"We are homesick most for the places we have never known."

"Y'know, you have some weird eyes Huey."

"Weird?"

"Yeah, they're like all…burgundy-ish or browny-red-ish..I don't know."

Fourteen-year-old Huey just stared at his best friend, trying to make since of her observation as they sat in the Woodcrest Public Library. She was always making comments about his physical features, such as his poofy hair and facial expressions, while he tried his best to tolerate it.

His nose was in a newly picked book as she spoke, often glancing up at her to show that he was listening. But um, he really wasn't. He'll catch a word or two from her speech, repeat the words in a questioning way, and glance up at her. But truthfully, he wasn't really listening.

"You know what else I don't understand?"

"What else?"

"I don't get how you pretend to listen to me, when you really aren't Freeman." She said the last part in a harsh but still frilly tone. Huey looked up at her, his eyes wide as he gave her the tiniest of sheepish looks he could manage.

"Sorry," he said simply, closing his book with a sigh. "Now, what were you saying?"

Happy that she now had her friend's full attention, she continued to jibber-jabber about odd and irrelevant things, often asking for his own opinions, which he would respond with such things as "I guess" or "Whatever you think Jazmine".

Huey would just watch as she talked, noticing how her wide kiwi eyes would sparkle in excitement, or how her thin petite eyebrows would quirk up in confusion when she was stuck on something. Or even the way her innocent voice always sent his mind spiraling. Her naïve thoughts alone were just amusing to him, though obviously he never showed it.

Though, he would often wonder if she could see his feelings about things. Could she tell that he cared for her? Could she detect it in his eyes, or are they too blank and cold for any emotions to possibly display? Huey frowned at the thought.

"I'd really wish you'd stop frowning like that all the time," her voice snapping him out of his thoughts. She was smiling at him, one of her eyebrows quirked up, as if she were mocking one of his own famous expressions. Huey rolled his eyes, now feeling the urge to return to his book.

Then out of nowhere, she reached over the table and ran a light hand through his fluffy hair in curiosity. She giggled when she felt him tense up, knowing how serious he could be sometimes.

"Jazmine-"he started with a scowl, though she shushed him and continued to run her hand gently through his mass of fluffiness.

Her soft fingers rubbed through his scalp in a soothing motion, comforting him. His hair was soft, the curls running over as she moved her hand through. She watched as his bold eyes relaxed, no longer as alarming as they were. Within moments, she could feel his breathing slowing in a calm manner, as his tense shoulders softened.

Jazmine smiled lightly, letting this go on for a few more seconds before stopping abruptly, pulling her hand away. His eyes widened again as the soothing touch disappeared, looking up at her in bewilderment. His cheeks turned, now realizing that he actually liked her nostalgic touch. It was a new feeling that he never actually felt with her.

He longed for more.

Jazmine smiled once more, her own cheeks darkening a little as she looked at him. She could see the new sparkle in his eyes that was never there before, like she managed to arouse something out of him.

"Did that feel nice?" she then asked with a small giggle.

Huey furrowed his eyebrows in response, trying hard to hide his embarrassment. Half of him wanted to scold himself for letting his guard down, but another half was curios that a new feeling had surfaced for him. He was relaxed, completely, and that's something that doesn't happen often.

"Why'd you do that?" he said, his tone more curious than mean. Jazmine only shrugged her shoulders.

"I just wanted to touch your hair," she giggled. "It's fluffy, y'know?"

Huey took his hands and fluffed his afro back up, his regular scowl returning. He wanted to scold her for touching him for no reason, invading his space in an unusual way. But, he has to admit, it did feel good.

"So, I'm guessing you don't usually let people mess with your hair, huh?" Jazmine continued, her kiwi eyes glowing again in amusement. She was really enjoying getting the best of him.

Huey snorted, rolling his eyes in a fit of stubbornness. There was nothing she could say to possibly get a rise out of him. Teasing him was useless. He then stood up from the library table, picking up his book in the process. "You think you're hilarious, don't you?" he mumbled under his breath in a sarcastic tone. Knitting his eyebrows together, as he pushed his chair back in.

Jazmine did the same, getting up from her spot and pushing her chair in, furrowing her eyebrows to mock him. Huey huffed before walking off, extremely annoyed with her at this moment. He heard her giggle as she followed him uninvitingly.

"Oh c'mon Huey, I know you're not that upset!" she laughed, tugging on his jacket sleeve as they walked through the library's exit. Huey jerked his sleeve away, which only seemed to amuse her even more.

"I'm not upset..I'm annoyed!"

"Same thing, silly!"

"It is not!

"It is too!"

Huey rolled his eyes again. Then he stopped to fix his scarf, Jazmine coming up beside him, as the falling snowflakes decorated all around them.

She took this opportunity to hug him.

He froze instantly, as if he were a statue in her arms. "Jazmine, what-"but this time, he stopped himself. He too, didn't want this moment to end, enjoying her warmness. They were quiet for a moment, allowing the peacefulness to pass between them as they just stood there. The cold winter air surrounded them, making their warm bodies even more desirable.

"It really is cold outside.." Jazmine said then, her voice muffled by his jacket. Huey nodded as his arms un-expectantly wrapped themselves around her in return. Jazmine seemed to melt, her cheek pressed into his shoulder.

This was the same previous feeling Huey had felt. The same soothing feeling, something that he's been missing for a while. And now that it's resurfaced, he can't to let go of it.

Jazmine's poofy hair tickled his nose as she pulled away then, her face flushed with pink from the coldness. Jazmine felt the fluttery buzz in her stomach as their eyes met once more, green meeting wine.

That's when the wind started to pick up, and the two quietly began walking home again.

Hello! Okai, so this is my first story on here. I'm not sure if it's a one-shot or not, so just lemme know what you think it should be. Critical reviews are welcome! I'm a huge fan of The Boondocks, and I'm thinking about writing more. Thank you!