? You're the one acting like a prick towards her!"

"I'm always like that. Since when has she been a bundle of rainbows?"

"Look it doesn't matter now, we're alone and we have each other all to ourselves," she purred and leaned over while he kept his eyes on the road. She dragged her delicate fingers over his pants and licked her lips."It's been nearly a week, Huey. I know we're all focused and everything right now with college and everything. But… I want you."

Just as he pulled into the driveway and stopped the car he took her chin in his hand and crushed his lips against hers. Her lips quivered under his and her tongue begged for entrance to taste his almost foreign flavor. Giving into her, his arms wrapped around her and he grabbed her backside, squeezing it and making her squeal into his mouth. Unable to take anymore, he forced her off of him and exited the car to walk around and open her door. She nearly screamed as he picked her up bridal style and walked to the front of the house.

It was going to be a long night.

At least Cindy didn't ruin everything.


Yet.


It's a little over 2,000 words and there's gonna be at least 6 more chapters so bear with me if it's slow.

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