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Chapter 7: A Hoe Lot of Trouble


It was very early in the morning, exactly 5:39 a.m. if their alarm clock was right. Huey wasn't sure why, but he found himself unable to sleep another second. His eyes snapped open like he was on drugs. The little light that came in through their bedroom window wasn't much, but it did allow him to see the peacefully sleeping face of his ten year-old wife, Jazmine Dubois- wait no; she had now been Jazmine Freeman for a while now. So really she was Mrs. Huey Freeman.

He gave a small smile down at her as she snuggled deeper into the covers, her face as angelic as always. He wasn't sure why, but she had the effect to make him smile over just about anything; didn't mean he did physically, but he still did it mentally. She wasn't what he had always thought he wanted in a wife, but she was still… something he couldn't peg. When she was around him, which was almost constantly, he would get this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. His blood would run cold or boil hot if she even looked his way him. He wasn't sure what to call these… feelings, the word being so foreign to him that it made him shiver just thinking it, so he observed and compiled his data for later analyzation.

He needed something to eat. He didn't understand that either, but looking at her made him want to fulfill some kind of appetite, so he slowly climbed out of bed. As he got out Jazmine rolled over and grabbed his pillow like it was leaving forever.

"Mmm… Huey, make me more pancakes please… No with ice cream, pepperoni, and pickles on top, silly…" Jazmine said in her sleep with a girlish giggle as Huey made a disgusting face. He had actually made that for her one morning and it nauseated him to no end how she could eat that garbage.

He walked out of the room, being sure to open and close their bedroom door with carefully silence so as not to wake his wife. …He wasn't sure why, but even now it still felt weird to call her that. Oh well, he needed food.


He went down the hall, down the stairs, and into the kitchen, one of the few places where a definite line was drawn between him and Jazmine. While he and Jazmine couldn't agree on most things food was one of the biggest, right under which Stars Wars character was greater; Yoda or Obi-Wan. He loved vegetables, fruits, and tofu; just as all great people did. Yet, Jazmine loved being a meat-eating, animal-munching, baby cow-killing carnivore with a passion like no other. She had a picture on the wall of their local McDonald's for being the 'Most Frequent Customer'. Though that stopped when they got married that didn't mean she still didn't go almost every day with her parents; damn those two for corrupting her with their Big Mac lusting ways.

He shrugged as he opened the refrigerator. He knew Jazmine and he just had different tastes. There was nothing really wrong with letting animals. Hell, it kept the government from using them to attack real African American culture. He looked into his refrigerator and saw that there was… nothing. No seriously; not a goddamn thing was in there but a half-empty water bottle and some three day-old chicken noodle soup, which he threw away after smelling it.

He closed the fridge and opened the cabinets around the kitchen; they were all empty, except a box of Cherry Pop-tarts, which he threw away because he had no clue what possessed him to buy Cherry, everyone hated Cherry. He sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. How could he have let them run out of food? Why didn't he go… grocery shopping last month?

He slapped his forehead as he thought of that question. He remembered why now; because of what happened when they first when shopping. That was… something he didn't want a repeat of. He had let that fear accumulate in the back of his mind until it came to this; no food and he still had to confront the problem. It was just that he couldn't let that happen again. He may have never shown or told anyone about this, but he was afraid. Yes, Huey Percival Freeman was afraid of something. He was afraid… of Jazmine being taken from him… that way. He wasn't sure what he would do if anything happened to her; especially something like that. Jazmine was far too innocent to know what was really happening to her, but he knew and that is what scared him the most. The fact that he knew, Jazmine didn't, and that it could have actually… gone all the way through if he hadn't gotten there in the nick of time. If he hadn't been there in just that second she could have been-

No, Huey shook his head of those thoughts. That would and will never happen to Jazmine and he swore that on his life! He'd be in jail on Death Row before or if that ever came close to happening again! He sighed deeply as he let his head impact the table with no real care. He really needed some food. He was sure Granddad would be running out soon too; with the way Riley ate if no one stopped him. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone by going grocery shopping with Granddad. Yeah, he resolved, that'd work, and he wouldn't have to admit his fear. One point for connective thought logic!

He got up from the table and made it too the stairs. He looked up at them and suddenly, with the lack of food on the front of his mind, they seemed like a mountain ready to be climbed. Too bad that mountain didn't know Huey Freeman could be just like any other black person; a lazy ass nigga. He waved a hand at the stair dismissively as he turned away and plopped down on the living room sofa. He laid down and covered himself with the blanket thy had for watching movies; those stairs could kiss his black-ass if they thought he felt like going back up them when his hungry-ass had already gone down them once. He nodded off to second, but in what seemed like the blink of an eye Jazmine was shaking him away with a look of concern on her face. He really liked just how green her eyes seemed when they were filled with concern. She smiled upon seeing that he was finally waking up; after gentle batting her away while telling her, "Riley… go away… I don't wanna smell your socks…" It was a relief that he was only sleepy and not mentally insane.

"Huey, are you okay? I woke up and you weren't in bed. I came down, and found you here murmuring about cutting off somebody's something and shoving it down their throat if they touched me. Who touched me and what were you going shove down their throat?" Jazmine asked naively as Huey's face heated up a bit, but he still remained stone faced as he shook his head.

"Don't worry about it; it was only a dream." Huey said as he flipped the blanket off him. He realized that he hadn't even changed when he looked down at his t-shirt and boxers. He looked up to see Jazmine with her arms behind her back; proudly displaying her long My Little Pony nightgown. He needed to burn that in the fireplace once they got back.

"Jazmine, take a shower and get dressed, we're going grocery shopping with my Granddad today. Be sure to get the list while I take a quick shower and get dressed to." Huey said as she nodded and when up the stairs. As soon as she did he flopped back down on the sofa. He needed sleep. The digital DVD clock read 8:10 a.m. and he was not feeling good today. Maybe that shower would help.


He got up; being sure to refold their blanket, and then he went up stairs. He could hear water running and Jazmine singing off-key which meant she was already in the shower. He went into their bedroom while Jazmine was still singing way off-key. He went up to his dresser and pulled out his clothes; a khaki t-shirt, his lucky number 7 jacket, a pair of boxers, and some blue jeans. His black shoes were still by the closet; since he was too lazy to put them inside last night, so he concluded to wear those. Now all he needed were socks, which were on his feet. He shrugged as he went into their bedroom's bathroom. He and Jazmine had argued over it and they resolved to alternate the use of the Master Bathroom every week, with this week being his.

After having taken a shower and gotten dressed he saw that Jazmine was sitting at the kitchen table with… a crayon in hand and a tablet. He face-palmed himself as he walked up to her.

"Jazmine… what the hell are you doing?" Huey asked as she looked up at him with a smile.

"Making the grocery list, silly." She replied with a girlish giggle. His face softened a bit but that laugh wasn't pleasant enough to get him to relent.

"Jazmine, you don't use a crayon to make a grocery list. You use a pen or pencil." Huey said as he took the tablet away from her and got a pen from a kitchen drawer. She puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms at him.

"Why? It doesn't really matter what I write in, so long as you can read it, right?" She questioned as Huey scoffed at her.

"Except the fact is that I can't read your handwriting in crayon and it looks like chicken shi- scratch." Huey said, almost going to far as she looked at him with wide eyes.

"Are you trying to say my writing is ugly?" She questioned as she walked over to him and pocked him in his chest for emphasize. He batted her finger away as he smirked down at her, which was kind of hard since they were just about the same height, with him only being a couple of inches taller.

"No… I'm saying it's illegible." Huey said as he finished the list, folded it, and placed it inside his jacket pocket; all while she was looking at him in confusion.

"What's that mean?" She exclaimed as she ran after him, since he had left the kitchen and was heading toward the front door. He chuckled to himself as he opened the door and let her threw first.

"Get a dictionary and find out." He said simply as he closed the door behind himself and locked it. Her face fell as they walked off their property and on to the sidewalk.


It wasn't a long walk since Granddad and Riley lived within eye-view. Huey knocked on the door as Jazmine rang the doorbell. They looked at each other in confusion, but Huey's facial expression quickly turned to annoyance.

"Why did you ring the doorbell, Riley's usually up watching BET at this time?" Huey asked as Granddad shouted for Riley to get the door.

"Because we don't want Riley, we want to talk to MR. Freeman." Jazmine answered as Riley came to the door. Huey shook his head at her and turned to Riley.

"It's just, Huey gay-ass and his hoe, Jazmine!" Riley yelled into the house as Huey smacked Riley upside the head twice while walking into the house. Jazmine asked what a hoe was, but still greeted Riley and followed Huey into the house.

"Same answer as before; get a dictionary and look it up." Huey replied to her question as Granddad came from upstairs; fully dressed this time.

"Boy, what the hell do you want? I hope yo house ain't burned down, because yo black-ass can't move back in with me. I'm sorry cutie-pie, but you and yo nigga husband go have to live with yo mommy and daddy." Granddad said as Huey raised a brow while Jazmine giggled at him.

"No Mr. Freeman, our house didn't burn down. We just wanted to know if you wanted to go grocery shopping with us." Jazmine replied with amusement in her voice. Granddad struck a thinking pose and then when into the kitchen and opened his fridge, to which there was a little food, but not much more than Huey and Jazmine had; which was nothing.

"You know, I do need more food here. That damn Riley eat like the black-hole nigga. Come on, we're going grocery shopping, but I hope you brought your wallet or checkbook, boy, because I ain't buying nobody food except this house." Granddad said as he went upstairs to fetch his wallet. Huey nodded with a bored expression on his face. He had made sure to bring his ATM card and at least four hundred dollars along with him at any given time. He would never be without money again, but he realized that his inheritance would only last so long. True it was big, but he'd have to be sure to find some way to bring more money in. Maybe he could give Traban a call and see how he made enough money to travel from Laplace to Woodcrest on the whim of meeting him and attending a garden party.

"Alright let's go!" Granddad said as he bound down the stairs. They all got into Granddad's car, to which Huey protested that they could drive there themselves.

"Nigga hush; just get in the car! Don't think that just 'cause you married and live in yo own house I won't beat ya little ass, because I will!" Granddad said as he pushed Huey into the front seat while Riley and Jazmine rode in the back.


The drive was nothing interesting, and the first 30 minutes of shopping were a breeze, but then came that one thing you see I every supermarket. The-

"I want candy! Dammit, I hate you! You're ruining my life! Bitch, candy! I want candy! Give me candy! Give me candy! I want CANDY!" A young boy yelled as he threw things and shattered glass. Huey raised a brow at the kid, while Jazmine was shocked and Riley was cracking up laughing on the floor. Granddad wasn't really paying attention as he looked through… things Huey couldn't even begin to tell Jazmine about. White people were just staring at the boy's fit with distain and outright disgust.

"Herbert", the boy's mother said weakly as Huey rolled his eyes. If he was named that he'd be a badass kid too. Huey had to guess the boy finally found out how lame his name was, "remember we had an agreement. We had an agreement on how we behave in a store, Herbert." His mother tried as he continued his tantrum in the store, plainly ignoring her. Huey scoffed at the woman's words. Who the hell has an agreement with a 4 year-old child? Bitch you're at least 25 by the looks of you. If you don't control your kid- Huey stopped that train of thought as it sounded far too much like something Riley would say, though he did not dispute the truth of what he was thinking.

"I want candy and marshmallow! Give it to me! Give it to me! And I want pasta, and none of that Chef Boyardee crap! I want candy and marshmallow!" The boy yelled as he broke more things and pushed over shelves.

The mother cried as she was helpless to control her child. Huey would have walked away, but that little badass kid had destroyed the last jar of pickles, something he had to hold Jazmine back for. His wife was very serious about pickles for some reason. It was then Granddad turned around, and Huey and Riley could tell that a new kind of hell was about to be unleashed.

"He sure looks like a handful." Granddad commented nonchalantly. Huey and Riley didn't even realize they both sighed in relief together. Maybe Granddad wasn't about to bring a new terror on the world.

"When he gets like this, I just don't know how to make him stop." The mother choked out as she sobbed to herself. Granddad gave her and the boy a look.

"Did you ever try beatin' his ass?" Granddad asked casually as the woman gasped upon the sudden realization that she could hit her child. Mean while Huey and Riley went wide eyed and frightened. Damn, they spoke to soon!

As the boy prepared to throw down some eggs he looked up in fear and slight curiosity at the sight of Granddad taking off his belt. The boy's eyes widened upon seeing Granddad hand the belt off to his mommy. He stood there; paralyzed in fear as Granddad showed her the proper whipping technique. Huey and Riley really felt for the kid, which was incredible since neither of them were emotionally apathetic toward the plight of other people easily; especially Huey. Yet, at one of these times, they had both felt a small bit of pity toward the kid. Being on the end of the many whipping techniques Granddad was showing the woman, especially Riley, they wanted to help him. But then they looked over to the remains of what once were Frosted Flakes and Apple Jacks, so yeah; the kid had to get an ass-kickin' for fucking with their favorite cereals.

The mother lunged at the boy and tackled him. She brought the belt high and started tearin' that boy's little white ass!

"You must have lost yo goddamn mind!" The mother said as she began her assault on the boy.

Huey and Riley actually had to turn away the way she was beating the kid. They knew Granddad was a pro with a belt in his hand, but this woman was far younger and could whip far more ass than Granddad could before getting tired. Huey looked over to the white people who were now smiling and happily going about their business as if the boy's loud cries for help were joyous music. He guessed that no matter what race; every adult loved to see a kid disciplined through the use of a leather belt.

"Come on children; a job well done here." Granddad said cheerfully as they continued their shopping, moving away from the wails for help the boy was making and the sound of leather making new marks on flawless skin. Riley knew that sound a little too well.


"Not many men would stop to help a woman in need." A pleasant and lovely voice came from behind them.

They turned to see it was a vision of loveliness. It was a woman of average height, and just about 25 years-old. She had luscious curves and showed them off very well in her booty shorts and mini-top. She had long blonde hair, a flawless tan complexion, and emerald green eyes like Jazmine.

Huey watched her with a critical eye, as she approached them with her shopping cart. She was… damn! Now he knew what wet dreams were made of, and Riley too quickly came upon that realization to as he finally turned to see what bitch was interrupting his time. Though both of them quickly realized that she was not what they wanted.

Jazmine glared at her with her arms crossed over her chest as she felt an emotion she had never had for anyone before. It was like she was angry, but she couldn't explain it. It was like this… hussy would take her Huey away, but she didn't know why she thought that. She turned to Huey and saw that he was giving the woman his bored and uninterested look… yet; there was something different about it. There was this look in his eye that said he was more interested than he let on. Then she looked back at the woman. What did this… skank; she couldn't believe she was thinking this kind of language but right now it wasn't important, have that she didn't? Then she looked the woman over. Oh… she had… a lot more than she did.

Granddad chuckled as he looked over the young woman; from bottom to top. "Well, I guess I just hate to see a child go unbeaten." He said as she chuckled at his joke.

"I'm Chrystal, like the champagne." She said as she extended a hand to him.

"I'm Granddad" He replied as he lightly shook her hand. She then turned in and gasped as she caught sight of the boys. Jazmine growled lowly as she stood next to Huey, who was still gazing at Chrystal.

"Hello cutie!" She said to Huey as she bent down to get eye-level with him. Huey raised a brow, but his and Riley's eyes locked on the bouncing cleavage of the woman as she extended a hand to him. Huey sighed mentally as he stepped away from Chrystal and closer to Jazmine.

"Yeah… I'd rather not." Huey said as his gaze switched from her hand to her ample chest and cleavage.

"My name's Chrystal, like the champagne." She said as she put down her hand and gazed at both boys.

She could tell the one with the afro would be fun to play with. A shame he wasn't older… but what did she care. She did, however, see that his… sister was glaring harsh draggers at her, though she shrugged mentally at the girl. No girl, woman, lady, sister, daughter, wife, or even yo Aunt Tracie was competition when Chrystal was on set. She turned her gaze to the one with braids. He'd be a rough, handsome man when he got older, so she resigned to have her fun now before all those… inexperienced girls got their fun with him.

"Well that sounds like a stripper name. Ms. Chrystal like the champagne, might you be a stripper?" Huey asked as he narrowed his eyes carefully.

She gave nothing away in her posture or movements, but he saw it her eyes. She flinched mentally. She stared at him for a moment as she stood at full height. Damn the one with the afro was smart and handsome; she was caught. Oh was he gonna be fun…

"And just what do you know about strippers little man?" She asked as she was sure he'd love her if he knew anything about strippers, because she was a step better than strippers.

"Not much, but I do know their usually named after liquor." Huey said, not giving away his own knowledge, but Riley gave it away when he started cracking up. Huey knew damn well that they knew a lot more about strippers than just that.

Chrystal gazed at him a little more intently; having been 'working' with people like him before, she could read him like an open book. He knew way more than he let on, and he was watching her chest, which she didn't care if he and the other boy did. She licked her lips. If only she could take them home with her, she'd do things that would get her jail time for life, but both boys would be begging for more 'fun time'.


Granddad suggested that they shop together, and Chrystal agreed. They finished their shopping with Huey still watching her cautiously, Riley still watching her ass, Jazmine still glaring heatedly at her, and her still watching Huey and Riley hungrily, though none of the family knew that last one. Once they got to the checkout Granddad let Chrystal go first; mainly to see what she liked to eat.

"I just love grocery stores in rich neighborhoods; much better stuff." She said as the cashier began ringing her up. She went into her cart and got a can of French whip-cream out. All three males swallowed lumps as they could only imagine what she'd be doing with that.

"Check out this special French whip-cream," Chrystal said as she took two fingers and spread whip-cream on them. The three watched her closely and carefully as she brought the whip-cream covered fingers to her mouth and began licking at them; rolling her tongue over them as she cleaned her fingers seductively, making moaning sounds as she did so. She took the whip-cream in her mouth and happily, yet slowly, flicked her tongue out to the corner of her mouth to get the whip-cream that had ended up there, "It's edible" She whispered sensually as all three males had to shift a bit in their stances to hide… some rising news.

This act did not go unnoticed by Jazmine or Chrystal, for that matter, as she tugged at Huey's arm.

"Huey, what's wrong? You moved around like something crawled up your pants. Are you okay?" Jazmine said with a concerned look. Huey glanced at her as he took his hands and moved his pants around to get… more comfortable.

"I'm fine, Jazmine. These pants are just a little… tight." Huey said as he saw Chrystal wink at him. He shuddered to think what her 'knowledge' of males could have been put to when she saw his… tent; for lack of a better word.

Huey and Riley resolved to see what the woman was buying since they couldn't look at her anymore. She was just too… tempting, and Huey was married. They saw that she was buying six bottles of bear honey, five bottles of chocolate syrup, and three cans of that special French whip-cream. All of this made them want her to adopt them, thought they knew they couldn't kill Granddad; he'd put up too much of a fight, and Huey just couldn't hurt Jazmine. Chrystal was also buying… a lot of food, like she had kids to feed lot. Then there were the 37 boxes of condoms. Riley's eyes widened at all the boxes while Huey had to tell Jazmine they were water-balloons and that they weren't buying any. Huey gave Chrystal a look after he finished his talk with Jazmine. Chrystal only winked seductively back at him as she began paying the cashier.

Granddad offered to carry her bags out of the store, to which she agreed. She figured the only way to get closer to the boys, and the obvious money Granddad had, was to get close to Granddad. She knew the man liked her, and he wasn't bad-looking either for an elderly man.

"You're such a gentleman; you didn't have to carry all my bags." Chrystal said; feigning that innocent, lovable, naïve girl act guys loved so much, little did she know that Jazmine didn't have to fake that act. Jazmine narrowed her already glaring eyes as she could spot a faker a mile away.

"It's my pleasure, Chrystal like the champagne." Granddad said in a singly voice as he handed her bags to her. She happily took her bags from him with a smile. She had to admit that shopping with him was fun.

"Well, see ya around." She said alluringly as she turned from him and gave him one last look over her shoulder.

He looked so… she couldn't describe it, but he was just so cute with the look on his face. Now she could place it, it was a look that she had seen on the face of many men when she told them their time together was up and they had run out of money; it was the look of longing. She'd probably hate herself for doing this later, but she thought, "To hell with it", and stepped back up to Granddad. She liked the man, and being around the two boys some more would be… fun.

She put on her best act of a nervous innocent shy girl. By the look on his face she could tell it was spot on. Though Jazmine could easily spot her fake, it didn't matter.

"I don't… I mean- I don't normally do this but, would you like… a d-date?" She asked as Granddad's eyes lit up after hearing her words.

"It just so happens I have coupons for the Red Lobster, cutie pie." Granddad said smoothly, though she frowned mentally she still kept up her act of innocence. The one with the afro, Huey was his name, was watching her like a hawk. She almost felt turned on by just how intense his maroon eyes were watching her every move. She felt like she was being… naughty.

"Umm… Okay… How about around 8?" She said with a cute look on her face. Granddad smiled as he mentally did a happy dance. He had gotten a date with a girl he was older than by twice her age. Was he a player? Hell yeah!

"It's a date, cutie pie!" Granddad said with newfound energy and a smile. She giggled cutely and walked away, being sure to sway her hips. Three sets of maroon eyes followed every move her hips made, while a pair of emerald glared at the back of her head venomously.

"Guys… guys… GUYS!" Jazmine said once Chrystal was out of earshot. She yelled and finally snapped their attention to her as she pointed to one of the bags Huey was carrying.

"The ice creams gonna melt." Jazmine said meekly as Huey almost smiled at the cute innocence of her. Granddad did smile, but Riley flipped her off as he and Granddad walked to the car, while still watching Chrystal's booty in the distance. Huey shrugged as he and Jazmine followed, though Jazmine made sure Huey's eyes and attention were on her.


Once they had loaded up the groceries and were driving down the road, Riley felt- no, he knew his Granddad had no clue about exactly what kind of woman Chrystal was. She was beautiful, pleasant, and even funny, but she wasn't right or his Granddad. He knew Jazmine didn't know, and that Huey didn't really care, so it was his job to be the rather blunt one to address the matter at hand.

"You do realize that light-skinned hoe was a hoe, right Granddad?" Riley asked from his seat behind Huey as Jazmine sat behind Granddad. He was just being sure that his Granddad was actually thinking about who Chrystal was, and not what she looked like.

"Don't cuss, boy. Now watch yo mouth." Granddad replied as he was far too happy about his date later today.

"I didn't cuss; I said hoe." Riley defended as Granddad looked at him through the rear-view mirror. Riley smirked as since Granddad was avoiding the initial, a word he picked up from Huey, question he might as well have a little fun.

"Riley, don't think because I'm driving I can't come back there." Granddad said as he left the vague threat hanging as Riley smirked some more.

"I don't see what the big deal is just saying hoe-" Riley was saying, before the back of Granddad's hand came across his face like a whip.

Jazmine pushed her body against the door so as not to get struck while she watched the scene with wide eyes. She knew Mr. Freeman had hit them, but to beat Riley senseless while letting go of the steering-wheel? Was that really necessary?

While Granddad was going upside Riley's head Huey had to grab the steering-wheel and redirect Dorothy, the name Granddad had long since given his car, since the car had drifted onto the wrong side of the road.

"Riley, Granddad stop, or we are all going to die!" Huey shouted as he saw another car about to collide with them as he took the wheel. Granddad jumped back into his seat and took the wheel, casually driving back to their side of the road before the car had hit them.

"Now…" Granddad began as he was trying to catch his breath. Beating Riley was a great workout! "I bet you won't say it again." Granddad said as he watched Riley rub his cheek from the rear-view mirror.

"Hoe." Riley said defiantly.

"Oh, I got yo hoe right here!" Granddad yelled as he turned in his seat and began another workout of beating Riley upside his head.

"Watch the road; the road, Granddad!" Huey yelled as he didn't even bother to take the wheel. He looked back to see that Jazmine was looking at his family with wide eyes and a fearful expression. He couldn't blame her for being scared of their behavior. They were… intimidating.


Later that Evening:

It was 7:37 p.m., and Huey and Riley were sitting on Granddad's bed as he got ready for his date with Chrystal. Jazmine had resigned to stay in their house and watch TV since Riley would have to come over anyway once Granddad left for his date. Granddad needed Huey's opinion on an elegant tie, while Riley was there to tell him which of his suits were 'in or out'.

"How about this one?" Granddad asked holing up a white suit.

"Out, Granddad; you know niggas don't wear white suits unless it's formal." Riley said while shook his head and Granddad put it back in the closet. He rummaged around for another and came out holding up a black suit with a white shirt.

"Now that's how we roll Granddad." Riley said as Huey gave Granddad a black bowtie to match. Huey sat back on the bed as Granddad stepped into a pair of black dress shoes and fixed his tie. Huey and Riley exchanged a look as they knew it was now time.

"Granddad, have you ever asked yourself why a 20 year-old girl would wanna go out with a man your age?" Huey asked as Granddad smiled at himself in the mirror while he adjusted his tie.

"Because I laid my game down quite flat." Granddad said as he finally looked back to Huey. Riley scoffed at him.

"Game? What you know about the game, Granddad?" Riley asked as Granddad looked at them through the mirror.

I know the game." Granddad replied as Riley only scoffed more.

"Taking women out to eat, giving 'em free meals and whatnot? What part of the game is that?"

"You taking her to Red Lobster with the cheddar biscuits. The fam ain't eating cheddar biscuits, but this random broad is eating cheddar biscuits!"

"I know the game, yo Granddaddy knows the game."

"Game recognize game, Granddad."

"I recognize game, yo Granddaddy recognize game." Granddad said as he got in Riley's face.

"Game recognize game, and you looking kind of unfamiliar right now. I… I can't… Where's Granddad? Can I help you, sir?" Riley said as Granddad glared down at him, but then huffed and turned away.

"I ain't got time to mess around with y'all. I got a date, get out the way!" Granddad said as he dabbed himself with cologne and walked out the room. Riley ran after him and hugged onto his leg. Granddad tried and failed to shake him off as Huey watched the spectacle with a raised brow and a shake of his head.

"Don't do it Granddad! Don't feed her!" Riley whined as Granddad rolled his eyes and tried again to get him off.

"Come on now, stop. Get off my leg." Granddad said as Riley handle on tightly.

"Don't feed her the cheddar biscuits! No!" Riley whined as Granddad sighed and used his other leg to kick Riley off. Riley got up and rubbed the arm Granddad had kicked, only to see Granddad was closing the door to the house. Since when could Granddad move that fast?


Huey sighed as he and Riley made the way to his house. Once they got there Huey opened the door and they went into the living room. Jazmine poked her head up from the blanket she was in. Huey smiled at her; she was such a five year-old kid some times. Jazmine got up from being stretched out on the sofa and allowed Huey to sit down next to her. She threw the blanket over him and snuggled up close to him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Riley sat on the floor in front the couch as they watched a commercial.

"What are you watching?" Huey asked as Jazmine looked up at him.

"I was watching Law and Order, but did you know people get shot on there?" Jazmine said as Huey rolled his maroon eyes.

"Yes, that why it's a show about crime cases and the law process." Huey said in a dry tone as Jazmine shrugged.

"Oh well I found something much better!" Jazmine said with a smile as Huey resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. He could only wonder what she found.

"Pony Land is a great place to-" was all the TV said before it was changed by Huey. Jazmine looked over to see Huey with the remote in his hand. She stopped leaning on him and crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at him.

"You already knew that was going to happen, so there's no sense in getting mad now." Huey said in a bored tone as he flipped through channels, not even bothering to glance at her once.

"I'm sure Riley would have liked to-" Jazmine said, but was stopped as Riley raised his hand.

"No" was all Riley said as he watched the channels flip by.

After about twenty minutes of sitting around watching Family Guy, Jazmine said she was hungry and Riley's stomach growled.


"Fine, I'll fix something to eat." Huey said as he went into the kitchen and made something.

Riley and Jazmine sat at the kitchen table watching as he brought over a pot of stew and some kind of meatless strips. They grabbed bowls, forks, spoons, cups and a 2 litter from the fridge while happily eating. Riley had the urge to know something, so he decided to.

"Huey, have you ever seen Granddad with a woman?" Riley asked as Huey looked up from his stew, and at Riley.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen Granddad with a woman. There was that time he visited us when I was three and thought he was gay, but now I think it's just bad luck." Huey said as he took a bite of one of the stripes.

"Well I don't see what the deal is with hoes anyway." Riley said as Jazmine looked at Huey, but Huey decided not to let her get a question in this time.

"Riley, all women are not hoes… We're talking 20, 25% tops." Huey replied as Jazmine went back to eating.

"Okay, but if they not all hoes, then why I gotta take them out to eat then? I mean I'm paying, that's payment."

"I don't know 'c-cause that's just what you do. You meet a girl, you take her to dinner, but; you're not paying the girl, you're paying the restaurant." Huey argued as Jazmine left the table. He wondered if she was mad because they weren't talking to her, but then she came back… with a dictionary. He wanted to face-palm himself for even having told her that before.

"But I'm paying, which makes her a hoe. Why don't I just give her the money I was go spend on dinner, and that hoe can go grocery shopping?" Riley argued back as Huey did face-palm himself.

After that conversation and dinner they went back into the living room for a while. Thankfully the word 'hoe' was not in the dictionary, but the words 'illegible' and 'stripper' were.

"So you said earlier that my handwriting in crayon was 'difficult or impossible to read'? Well that's mean. And Ms. Chrystal is 'an entertainer of parties and occasions of the adult variety'? So she's a clown?" Jazmine said as she read from the dictionary.

"Yeah Jazmine, she's just like a clown." Huey said putting the TV on American Dad. It was one of the only shows they could all agree on.

"Okay, that means we can get her for my dad's birthday party! My daddy loves clowns!" Jazmine exclaimed as Riley was failing to try and hide his snickering. Huey kicked him and Riley around and glared up at him.

"I don't think your mom would want your dad to have a stripper for his birthday. I'm sure your mom can do that herself." Huey said, yet mumbled the last part.

"Oh, okay. I'll just think of something else." Jazmine said as she as she leaned into Huey, snuggling her into the crook of his head.

It was hours before Granddad called and said he'd be home. Huey told him that they'd come over so he and Riley could know how the date went. Granddad was too busy keeping up with Chrystal, by the sounds of things, to argue. Huey asked Jazmine if she was coming to, but she shook her head.

"Naw, I'm gonna stay here and watch the Cleveland Show. It's funny!" Jazmine said as Huey shrugged and walked out the door with Riley.


They had just flipped on the TV in the house when Riley began another conversation.

"That's how it starts, taking bitches out to eat; meals and whatnot. Next thing you know you wake up in a rest haven for hoes; a sanctuary for scandalous skeezers and stunt." Riley said with his eyes locked on the TV. Huey rolled his eyes as he did the same.

"You're jumping to conclusions. It's just one date." Huey replied as Riley turned to him.

"What if he marries her? What if we end up with a hoe for a grandma?" Riley questioned as Huey sucked his teeth.

"Riley, shut yo dumbass up." Huey said dryly.

"What if we have a hoe for a grandma and she comes to school on career day? Oh, what if they have kids? We could have and brother or sister who's half-hoe." Riley said as Huey rolled his eyes, but was disturbed by those things just as much as Riley.

"Riley" Huey said as he and Riley heard a key in the door and sat quiet. The door opened and Chrystal rushed in with Granddad walking in not far behind.

"This is your home? It's beautiful! Hey boys!" Chrystal said as she jumped over the couch and sat in-between them. She wrapped her arms around them and held them close.

"I love this place! I never wanna leave! Is there anything to eat?" Chrystal said as she squeezed their shoulders lightly and then walked off into the kitchen.

Huey and Riley just stared after her like she was a crazy bitch, but both were watching her ass as she left from the living room. Huey only shook his head as he left and took Riley with him back to his house.

"I don't wanna believe you, Riley. I want Granddad to have finally found love in his life, but I've never been one to ignore the obvious; Granddad is trying to turn a hoe into a housewife." Huey said as they got on to the doorstep and opened the door. Riley said nothing as he went upstairs and went into a room. Huey sighed as he once again joined Jazmine on the couch.

"Huey, why is Mr. Freeman with that… lady?" Jazmine said as she had a hard time trying to keep the venom out of her voice. Huey heard it though and raised a brow, but otherwise shrugged it off.

"My Grandfather, Robert Jebediah Freeman, after a lifetime of odd adventure and strange mishaps, decided to spend his last days in the warm embrace of suburbia. So he moved himself and us here; in that perfect house, to his perfect neighborhood, but he's still searching for his perfect woman. For what reason, I have no idea." Huey said as Jazmine was silent for a moment, but then hugged him tight while she leaned into him.

"I'm glad I have my perfect person…" She said as his eyes went wide, his face heated up, and his heart felt… lighter. He slowly, but surely, brought his arms up and hugged her back; gently as if she was made of fragile glass.

"Yeah… I'm glad I have my perfect person too…" Huey said quietly as they stayed like that until they fell asleep; with her head on his arm and his arm around her.


A Week Later:

Huey wasn't sure why, but Granddad hadn't been over to see him, Riley had been sleeping at his house more, and now Riley and Chrystal were in the middle of Granddad's living room playing Dragonball Z on PlayStation. He came over here to ask Granddad about a $3,265.67 cell phone bill that was charged past due to his account. Huey knew for a fact that he paid his bills on time, and that the only people who could even think to access his accounts were Jazmine and Granddad, and Jazmine was pissed about this too.

"What's up now?" Chrystal said as she mashed buttons, beating Riley's character badly with the same combo over and over.

"Why you keep doing the same move?" Riley asked as he continuously pressed X to guard against her character, but his character wasn't guarding.

"Where yo game at, huh? Where yo game at?" She said as she and he shifted their heads with each blow Riley's character was dealt.

"My X-button ain't working!" Riley said as he kept pressing said button.

"Whatever nigga!" She said as she glanced at his controller.

"Look I'm pressing it! You see me pressing it! You cheat!" Riley said as he mashed the button with it doing nothing.

"Bitch, yo game is garbage!" Chrystal character dealt the final blow, which was a boot to the head, and Riley's man was K.O-ed.

"I'm Chrystal, Bitch! Who's next?" She said as she jumped up and down in celebration.

"Fake ass Mariah Carey!" Riley said as tears welded up in his eyes and he ran from the room. Huey sighed as he stood there watching from the doorway of the living room.

"That's how nasty my game is son! I send niggas running away!" She said as she turned and saw Huey watching her, "What?"

Huey only shook his head as he went to find Granddad. He looked around for five minutes and couldn't find the he and Riley did find Chrystal in the kitchen drinking orange juice straight from the cart and then she put it back in the fridge. Huey quickly rectified that as he and Riley set fire to the cart and placed it inside the empty metal trash can in the kitchen. Thank goodness the thing was flame-proof.


They finally found Granddad when the man was coming from somewhere. He had just walked in the door when he saw Huey and Riley standing there with their arms crossed and narrowed eyes.

"Granddad that woman has got to go." Huey said bluntly as he really didn't have time to deal with any crap after he figured out that the bill was for Chrystal's new cell phone and service.

"Ms. Chrystal is my beautiful baby beau, and you will show her some respect." Granddad said as Huey rolled his eyes and Riley leveled the old man with a glare.

"Granddad, we don't know anything about Ms. Chrystal. I mean we know she spends all your money and some of mine, we know she eats more than a black-hole-"

"We know she cheat at PlayStation!" Riley piped in angrily.

"But where does she live? What does she do for a living?" Huey asked as Granddad looked almost blank as he thought over the two questions.

"She's in sales." He answered as Riley scoffed and muttered, "Hoe sales".

"What?" Granddad asked as Huey sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Granddad, does she duck under the table every time a dude in a purple suit walks in?" Huey asked as Granddad looked to be remembering something as he hesitated to answer.

"A lot of people do that." Granddad answered weakly as Riley scoffed.

"Can she run like really, really fast in high heels?" Riley asked.

"I don't know, average speed I guess," Granddad said, but then that look overtook his face again, "maybe a… little… a-above average."

"Does she keep asking if you're a cop." Huey asked as he was sure that would be the final nail in the coffin.

"No." Granddad answered quickly, as Chrystal entered the room and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You know you have to tell me if you're a cop or it's entrapment." She said as she laid a kiss on his cheek. Then she looked toward Huey and Riley with knowing eyes.

"My cute boys" She said as she went into another room.

"You boys don't know Chrystal like I do. She's in my heart, she's in my soul. I just wanna be her everything." Granddad said and then smirked down at them.

"And for your information; I had relations with Chrystal last night-" Granddad said as Huey and Riley's faces contorted into disgust.

"Eww, come on, Granddad; ain't nobody wanna know that! Don't nobody wanna be thinking about you old nasty-" Riley said as he covered his ears from hearing more of the disgusting facts that were his grandfather's sex life.

"Oh God, please; why on Earth would you share that? How am I supposed to have nice dreams tonight, man?" Huey said as he held his arms up like he was about to be struck. The mental images alone gave them both of them scars.

"and she didn't charge me a dime." Granddad said as Chrystal came back with her purse. She kissed Granddad as she kept her eyes locked on the boys.

"You ready to go shopping again?" She asked as Huey almost told her "hell naw" for Granddad, but the look of happiness on the old man's face stopped him.

"You bet 'cha!" Granddad said as he and she walked out of the door. Before leaving Granddad asked Huey to do some of the laundry. Huey would have told him hell no, but the man was in the car and gone by time he actually processed what was asked.


Huey only sighed and shook his head as he was sure this would take a while. Oh well, he was going to change the nature of his accounts until this all blew over. He quickly called the bank and they changed his account nature in one minute flat. Though he contributed it to the fact he had the biggest account with the bank.

Riley went to clean the kitchen, which had dishes piled up higher than he was, and told Huey that Granddad's room was where the majority of the dirty clothes were. Huey shrugged and went into the living room and watched TV; he could do it later. When he did get around to it Granddad and Chrystal were back. He opened the door to his granddad's room and found that, like the living room, there were bags of recently store bought clothes and everything. He found the basket of dirty clothes; all belonging to Chrystal. Huey sighed as he put on latex gloves and began picking up the clothes that had fallen to the floor and out of the basket. He went downstairs to go to the washing machine, but along the way Chrystal passed him… and dropped off another of her bras. That was the last straw.

"Hey Huey!" she chirped cheerfully as Huey stopped dead in his tracks.

"Chrystal, we need to talk." Huey said point-blank as he sat down the basket of clothes and walked toward the living room, with her following. He sat down on the couch and folded his arms.

"Before you start, I'd just like to tell you how much fun it's been hanging out with you guys. Just think of me as the big sister you always wanted." She said happily as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but… I need you to get the hell up outta here." Huey said bluntly as he and she blinked, but for totally different reason. That was probably the most ghetto thing he had ever said in his life, and he was telling it to a hoe. Damn his life was weird. She just couldn't believe he was being so blunt. So he was rough, huh? She liked rough, so it was time to see if little Huey was a real nigga.

"Any particular reason?" She asked with a slightly sad face. Huey didn't even bat an eyelash at her cute sad act. OH, so he was rough and cold? She liked

"You're kind of a lazy hoe?" Huey offered as she almost flinched back at his dismissive tone of her, but instead she crossed her legs and nodded to herself.

"Yeah, I can see that." She said nonchalantly as Huey sighed.

"I don't know why my granddad can't see it." Huey said as he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. Great, now he was becoming that Stan kid from South Park.

"To be honest, me either. It's so obvious." She said as Huey glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Did she just say that nonchalantly, or was that a serious tone for her? Her face had dropped all pretenses, so she must have been taking him seriously.

"But it's okay, because you see I'm in this transitional period-"

"I don't care, you gotta go." Huey said with a tone of finality. He could see that all pretenses were dropped right when those words came out of his mouth because she got a cigarette and lit it while still sitting there. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as she gave Huey a cutting gaze. He knew then that was the real Crystal; a cunning and sharp woman that was probably smarter and colder than she let on.

"I can't do that." She said, her tone coming out as if she was the one in control.

"I'm sorry?" Huey asked as he gave her a look.

"You guys have the life, and I want the life too." She explained as Huey narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, but it's our life; we're his family." Huey said as she got up and stood in front of him.

"Oh, so now we get to what this is really about. I'm not "one of y'all", I'm not "in the family", I don't "carry his genes"; so I have to go." She said as she made air quotes with her cigarette in hand, flipping ashes onto the carpet.

"Yeah, plus you're a lazy hoe!" Huey said as she scoffed.

"Hoe is a strong term. Right now I'm somewhere between; an anatomical sales associate and a high maintenance girlfriend. Can't you be positive about my growth?" She said with a pleading look of a daughter trying to convince her father her boyfriend wasn't a complete jackass. Huey's eyes only narrowed as his scowl deepened.

"Chrystal, every part of you being here is unacceptable." Huey said as he stood, "Do you realize I'm doing prostitute laundry? Do you have any idea how disgusting that is?" Huey questioned as he got eye-level with her by standing on the sofa.

She sighed as she put out her cigarette in the ash-tray. "Look, this is an adjustment for everyone, but it's what your grandfather wants." She said, but then gained a smirk and gleam in her eye that made Huey nervous, if only just a bit, "You can't get rid of me. I can do things to persuade your Granddaddy that you can do."

"Like what?" Huey snapped, being annoyed greatly by that damn smirk of hers, but then he actually thought of what say just said. Eww, the mental images were just disturbing him for life, "Never mind, I don't really want to know." Huey said as he turned from her and got off the couch. Maybe she was the one in control…


The Next Day:

Huey and Riley were in the back seat of Granddad's car. Why, because they were gonna stalk Chrystal. Why, again you may ask-

"Nigga, why is we doing this?" Riley asked as Huey rolled his eyes. They were both under a car sheet Granddad kept in the back.

"Because Chrystal was right; we've been going about this the wrong way. Granddad needs to see the true for himself." Huey said as they heard Chrystal say her good-byes, and open and close the driver's side door. She sped off without a second thought. She kept driving until she was in the middle of town where she stop and got out. As soon as she had they sprang into action and stealthfully got out of the car.

"Oh, I got the perfect rhyme for this." Riley said as Huey rolled his eyes. Riley had a rap or lyrics from a song for every damn thing.

"Fine" Huey said as they watched Chrystal go down an alley.

Riley then began singing "I Know She's No Good, but She Good to Me". Huey sighed as he found himself mentally joining in while they took pictures of her paying a guy in a purple suit, going into a strip club, and running from the police. Everything in-between they kept for themselves. Let's just say, hormones had kicked in at an early age for them.

They had gotten back and Granddad was looking over the pictures, his face betraying his thoughts as he saw them. Huey sat on the dining room table with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. Riley sat in a chair the same way as Granddad was gasping and questioning himself with each picture he saw. Granddad didn't even turn as Chrystal entered the room.

"Cutie pie, what is this?" Granddad asked as he showed her the pictures. Not even looking at the ones after the first one, she said the only thing a hoe would say in that situation.

"That's not me!" She exclaimed as she through a steely glance at Huey.

"I can't believe you would digitally-alter pictures of me." She said accusingly as Huey wanted to roll his eyes. Leave it to a hoe to think fast on the spot.

"Boy that ain't nothing, but Photoshop get that thrash out here." Granddad said as he threw the pictures on the table. Huey just looked away as Chrystal cried to Granddad about some bullshit he wasn't listening to. Granddad said something to them, but Huey wasn't paying attention. It was the doorbell that snapped him out of his thoughts to kill Chrystal and make it look like an accident. Riley ran to get it.

"It's a nigga in a purple suit!" Riley announced from the front door as Chrystal hid under the dining room table. Huey shook his head as he and Granddad went to the front door. Jazmine came from upstairs as they all saw… a nigga in a purple suit.

"Who are you?" Granddad asked as Huey grabbed Jazmine and placed her behind him. He only needed one guess for this guy's occupation.

"My name is A Pimp Named Slickback, and I believe I may have misplaced some merchandise at this residence." He said as he scanned the room. He saw that Chrystal was leaning against a wall. "There she is. Bitch, I hope you got the moneys to cover this little vacation you been taking." He said as he waved his cane at her.

"Now hold on there, Slickback." Granddad said as he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. The pimp turned around and wagged his finger like he was a school teacher and a child had mispronounce a word.

"No, it's "A Pimp Named Slickback"." He said as Granddad looked confused.

"That's what I said, "Slickback"."

"No, it's "A Pimp Named Slickback"; Like "A Tribe Called Quest"; you say the whole thing: "A Pimp Named Slickback"!"

"Can't I just call you "Slickback" for short?"

"No, nigga! It's "A Pimp Named Slickback"!" The pimp said as he stomped his foot childishly.

"Chrystal, who is this person?" Granddad asked as everyone, even Jazmine, gave him a look.

"Nigga, are you deaf? I'm A Pimp Named Slickback! Say it with me now!" The pimp said as he was about to bitch-slap this old nigga and see if that'd cure his memory lost.

"He's my pimp" Chrystal said as Granddad gained a shocked look, while Huey and Riley were rolling their eyes.

"Y-you're p-pimp… S-so, you really are a-a-"

"Yes, I'm/she's a hoe!" Chrystal, Huey and Riley exclaimed as A Pimp Named Slickback began walking toward the door.

"Come on, bitch. Now!" He said as he walked.

"A Pimp Named Slickback, can I please have a minute?" She said sadly as he did a double-take.

"A minute?" He asked wildly with a scoff as he placed his cane under arm.

"Let us pray the pimp's prayer." He said as Riley, Huey, and Jazmine clasped their hands together in prayer.

"Lord, please pray for the soul of this bitch, and guide my pimp hand and make it strong Lord, so that she might learn a hoe's place. Amen." He said as they Huey and Riley nodded.

"Amen, yeah!" Riley said.

The pimp reared back his hand. He struck out at her, and she readied herself for the pain, but found the blow never came. She opened her eyes to see why she was half-way in the wall, and saw that her pimp's hand was being held back by a belt which was in Granddad's hand.

"You ain't go hit no woman in my house!" Granddad said as A Pimp Named Slickback looked confused.

"What woman, sir? This here's a hoe?" He said as Granddad gave him a furious glare.

"Not in this house she's not." Granddad said as the pimp flinched ever so slightly at the older man's tone.

"Why don't you just go wait outside?" Granddad said as he released the belt while the pimp rubbed his wrist.

A Pimp Named Slickback looked around the room to gauge the situation. The boy with braids, or cornrows, or whatever the fuck niggas was calling them now-a-days looked a bit sad at not seeing the hoe slapped into next week. He then looked to the other side of the room and saw a girl; a good-lookin' one at that. He smirked as he looked at her, but then heard a growl come from the boy in front her. He looked up at the boy and almost flinched back at the furious glare the boy was giving him. Damn, he ain't ever seen someone so good at glaring at niggas. Maybe he could get the boy and the girl. They were both good for business; innocent cute girl that would be a great bottom bitch and stone faced cold pimp that would be a great apprentice to him. He'd be sure to get their numbers from Chrystal, so he decided to do just what was asked of him.

"Damn, Indian Jenkins, I didn't know we was still whuppin' niggas. Fine!" He said to Granddad and then turned, "Bitch you got 45 seconds and I'm leaving. 44… 43… 42…" He said as he looked at his bitch and walked out, counting each passing second from his watch.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. At first, I thought you knew." Chrystal said as she came from the wall and up to Granddad.

"Well how would I?" Granddad asked as Huey and Riley rolled their eyes and face-palmed themselves.

"I mean, I don't see how you couldn't have known." She said as he looked her in the eyes.

"Well, easy mistake I guess." Granddad said as he shrugged and dropped his belt.

"I mean there were so many obvious signs-" She said, and was about to list them until Granddad cut her off.

"Alright, alright, I got the point." Granddad said as he placed his hands on her shoulders, "Chrystal, I don't care what you've done in the past so long as you're ready to start fresh." He said as Huey rolled his eyes. What was he, a damn preacher?

"Think about it; you could stay here with us, maybe get a real job and go back to school. We can make it work." Granddad said as Huey heard the pimp outside on 25.

"I don't know, Robert." She said as she looked down, "I'm not really cut out for school and jobs." She said as Riley scoffed. Bitch wasn't cut out for anything, but- He stopped that thought as Huey gave him a look. Damn that nigga was a mind-reader…

"But you'd be able to stay here with us." Robert said as she looked away, but sighed in defeat.

"Yeah, you're right. That sounds nice. Just let me go and get rid of A Pimp Named Slickback and then maybe I'll go fill out some applications." She said as Riley heard the pimp count on 11. Bitch wasn't go make it.


Granddad and Chrystal stepped out onto to the doorstep as Huey turned to Jazmine, who was crying.

"Jazmine, what the hell are you crying about?" Huey asked as he wiped her tears away with the back of his index finger.

"I-it's just so s-sad how she's l-leaving. She should really stay with Mr. Freeman." Jazmine sobbed out as Huey sighed and handed her a tissue.

"So she can charge more things to our account 'cause Granddad's gonna be out of money?" Huey asked with a raised brow. Jazmine immediately stopped sobbing, smiled and started waving her tissue at the door in farewell.

"Bye, have a great life! Don't ever come back, tramp!" Jazmine said happily as Huey and Riley blinked at her. Did she just venomously use the word tramp? No, it was their imagination… had to be…

"Oh shit, Huey, you gotta come see this bitch runnin'. She trackin' in them heels!" Riley said as he was looking out the window. Huey came over and looked too. Chrystal didn't make it to the car on time, but she wasn't far behind it the way she was running.

"Well I did learn one thing today. She sure can run in those heels." Huey said as she had run out of their sight and Granddad had come back in the house and into the dining room with a woeful expression on his face. His shoulders were slumped and he looked older.

"I'll just wait in here for when she gets back. She'll be back." He said with a wavering resolve that Huey and Riley could tell was in his voice.


Later That Night, 12:10 a.m.:

Huey and Jazmine had decided to spend the night with Granddad to be sure he'd be okay. Jazmine was in tears over Granddad's not eating anything at diner and Huey had sighed when Granddad said he'd wait up for Chrystal. Huey and Jazmine went to bed in Huey's old room, which still had the bed in it. Huey couldn't sleep, again, as Jazmine was sound asleep lying next to him. He sighed as he threw back the covers and sat at the edge of the bed.

"Hmm… Huey? What's wrong?" Jazmine said as she was awoken by Huey. He sighed as he looked at her and petted her hair.

"It's nothing, I'm just gonna go check on Granddad. I'll be back." Huey said tiredly as he got off the bed. Jazmine nodded as she laid back down.

Huey went down the stairs and into the dining room to see Granddad had fallen asleep. He looked to the table itself and saw that some candles were lit in the middle of it and some stray tissues around his Grandfather. Huey sighed again for the hundredth time in that day. Things were just getting ridiculous…

Huey walked up to the table and shook Granddad awake. The old man awoke with a start and defended the candles as if they were an army base under attack.

"Did she come back? Don't blow out the candles; she'll think nobody's home." Granddad said as Huey gave him a saddened look. He had laid awake for a while and thought about some things. After the other day and what Jazmine had told him, he couldn't really find it in him to say anything negative to his grandfather, so he went with:

"It's alright, Granddad. Maybe she'll be back tomorrow." Huey said as he laid a comforting hand on his Granddad's shoulder and blew out the candles. Huey escorted the physically tired and emotionally weary man to his room and then went to his own. He opened the door quietly and saw Jazmine sit up and look directly at him while holding the covers to her chest.

"Huey? Is everything okay?" Jazmine asked as he walked up to the bed and got in.

"Yeah, everything's just fine…" Huey said as he got under the covers and wrapped an arm around Jazmine's waist.

"I guess deep down everyone wants to find that perfect person that'll guarantee that they'll never be lonely again." Huey said as Jazmine snuggled her head deep into his chest.

"I still believe Mr. Freeman will find his someday." She said sleepily as Huey gave a small smile down at her.

"Yeah, I do to. I'm just glad I found my own. So if I did, maybe there's hope for Granddad too." Huey said, expecting a sweet sound from her, or at least a hug, but got nothing.

"Jazmine?" Huey asked as she turned her head for him to see, though he saw she did that to be conformable… because she was asleep.

Huey huffed as he laid back and stroked her hair. The one time he says something sweet, she falls asleep on him. What the hell? Really? Well, he wouldn't be whispering any sweet nothing anytime soon if this is what he got in return.

Life sucked…


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-T.K