Disclaimer: Boondocks is something I do not own

P.S.- This is now edited a bit, so there's been a few changes in dialogue to better fit the story.

Chapter One: June 6th

It's hard admitting your love for someone, but it's even harder when that person tells you they don't feel the same. It can burn you up inside, make you wish that you were invisible or better yet never born to begin with. If I could travel back in time...well I think I still would have done the exact same thing. Sure it hurt at first and I cried for weeks when he told me, in a pretty harsh way mind you, that he didn't like me like that...or at all. But at the same time I felt relieved, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It's kind of weird though, I mean here I was, this bubbly, innocent and pure little eleven year old girl and in some sick twist of fate, I just had to fall for a harsh, pessimistic eleven year old domestic terrorist that wanted nothing to do with me at first.

Before I met him I'd always thought I fall in love with a prince, me being ten at the time, but then he came into my life. That mocha colored boy with the big poofy hair like mine, those dark eyes that were so full of contempt, it was like he already had me at first glance. He and his brother had arrived in Woodcrest with their grandfather, and it was safe to say they weren't exactly jumping for joy about it. At that very moment I felt drawn to him, maybe it was the hair, I mean the kids at school really teased me a lot about my own hair so I didn't have too many friends because of that, so I figured we could relate to one another. Even if he didn't look like he wanted to talk to anyone, even if he seemed angry to be in this town, and even if he disliked me from the start...which he kind of did. I saw him as a potential friend, maybe even a best friend. The merely thought of it made me all giddy inside.

So I figured I had to say something to him, only before I could open my mouth, he already beat me to it. "Hey," he was glaring at me now. "Don't stare, it's not polite. What, you've never seen a black kid before?"

His words came off as harsh and rude, but it didn't really register with me. All I did in response was cock my head to the side and tell him bluntly "I like you, you're cute."

He didn't really react, just gave me a flew blinks before turning away from me. I remember him muttering something about me being a weirdo, but again, it didn't phase me. I was already enamored by him, and I made it my mission to make him my friend.

Since that day, I never stopped bothering him. Each and everyday I would go over to his house, sometimes wanting to play, sometimes just because I wanted to see his face. Almost every time he'd slam the door in my face, and it didn't deter me. At the time I didn't know why, I would just repeat this process every morning until the day came that he finally caved in and allowed me into his house. After that, we developed a sort of "pact" as he referred to it, but as far as I was concerned he was my friend, even if he insulted me or ruined all my childhood dreams, I still never left his side. It took me a whole year to figure it out, as well as a conversation with my parents, but I finally understood what was going on. I developed a crush on him, in a single year he had become my prince, and after realizing this, I felt a strong urge to tell him exactly how I felt. So I got dressed, made myself look extra pretty, put on my biggest smile, and marched my way up to the hill, where I found him sitting at our "spot", under the giant tree.

"What do you want Jazmine?" he sighed, not even bothering to look in my direction.

"This isn't your special spot Huey, it's ours remember?"

"I don't remember declaring this a special spot," he told me flipping a page. "It's just a place I happen to find serenity in, until you decide to show up and ruin it."

"That's mean," I took a seat next to him. "So whatcha reading?"

He gave me his 'look', the one where he'd arch his eyebrow and purse his lips. It was his questioning look and, now that I look back on it, he was always adorable when he did that. "Why are you bothering me more than usual today?"

"I'm not bothering you," I told him simply. "Now tell me what you're reading."

"If you must know," he spoke. "It's a book on slavery, it's called Chains."

"Slavery?" I asked cocking my head to the side. I didn't know too much about slavery at the time, but from the bits and pieces Huey told me about I knew it wasn't a good thing. "Why do you always read such depressing books?"

"Sorry that I like reading up on our history," Huey said rolling his eyes. "Now leave me alone and go play with your dolls or something."

"But I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I..." Nothing would come out. I had no idea what was wrong with me, in the morning I said it easily to the mirror. I had been saying it in my head for the entire day. "I-I..." I couldn't say it, it was like there was a lump in my throat preventing me from talking or breathing.

"Well?" Huey asked arching an eyebrow. "Jazmine, please tell me this ain't some stupid game you're playing."

Now he was looking at me with the 'look', which only made it ten times harder for me to say it. I had to opt out somehow, so I just said the first thing that popped into my head. "I want ice cream."

He looked at me quizzically, like I was some kind of idiot or something, but then he just shrugged and turned around to continued his reading. "Then go ask Tom to buy you some and leave me alone."

I didn't say anything, I couldn't. For some reason my heart was thumping in my chest so hard that it was unbearable, I was sweating like it was a hundred degrees outside, and I was completely terrified. Being a more than naive eleven years old, I didn't know what I was going through. When I ran back home I asked Daddy to check my temperature to see if I was sick, he told me I was fine, but I didn't feel like it.

Looking back on it now I see that I completely overreacted to the situation, but as I stated before I was only eleven, what did I know? How was I to know that I was experiencing my first love?

The next day at school wasn't easy at all, I didn't talk once, I barely ate, and I couldn't concentrate on anything. After school I found myself sitting under the tree just pulling on some grass while thoughts of Huey flooded my mind. I wanted to tell him, but at the same time I didn't. I know that he'll probably brush it off, call me stupid and say something that was supposed to make me sad, but normally I never thought this much about him saying something like that.

"Hey," speak of the devil. "What's up with you? You haven't been bothering me all day, you sick or something?"

My ears perked up, it may have been the blind love I was going through but I could have sworn I heard an ounce of concern in his voice. That delusion stirred something up in me, and I felt a newfound confidence coarse throughout my body. Quickly, I turned to him and gave him the biggest grin I could muster. "It's not a big deal, I think I have a big crush on you." It came out a lot easier, smoother, and I barely felt any nervousness at all.

Ah, the joys of being eleven.

Just like our first meeting, he didn't react, he didn't even blink this time. He just looked at me, no emotion present on his face before sighing and rubbing the back of his head. "Well, that explains a lot," he said finally. "You spend way too much time around me."

"You knew?"

"I had a hunch."

I giggled, for no reason, and looked up at him still smiling. His eyes darted toward me before he stuck his hands in his pocket saying "In case you're wondering, the answer's no."

"You barely even thought about it."

"I barely even like you as a friend," he said coldly. "What makes you think I'd like you any more than that?"

If I had been the ten year old Jazmine, I'd probably burst into tears right then and starting screaming, "why don't you like me?!"

However, I was used to this by now, and there was also something in the back of my mind telling me that he didn't mean it. That he wasn't telling me the entire truth and maybe he was just as nervous as I was. I will admit a was a bit disappointed, but it was the kind of disappointment that you have when you don't get that toy you wanted. I didn't get him this year, but maybe the next time he'll say yes.

"Besides," he added. "It's all in your imagination. You think you have a crush on me, but it's just the fact that you've spent most of your time around me and no one else. You'll get over it when you get more friends."

I smiled brightly at him. "Nope." I shook my head. "I'm gonna like you forever, and I'll wait until you like me back." The way I sounded was like I was telling him I was gonna get that toy someday.

"Don't hold your breath," he muttered walking down the hill toward his house.

I grinned and decided to show him up by yelling "Just you wait Freeman! You're gonna fall in love with me! Even if it takes ten years I'll still be waiting!"

Huey stopped walking and turned to me giving me a scowl, I flashed him my pearl white teeth earning a scoff as he continued down the hill. I couldn't help but laugh, this was all like a game to me. A game I wanted to win. However, I had no idea how agonizing those next ten years were gonna be.

A/N: This is another story I decided to work on, I feel like getting back into my Jazmine x Huey mood. Sorry about how short it is, the next chapter will be longer.

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