Yeah, so…this is my first one-shot for The Boondocks. I love that show! (Huey Freeman is my favorite character.) I really hope this story isn't too much like xXxJazzy B. RealxXx's (my favorite Boondocks author) story, Poetic Apology. That's my favorite HxJ story. I added my own twist to mine, though.

In my opinion, I really don't approve the pairing HueyxJazmine, but it is somewhat cute I guess, and I get why some people do pair them.

Well, anyways, here goes nothing…

Hope

The sky was a calming yellow-orange from the sun setting in the far off horizon in the city of Woodcrest. There were light breezes in the air as the young, dark-tanned African-American's thick afro blew forward with the breeze blowing southeast.

He sat by an oak tree, leaning his back against the tall old tree that rooted amongst his signature spot up a hilltop, reading a book. His brown wine eyes scanned through the words of the sentences and paragraphs ever so carefully, interested in the meaningful poetry.

Huey could hear the sound of feet crunching through the strong field of grass and dandelions through the calming breezes. He slightly rolled his eyes, not bothering to look up at who it was walking his way. He knew exactly who it was.

"Huey!" the mulatto girl cried in excitement. There was no response from the Revolutionary, as he kept reading his brown book of poems. Jazmine's light-caramel face scrunched up impatiently. She huffed and put her hands on her hips. "What the heck are you doing?" Her emerald eyes squinted distastefully.

Still not acknowledging the poofy-haired girl—which was making Jazmine even more mad—he simply turned a page of his book and continued to read.

The girl growled. Why won't he listen to me?! "Huey~!" she whined.

The wine-eyed boy blew out a puff of air, slightly annoyed. "What, Jazmine?" he finally answered calmly, still looking at his book.

Her heart skipped a beat. She felt a little better now that he answered her. "I asked what you are doing."

"Reading," he deadpanned.

Jazmine scoffed. "Reading? Reading what?"

"Poetry," came Huey's reply.

"Poetry? Why are you reading 'poetry'?"

"Jazmine, why you keep asking a question with a question?" he uttered, finally looking up at her.

The ten-year-old mulatto girl looked at her feet apprehensively. "I don't know." She took a step closer to Huey. "But really, why are you reading at a time of day like this?" She smiled and looked at the beautiful sunset in the horizon, which made both their eyes glisten.

Huey just shrugged. "I don't have anything better to do."

"Why don't we play something?" Jazmine suggested, adorning a light blush. Her eyes were widened expectantly at him as her smile turned sheepish.

"Eh, no thanks." His apathetic eyes slid back to the sentences of the pages.

Jazmine's face fell, clearly bugged. She marched over to the Revolutionary, sandy-brown Uggs crunching and crushing the grass and dandelions. "Gimme that!" she demanded, snatching the thin book out his hands. She quickly scanned over the words, brows furrowing.

Jazmine groaned loudly. "Why do you even read this piece of junk?! It's nonsense!" she exclaimed, throwing the book down in a heap. As soon as the book was thrown, Huey got to his feet.

"What is wrong with you, Jazmine?!" he glowered, though not looking too furious.

"Why won't you listen to me!?" she countered, fists balled at her sides.

"I was listening to you, Jazmine. Can't I read and listen at the same time?" he said the last part with sarcasm, but with his soft, casual voice, Jazmine couldn't tell otherwise.

"No, you can't!" Now she was becoming dramatic. The strawberry-blonde stomped her foot and continued, "You never, ever listen to me and you know it. You're always reading these dumb books, and you never, ever smile!"

Jazmine took a step forward, trying to stand her ground. Huey felt his face grow dejected under her gaze. "Why are you always so heartless and mean, Huey Freeman? Oh, I know why, because you just want to make everyone around you miserable because you're miserable!"

The harsh words of the ten-year-old mulatto girl had made Huey's heart sink tremendously. He was truly hurt.

A single breeze wisped between the two in the silence. Huey's shoulders sunk down as he didn't say anything whereas Jazmine continued to glare. Wordlessly, Huey bent down and picked up his book of beautiful poetry before turning around and walking away.

Jazmine watched his retreating back as he walked down the hilltop. Right when he was completely gone, leaving her all alone, she gasped and covered her mouth, realizing what she had just done. "Huey, I-I didn't mean…"

Jazmine dropped to her knees as warm tears rolled down her cheeks. I'm so awful. Now I've probably lost my best friend…

Then, through her watered emerald eyes, she saw a single sheet of paper that looked like it had come from Huey's book on the grass. Jazmine sniffled and gently picked up the paper. After wiping the last strands of tears with the sleeve of her jacket, she read the poem that was on the paper:

Keep hope in your heart. Keep it there till there's more; more of what many should have, but are just too afraid to hold. Hope is like a crystal: rare, precious, and bold. Hope is what makes us humans; hope is what's in our souls. Each day that comes and goes, each night that passes by is just another step for our hopes to come alive. We see what's in right and wrong. We see what's in bad and good. We see what others and most don't see. What beauty and wonder hope can hold.

—Rachel Fogle

Jazmine didn't know exactly what the poem had meant, but it had touched her in some way. She had finally figured out that was why the afro-headed boy was so into this type of literature. Even though Huey said he read poetry because he didn't have anything better to do, the mulatto girl couldn't help but think that he was reading the book for another reason.

Jazmine gasped as an idea sparked within her mind, snapping her fingers. She quickly folded the paper in half and stuffed it in her pants pocket before running down the hilltop towards her house. The sun had completely set at her wake, gradually turning the orange sky into dark blue as nighttime followed.

Huey woke up the next morning and found a piece of paper on his porch, folded neatly into a square. In the middle paper, it read in cursive handwriting:

To: Huey

From: Jazmine

Once Huey read that the folded paper was from Jazmine, he arched an eyebrow in confusion. He just shrugged with his usual passive expression and heedfully unfolded the paper to read what she had written:

Sometimes I wish you were some sort of open book that I could read through so I could know more about you and try understanding you better; but at the same time, I'm glad you're not an open book, as I'd like to learn and appreciate new things about you from the little things.

I'm really sorry for what I said to you yesterday. I don't want to hurt your feelings again, since I know I did, and I didn't mean to. I hope you can forgive me.

And you know, that poetry you were reading is actually really good. I read one of them that came from your book called, "Hope" by Rachel Fogle, and it reminded me of you.

Thanks for being such a good friend to me, Huey.

Love,

Jazmine

Huey felt his cheeks somewhat warm up into a blush. He kept rereading the letter in astonishment at how honest and well-written it was. He never knew Jazmine could write such a heartfelt letter.

Huey walked upstairs to his room and sat at his computer desk, staring at the letter. After rereading it one last time, he thought of something un-Huey like; something he never thought he'd do eons from now.

He was going to write her back.

The Revolutionary took out a black ink pen from one of the drawers in his desk and began writing his acceptance underneath the "Love, Jazmine" on the paper:

Sometimes I wish you were some sort of open book that I could read through so I could know more about you and try understanding you better; but at the same time, I'm glad you're not an open book, as I'd like to learn and appreciate new things about you from the little things.

I'm really sorry for what I said to you yesterday. I don't want to hurt your feelings again, since I know I did, and I didn't mean to. I hope you can forgive me.

And you know, that poetry you were reading is actually really good. I read one of them that came from your book called, "Hope" by Rachel Fogle, and it reminded me of you.

Thanks for being such a good friend to me, Huey.

Love,

Jazmine

I'm glad you liked the poem. It's one of my favorites. We are still friends, and probably will always be friends.

We might even become more than that one day… Who knows? Just hope.

I accept your apology, Jazmine.

Your friend,

Huey

And when Jazmine received his response in her mailbox that afternoon, she hugged the letter tightly against her chest, hopping up and down whilst squealing with joy. A radiant smile graced her lips.

Okay, so uh…review, please? (I do not own the poem that was displayed.)

~NickiMinajandRihannaFan

Edited on 10/14/2018.