Super long and really BOOOORRRRRIIIING excpet for the last part -

Hope u like

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Huey moaned as he walked with his younger brother around the campus. Riley was explaining to him the best way to be a gangstah because Huey had no clue, obviously. Riley kept telling him how what kind of car you have tells what kind of person you are.

"You aint gettn my car,"

"But it was grandad's!" Riley wailed, "Why do you automatically get it?"

"Cos I'm the oldest," Huey shrugged, "Besides, you live in walking distance from everywhere you need to be. I don't,"

"C'mon man!"

"I said no,"

Suddenly, a sound erupted both from their thoughts. Looking down they saw a boy playing guitar with his legs crossed indian style. He was strumming a rather happy tune while singing along. Riley's scowl turned into a happy grin as he ran over to the dark skinned boy.

"Caesar! Aw man! I had no clue you went here!"

"Huey? Riley!? How long has it been, guys?" Caesar laughed, standing up and giving Riley a quick but firm handshake and doing the same for Huey, "What you two been up to?"

"Aw man ya know," Riley shrugged, "Stuff,"

"Hey, look, I'm doing a show tomorrow. You guys should go,"

"Sorry dawg, but I gosta get back home," Riley shrugged, "I still got highschool, ya know?"

"Yah. Sucks," Caesar smiled and looked at his old best friend who shrugged.

"Sure. I'll go,"

"Sweet. It's at the theatrical department at two Oclock. You might wanna get there pretty early, though. It's usually packed,"

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Jazmine made a throatal annoyance noise as she looked out from behind the curtain. The place was packed and there was no sign of Caesar. What was she gonna do? She couldn't go out there and sign by herself. Biting her lip, she sat down on her chair and listened to the ipod in her pocket.

"It is vital that we not overlook our own abilities. When we are alone we are just as strong as when we were with our closest friends. What determines a strong person from a weak person is not their abilities to help themselves but their abilities to help others before themselves. For if they can help others and still help themselves without either falling beyond reason, they have done what most find impossible,"

The words made sense to Jazmine. She blinked with her mouth left open agape. She turned up the volume and listened to another one.

"The world is not safe anymore. It is up to us, the strong, to keep not everyone safe, but only those we love most safe. To try and save the world is a useless and hopeless cause. The only way to come close to saving this earth is to teach. To kill ignorance wherever it may lie. It is up to us, brothers and sisters, to douse the flames of ignorance with the life giving water of knowledge and truth,"

"Jazmine!" Caesar exclaimed, coming up to the entranced girl. He smiled at her with the guitar in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Where have you been?"

"Sorry. I had to run back to the house. Ya ready to sing?"

"Of course,"

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Huey drummed his fingers on his table and rolled his eyes. The place was full of hippies and, for lack of a better word, "artists". It stunk of pot, sweat, sex and cigarette smoke.

He had fifteen minutes before the show started. He scaled through the odd ipod he knew so little about the owner. All he knew was that she was clumsy, light skinned and liked Broadway music.

"The internet is for porn," Huey read the title of the song and turned up his nose in disgust. What kind of weird shit was this? He pressed random and listened to the first song that played.

It was a love song sung by a woman…to another woman. Well, not really a love song, it was more like the one woman telling her lesbian lover to accept her as a person. This made Huey's eye brow raise in confusion. The upbeat song turned interesting when the other woman started singing along.

"I look before I leap. I love margins

And discipline.

I make lists in my sleep, baby

What's my sin?

Never quit. I follow through.

I hate mess but I love you,"

He pressed the next button and listened as a new song started to play. This one was more somber and darker.

"The music of the night,"

"Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ..."

The lyrics were cold and harsh. The man singing was obviously alone and hurt many times. There was no joy in his life and he knew the terror and evil that all people possessed.

Suddenly, a familiar girl walked onto stage with a big smile on her face.

"Hello, and welcome everyone. Sorry for the delays but we're gonna get started right away,"

It was her. It was that girl.

Caesar walked out with the guitar in his hands and started strumming a soft tune.

"This is a song I wrote a very long time ago," She said into the mike and smiled.

"Living a life where no one sees me

Don't know what to classify me

who can say who belongs?

Is she black or is she white?

Her hair is nappy but her skin is light

She can't understand if she doesn't look like me,"

Huey drifted out of the lyrics and blinked. She was... mullato? How was that possible? She didn't looke dark at all. He was suddenly very glad that his old best friend was obviously close to this girl. He was going to get his ipod back and he could finally return hers.

When the show had ended, Huey stormed up to Caesar and pulled him away for a bit.

"How do you know that girl?"

"Jazmine? She's my best friend. " Caesar blinked but a smirk soon grew on his devious face, "Lemmie guess, you wanna know if she's taken, right? Nope, buddy. Have at it,"

"Nah, nah I have her ipod," Huey told her flashing the flat device, "And I'm pretty sure she has mine,"

Caesar started to laugh, "Oh man! I shoulda known it was you when she started complaining about all the lame speeches on the thing,"

Huey just stared with annoyance in his eyes.

"Let's go. She's gonna be so happy,"

The two boys walked further back stage were Jazmine was being flooded by friends and the like telling her how amazing she was. She was smiling and thanking everyone graciously, before Caesar grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away.

"Sorry, Folks, we have to take care of some very important business,"

Both Huey and Jazmine were startled when Caesar literally slammed her into Huey's chest. She looked up only to see the surprised scowl of the young man who she recognized from the day before.

I mean, who could forget THAT hair?

"It's you!" She exclaimed, yanking out the ipod, "This is yours. I'm so sorry but I think we got them switched when we bumped into each other,"

"You mean when you bumped into me," Huey muttered, snagging the ipod from her grasp. He tossed hers to her and she clutched onto it like a newly found lost pet.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, obviously not about to tolerate any rudeness at that moment, "I said I was sorry. Can't you accept my apology?"

"Accepting your apology wont change a damn thing. It wont make what happened go away nor will it do me any real good. All it will do is unburden your soul,"

"Uh…well… will you let me make you dinner?"

"Dinner?"

"Yeah. I'm a great cook. Hows about in return for getting knocked down, I'll cook you whatever your favorite meal is," She smiled, "I make great fried chicken,"

There was a pause before Huey's eyes narrowed slightly, "I like vegetables,"

He then turned around and left. Jazmine cocked her head to the side with confusion. She turned to Caesar who was fighting back the urge to laugh.

"That guy's an asshole," She told him, "Where does he get off?"

"Lets walk and talk,"

Heading back to their apartment, Caesar explained to her about Huey's character and how he saw the world much differently than most people. And by differently, he meant darker, harder and crueler.

"How can someone so hot be so miserable?" She finally asked passingly.

"You think he's hot?" He seemed perplexed.

"Well duh," Jazmine exclaimed, "He's got that bad boy scowl and that body…" She shuttered and smiled, "And his butt…"

"Okay! Okay!" Caesar exclaimed, slamming his hands over his ears.

"Well. Looks are all he's got goin for him," She rolled her eyes, "and Now I get to cook him vegetables for dinner,"

"Why'd you even offer?"

"Well I had to do something," She shrugged, "I mean, he's your friend right? I don't want him to hate me,"

"Huey doesn't hate anything, Jazmine," Caesar laughed, "There's things that he tolerates more than others, but he doesn'treally believe in emotions,"

"Well.." Jazmine started, giving her friend a lip, "I want him to tolerate me,"

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Jazmine surveyed herself in the mirror just ten minutes before Huey was supposed to show up. She was wearing a white sun dress with a pretty red flower pattern. It was one of her favorite dresses and it made her feel her prettiest. Caesar walked in and wrinkled his nose.

"Ooh. The dress,"

"What? Is it too formal?" She asked worriedly, "I wore my red flats so it would casual it up,"

"No, but you only wear it when you're nervous,"

"It makes me feel powerful when I feel pretty," She shrugged gently, surveying herself in the mirror, "You should introduce me to more of your hot friends who aren't such weirdos,"

"First of all, none of my friends are hotter than this," Caesar said, gesturing to himself and nodding sagely, "Secondly, Huey isn't so weird. He just takes getting used to,"

Before Jazmine could say anything, there was a steady knocking, making Jazmine jolt a bit. She looked at Caesar who just grinned at her.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you had a thing for him,"

"Don't be stupid," She told him, wrapping an apron around her waist, "Go get the door. Ima go finish up the pasta,"

Huey had his hands shoved in his pockets and his face lowered to stare at his shoes. He felt ridiculous. He should have invited his roommate or even Caesar to come with him. He didn't know this girl and small talk was not a specialty of his.

Suddenly, the door opened and revealed a very pleased Caesar.

"Hey bro!" He exclaimed, "Jazmine's finishing dinner up but she'll be done soon. Come on in,"

Huey walked in, confused but relived, "So… She invite you over to?"

"What? No man, I live here," Caesar laughed, "Jazzy D and me are roomies, ya know?"

Huey's eye rose and Caesar laughed.

"It's nothing like that. Jazz is like my sister or something. I could never… I mean… haha The thought of me and her is like… gross, ya know?"

Huey shrugged and followed him into the sitting area with the TV. Huey scanned the room once over, mozying around where the living room met the eating place. It wasn't big enough to be called a dining room but Huey was pretty sure they'd be eating at the table by the door to what he thought was the kitchen.

"Dinner's ready!"

Suddenly, the door swung open and something collided against him. Both parties were sent tumbling down, Jazmine sprawled over over him, her knee landed on the outside of his thigh, and her chest on his. When she opened her eyes she was startled to find herself staring into a pair of shocked wine colored orbs. She gulped and pulled herself up, blushing furiously.

"I…I am so sorry,"

Huey sat up, also a bit flustered, "That's twice in two days. I hope you don't make it a habit,"

"I know," She wailed, "I didn't I mean… I'm sorry,"

She trailed off when she thought she heard the slightest tinge of humor in his voice. How could that be? Caesar was walking over with a glass in his hand and a smirk on his face.

"Hehe," He chuckled, "Yall kids done wrestling or do ya wanna have dinner?"

Jazmine blushed, "Oh grow up, Caesar! I tripped!"

"You do that a lot around Huey. Boy's gonna think ya just wanna be on top of him,"

"CAESAR!" Jazmine was bright red as she shoved the laughing dark skinned boy into the kitchen. Huey sat there for a minute. He inhaled and sighed. One thing he noticed was how really good she smelled. Like vanilla and sugar. It was a faint smell around the house but it was only when he was close to her that he could smell it.

I wonder what she tastes like…

Woah! Where did THAT thought come from!? Huey shook his head and rolled his eyes. It must have been all that broadway junk. Making his head messed up. He'd go home and listen to Malcom X to clear up his mind. Yah. That'll fix it.

Jazmine and Caesar came back in. Jazmine had a stack of plates and cups, Caesar was holding a big soup pot with oven mits around his hands. Placing the pot at the center of the table, Jazmine placed the dishes down and then each plate got a fork.

Huey took a seat, followed by Caesar and then Jazmine who lifted the lid off the pot.

"You said you liked vegetables so I made pasta salad," She said proudly. Huey looked in to see the curly colorful noodles mingled in with broccoli, tomatoes and cellury. Jazmine seemed upset by his glum look, "You don't like pasta salad? You said you liked vegetables and I didn't know anything else that wouldn't be just a side dish. I'm so sorry I can make something else i-"

"No, it's good," Huey told her, "I like pasta salad,"

"Oh… It's just that… you looked so upset,"

"His face always looks like that," Caesar explained, "Ya know how old ladies always say, 'careful! Your face is gonna freeze like that!' well, I think Huey's really did,"

Huey gave a Caesar a look, "Yah, yah, very funny,"

The dinner went well. Mostly Caesar and Huey talked about times growing up and how the government was conspriaring against their people. Caesar seemed to be humoring Huey though, where as Huey was pretty passionate about the ideas. Jazmine found it all very interesting. Huey was one of the smartest people she had ever heard speak. He seemed to really have a clear mind and not give into nonsense. Not to mention his cold looks made him all the more devilishly handsome.

After dinner, Caesar broke out the wine. Huey had a glass where as Caesar and Jazmine (who didn't need to drive anywhere) had about 4 each. The longer he stayed, the more easier it was for Jazmine to talk to Huey. They ended up getting along just fine, regardless of the fact she didn't care so much about the so called truths Huey was spouting.

Around midnight, which was about 6 hours since Huey's only glass of wine, he started to get ready to leave. Caesar invited him over again whenever he felt like a good meal. Jazmine normally cooked and always made too much for the two of them. Huey had to decline, saying he had dinner plans tomorrow and that he had to study when he got back for a quantom physics test.

"Well why don't you bring it here?" Jazmine asked, "Caesar has that test too, right?"

Caesar smiled and nodded, "Yah man. Just bring it all over and Jazzy D here can whip us up some study snacks,"

Jazmine rolled her eyes, a bit annoyed that Caesar would just volunteer her like that, but honestly, she probably would have done it anyway. She turned and looked at Huey who was still standing in the doorway, "So what's your favorite treat?"

Huey raised an eyebrow and looked at his shoes. He wasn't sure if he had one.

"And don't tell me vegetables," She said sternly with a giggle. He looked up and shook his head.

"No… uh… I like vanilla stuff, I guess,"

She smiled, "Me too!"

Caesar smiled a bit and looked at Huey with a knowing grin, "Well, see you tomorrow,"

"Yeah, tomorrow,"

"Sleep tight!" Jazmine pipped in just as Huey turned around to leave. He paused and looked over his shoulder to wave before heading down the hall. Caesar shut the door and looked down at the noticbly shorter girl.

"What?"

"Oh and don't tell me vegetables," Caesar mocked her,making his voice high pitched and giggley, "Sleep tight, Huey!"

She shoved him lightly, "I was trying to be friendly,"

"Yah, sure," Caesar nudged her back, "Well, I'm gonna go to bed. See you in the morning," Caesar yawned and mozied into the room that was his and shut the door.

"Good night," She sighed after the door was closed and streched her arms. She wasn't quite tired yet so she decided to hop into the shower. She needed to relax a bit.

Once she stepped into the warm water, she worked up a nice lather of shampoo and applied it to her hair. She could feel the nappy curls growing upward and she slightly moaned. She hated her natual hair but was grateful for straighteners. And, in all honesty, after using them so often, her hair was starting to get more and more managable. It was training to not be so curly. It was still pretty nappy but not as bad as usual.

When she was finished bathing, she wrapped herself up in a towel and stepped out infront of the mirror. She combed her hair out and rewashed her face. Acne free and planned on staying that way. Smiling at her reflection, she had just put the blow dryer to her hair when she heard something rustling in the living room. Figuring Caesar was fumbling for the remote, she decided to help him out.

"It's on the coffee tab-" She couldn't finish as she opened the door. She stumbled awkwardly, her wet foot meeting the hard pannel floor, she slipped and landed right on the last person she expected.

"Huey?" She asked, "What are you doing back?"

Huey's face was fire engine red and his mouth was open. She blinked and looked down only to find her towel had come off in the front and she was laying directly ontop of the afro-headed boy.

Her face soon turned colors as she slammed her face down, laying her nose flat on his chest. She didn't know what to do. She tried creeping the towel under her so she could get up, but that caused a lot of fidgeting and she was certain she felt something brush against her knee from under his jeans zipper.

It could be a pen, Jazmine...!!

She looked at him, her humiliation evident.

"I..."

"Get off," He said and closed his eyes tight but the color still burning his face.

"Sorry!" She nearly shrieked, getting up hastily and wrapping the towel firmly around her slim figure, "Okay..." Huey's eyes parted and he sat up, looking up at the still dripping wet girl. He then looked at himself, who was now wet as well.

"You need some balance lessons or something," He told her sternly, and stood up. He turned to the side a bit, as if hiding something.

"I'm sorry," She nearly whined again, "I... I wasn't... I mean..." Suddenly she grew cross, "Wait! What are you doing here!?"

He blushed again, "I uh... well..." He cleared his throat and handed her a folded up peice of paper, "here,"

She took it with one hand, keeping her other gripped tightly on the towel, "What is it?"

"I'm inviting you to my dinner thing," Huey told her,"It's for this...group I'm in and I sorta hafta give a talk. It's formal so dress nicely,"

"Oh, gee, I don't think Caesar has anything formal to wear,"

Huey cleared his throat, "Actually... It's... just for you,"

Her eyes widened, "Oh..."

"It's just... like dinner for dinner, ya know?" Huey fibbed, shoving his hands into his pockets and shooting a gaze to the door, "I was just... gonna leave it with a letter explaining but... uh... well... if you can come than just come if not it doesn't matter,"

She looked at the invitation with curiosity and then looked back at the serious boy before her, "But... I made you dinner to say sorry for taking your ipod,"

"Well... I sorta picked yours up first," Huey admitted, "Just come if you want. I don't care either way,"

Jazmine smiled and ran her finger over the small seal of the paper, "Sounds like fun,"

"Good. I'll pick you up at five forty five tomorrow, then,"

"It's a date,"

Huey cringed at the word she said so effortlessly and sweet. He looked at the door and took a side step, "Kay. Well... uh... bye,"

"Goodnight,"

He had put his hand on the doorknob before he turned to look at her, "You don't...have to make snakcs though... for the study thing,"

"I know,"

He turned the knob and took one step out, "Oh yah, and you should... think about locking this door,"

"Kay,"

"uh... bye,"

"Bye,"

The door snapped shut and Jazmine couldn't hold back her smile. She swung herself in a full circle and kicked her legs merrily. One of the hottest, smartest guys she'd ever met asked her to a very swanky party and she was going to get to dress up!

She giggled and spun on her toes, shaking her hips and singing a little "doo doo da tada dap!" type song (you know!)

Suddenly, the door clicked

"Forgot my...keys," Huey's pause was because of the funny dancing girl in the living room who immediately spun back around, her hair smacking her in the face and her fists clenched into tiny balls of embarressment.

"Oh... well... you might need those,"

"Ye...ah," Huey said, snagging the items that Jazmine secretly hated from the small table by the door, "Well... good uh... good bye,"

The door snapped shut and Jazmine crumbled on the ground, letting out a rather painful moan.

Why am I'm such a goofball!!!

After Huey shut the door, he couldn't help but smirk as he started down the long hall way. That girl was too much... but oddly enough... he couldn't help but wonder about her. Ever since she invited him to dinner... she had been plaguing his thoats. Maybe it was all that music.

yah. Must have been the music.

Looking at his ipod, he opened up a random file labeled as "Untitled" (which happened to be one of the fles Jazmine hadn't noticed) and played the first track listed. Rage Against the Machine; Take the Power back.

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uh yah so next chapter shouldnt be so overwhelming and boring

I think Huey just PUTS himself in her way on PURPOSE!

snickers naughty, naughty huey.