A/N: Bonjour! You already know what time it is: Confusing Chapter Time! :) Because I wouldn't be me if my stories didn't have a little mystery to them, would I? Thank you all for your inquiries, feedback, and support! Below are some answers to your questions and some side notes to refer to while you're reading.

Also, who's heard Ariana Grande's new song? Pleaseee, don't tell me I'm the only one obsessing over it, right now!


Q: What happened with Jazmine while Huey was in Chicago?

A: You'll see ;)

Q: Will we see more Granddad and Kyoto (his crazy date, if any of you forgot)?

A: Ofc! :)

Q: Will Huey explain to Jazmine why he acted the way in the previous chapter?

A: Read to find out!

Q: Will Huey and Jazmine...have an "adult sleepover"?

A: Um...I mean, they really seem to hate each other in the story, currently, so who says they'll even end up together in the end? ;) BUT don't stop reading! I have a lot in store for all of you!


*supreme deity in some Native American cultures

**Nicole is Jazmine's mentor and business partner; go back to chapter 2 to refresh your memory on her


~Huey~

He pulled up next to a lonely hill and parked the his on the road beneath it, locking it after he got out. As he climbed up to the top of the hill, he allowed the wind to soothe him with a cool breeze to brush his tears away. When he made it to the top, he was reunited with the old tree he would visit to clear his head when he was younger. Sometimes, Jazmine would follow him up there and they'd talk for hours-well-she'd flap her gums for hours, while he was forced to listen. He didn't want to think about that right now, though.

He sat down next to the tree in the luscious grass under it, leaning back against the tree's rough bark for support as he gazed through his teary vision upon that damn moon and the illuminated streets of Downtown Woodcrest during the nighttime.

"How the hell can the moon make someone go crazy?" Huey asked the large astral as it sat in the sky.

Well, I guess it can make someone go crazy, since I'm sitting here talking to it, he thought. Is it true that you can talk to someone through the moon, too, though?... He sighed, I guess it can't hurt to try. He knew exactly who he wanted to talk to. Looking back on the situation now, he realized how stupid he'd been before and wanted desperately wanted to apologize to them.

"Hey, if you can even bring yourself to listen to me," he said, his eyes still on the moon. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I swear, if I could turn back time and redo everything before you...left us, I damn sure would. But to make it up to you, Caesar and I got together, and we've been doing everything we can to make change in this screwed up world we live in. If Heaven is real, I hope you can see what I'm talking about from up there. Tonight, something bad happened, though. One of my former friends and I were walking around the neighborhood to hang out, and we ran into some cops." He clenched his fists, allowing another tear to run down his cheek. "They didn't hurt us, but the whole time they were interrogating us, all I could think of was the night you died."

His phone buzzed and lit up in his pocket. He grabbed it and saw that Caesar had sent him a text. He unlocked his phone to read it.

Today 9:18 PM

Caesar: Yo i dont wanna ruin your date wit Jazz or anything but i just wanna letchu know that your granddad is in here getting his freak on with that crazy girl he invited over

Huey sighed and turned his phone off, putting it back in his pocket. He gazed back up at the moon one last time.

"Hey, moon," he said to it. "If you do have some supernatural powers that make people go crazy and allow each other to communicate with one another, I just wanna say thanks for letting me talk to an old friend...and for ruining my whole night." He stood back up and ventured back to car before he drove back home.

When he got back to his house, all of the lights were off, as expected. He got out of the car and trudged inside the house, indifferent to sound of grunts, moans, and a repitive squeaking noise coming from upstairs.

"Wow… You're really good at this… I love a woman who can be dominant in and outside of the bedroom!" he heard Granddad say in between heavy breaths. Then, he heard a loud smack! and a thump from the old man's room. "Ow, dammit! Be careful! I'm an old man with tender skin!"

"Shut yo' old ass up and turn around, bitch!" Kyoto barked at him. Huey paid no attention to their loud intimacy. He opened the door to his room to find Caesar talking to someone on the phone. When he saw Huey enter, the guy with dreadlocks paused his conversation with the person on the other line.

"Ayo, Chia, hold on for a sec. I gotta do somethin' real quick," he said to the girl on the other end. Then, he muted his phone and directed his attention to Huey. "That date was shorter than expected," Caesar commented. "How was it?"

"It was cool," Huey replied taking his shoes off as he sat down on his bed. "I see you lost our bet...again."

"No, no, no, me and Chia were just talking as friends," Caesar lied with a fake grin.

"You owe me $20." Caesar rolled his eyes at this demand.

"Dang, not even a date can make you loosen up."

"It wasn't a date," Huey corrected him. "We just...talked."

"'Just talked'?" Caesar rose a skeptical brow. Then, he remembered Chia was still waiting on the phone. "Tell me more about it when I'm off the phone." Usually, Caesar could tell when his best friend wasn't doing well, but somehow Huey masked his emotions well enough to ensure that not even his best friend noticed any anomalies in his mood.


~Jazmine~

Jazmine's father was part Native American; Algonquin to be exact. As a little girl, she was always curious and would ask him and her mother questions that they were unable to answer. So to teach her that some questions may take a long time or forever to be answered, Tom would tell her a story that had been passed down through his family for generations.

It was about a medicine woman, who lived in an Algonquin tribe. She was knowledgeable about many plants that could cure all kinds of ailments, and she was prophetic. She always knew what was going to happen and when, but she didn't know when the world would end, so she would always ask the Great Spirit*. When she asked to stop asking, she responded that she wouldn't stop until the headband, that she was currently weaving, was done. In response, she was told that she must hide herself from her tribe or the Great Spirit couldn't answer her question, so she hid herself in the moon. There, as she continues to weave the head strap, she is accompanied by a cat that undoes the headband so that it'll never be finished. When each full moon comes around, she can be seen there. Her weaving was never finished, she has never stopped asking the Great Spirit, and he has never answered her question about the world's end.

Now, Jazmine stood before her window, staring up at the woman in the moon. The ginger's troubled mind was flooded with all the questions in the world, and she knew she would have to wait a very long time before they'd be answered, if ever. She fell to her knees on the floor under the window she was looking through.

I don't know what to do, she sulked in her sorrowful thoughts. I'm not just some ignorant, privileged girl, but nobody can ever see that. She looked to the Medicine Woman for answers. Will I ever find someone who will accept me as I am and who wants to get to know the real me? She sniffled and wiped her tears. I feel rejected by everyone around me, sometimes. Whenever I try to congregate with other black people, a lot of them say I'm 'too white' to hang out with them. And when I try to hang with other white people, then I'm 'too black' to do so. Medicine Woman, will I ever be accepted by my own people? How will I ever be able to be at peace with my racial identity if I don't fit into any one race? She wiped a tear from his peach-toned cheek and lied on her back. Medicine Woman, now, I understand why you keep asking when the world will end; because I just want it to end, too.

She pulled herself up from the floor and went to the kitchen. She slowly grabbed a knife from a nearby drawer.

I just want the pain end, she thought, tightening her grip on the knife.

She then went to fridge, grabbed a tomato from it, rinsed the vegetable off in the sink, and started slicing it to make a salad.

She heard her phone begin to ring from another room. She returned to her bedroom, reached for it on the nightstand next to her bed, and saw that it was her father. Her mother was a little more lenient with her, but Tom would call Jazmine every night just to check on her. And if she didn't answer, it would be a nightmare trying to persuade him that she wasn't doing anything suspicious or that she wasn't in trouble. But now, it didn't make a difference; she was already living in a nightmare. Her childhood best friend hated her, her current best friend, Chia, wasn't answering her phone (so she had nobody to vent to about it), and worst of all, the miserable biracial girl felt that she would never find her place in the separated world around her because of things she couldn't control.

For a while, after she'd befriended Hiro and Chia, she'd forgotten about her feelings of isolation. She had met them during her freshman year of college. Well, she had already known Hiro during their tween years. He used to be closer to Huey and Hiro, though, but she mostly knew him through association. He moved away from Woodcrest when they had all turned thirteen, but he came back after Jazmine had graduated high school and attended the same college as her.

When school was officially out for the summer and she'd graduated from high school, Jazmine felt that she had nothing anymore. No purpose, friends, nothing but her parents to guide her. But soon they would disappear, too, when she moved into her apartment for college. Wuncler University had dorms, but she wasn't too keen on sharing a room with anyone (even though her mother thought it would've been a great idea to help Jazmine make new friends), due to her reclusive personality.

Huey had told her he would major in African American History and go to Wuncler University with her during their senior year of high school, so for before school let out she was happy that she wouldn't be totally alone in college. But then, he was given that stupid scholarship from that damned Illinois Institute of Technology. It was an opportunity he wouldn't have missed for the world, and he didn't. As soon as they graduated high school, he went straight back to Chicago to study engineering there.

Then, there was Riley, and you can't forget about his partner-in-crime: Cindy, of course. They were sixteen at the time, and he and Cindy would make mixtapes together at her house, since her parents were nonchalant about it. Also, Mr. Freeman didn't want "all that loud ass, booty-shakin' noise in his house". The two rap-loving kids formed a rap duo, called "Fresh Lyfe" and became locally famous amongst the younger generation of Woodcrest for their clever rhymes, beats, and flow that they would display on online music platforms (SoundCloud, YouTube, etc). They would perform at parties, hangouts, and sometimes even at Wuncler High School pep rallies. Then, one day, Thugnificent (even after his rap career ended), got ahold of their music and was impressed. Maybe Riley was right when he used to say, "'It don't matter what you know, it's who you know'", or something like that. Either way, Thugnificent was able to hook him and Cindy up with a record label in LA with a producer, called "Rollie Rich". The rap duo made promises of an upcoming debut album and a few advertisements, but nobody had really heard from "Fresh Lyfe" since then. Neither Riley or Cindy would answer their phones much after they moved, either. Rumor had it that a Rollie Rich was infamous for "cheating his clients", though, at least that's what Jazmine had read about him online. He never really produced any huge stars, to add insult to injury. Most of the artists he produced were one hit wonders or never even had a song on the radio.

So, after the Freeman brothers and Cindy took off, Jazmine was all alone.

Back in high school during the summers, Jazmine would usually volunteer at the local Woodcrest library to gather volunteer hours for college, but she'd been working for so long with the librarians at the quiet, peaceful library that she was hired as a part-time employee. This was around the time that she was starting to really develop as a writer and becoming a lot more confident in her work. Some of her librarian coworkers would ask to read her stories and they would almost always be blown away by her literary talent. They would urge her to publish her works, but she was always too scared to, despite the good feedback she would receive on it.

The library would often have published authors visit to host seminars and other social gatherings for aspiring young authors. During one of these events, a very famous author, Nicole Robinson**, was holding a seminar for some aspiring authors there. One of the librarians that Jazmine was close to, named Carrie, encouraged the timid redhead to attend the seminar and show Nicole her work. At first, Jazmine was scared out of her wits, but she still went through with it. Surprisingly, Nicole loved it! She offered Jazmine an opportunity to publish one of her amazing stories and become an established author, but the ginger didn't feel that she was ready, yet. Instead, Jazmine became Nicole's apprentice writer to continue strengthening her writing skills, and Nicole bought her best story for a million dollars and called it her own, thus starting Jazmine's career as a successful ghostwriter and developing author.

But as soon as it was time for her to begin college, the poor girl was alone once again, aside from Skype calls and meet-ups she'd have with Nicole for writing lessons. When she was in school, Jazmine was expecting her time there to be lonely and difficult. No friends, no hanging out, nothing. Just work. On the first week of school, her prediction was proven false, though...

~Flashback~

"Everyone team up with your lab partners! Today, you all must have your experiments done and lab reports turned in online by 11:59 PM tonight!"

Jazmine quickly joined her lab partner, Chia, at their table at the front of the classroom. When they'd first met, Jazmine had mistaken Chia for another one of the dumb pretty girls running around campus because of her stunning good looks, but she was proven wrong when Chia asked her to be her lab partner just a few days ago for their current project. The supposed "dumb, pretty girl" was actually very sweet and funny, and she graduated from a prestigious high school in New York with a 4.0 GPA. Upon seeing that Chia was different from the mean, petty girl she'd expected to work, Jazmine quickly became friends with her and didn't feel as badly about working with Chia as she did before. The best part, Chia never bothered Jazmine about her race because the former struggled with being mixed as well; Chia was Puerto Rican, Japanese, and white. For once, Jazmine felt that maybe her years in college wouldn't be so bad…

"Hey, Jazz," Chia greeted her. She examined Jazmine's unfashionable outfit that consisted of sweatpants, an old sweatshirt, and some Nike's. Her hair was tied into a ball and topped with a baseball cap. "C'mon, Jazmine. You said you'd at least try to dress up a little today. Getting dressed in something you feel confident in will make you feel better."

"I feel fine," Jazmine said. Chia gave her a discerning look.

"Jazmine, every day when I ask how you're doing you always say, 'Like crap, as usual'," Chia mocked her friend's gloomy attitude, earning a giggle from the ginger.

"I'm not even that mopey, Chia. I just have nothing to get dressed for."

"How about you come over to my dorm, tonight, and I give you a makeover? It could be a sleepover," Chia offered. "I found a great deal at the mall for some Fenty Beauty foundation, and it'd look perfect on you." A sincere grin slowly found its way to Jazmine's lips.

'I think I just found a new friend,' she thought.

"I'd love to," Jazmine accepted the invitation.

"Hey, ladies." The girls were pulled into a brief hug from behind as they were joined by a guy with silky jet black hair, almond-shaped eyes, and a cool atmosphere surrounding him. "What are we talking about here?"

"For the last time, Hiro, we're not doing your lab report for you," Jazmine said. "Do your own work." He smirked and put an arm around her shoulder.

"C'mon, Jazzy, don't be like that. Who said I was coming over here to make you do my work for me? What if I just wanna talk to my two favorite girls?"

"You followed Chia and me to Shiano's yesterday and offered me $15 to write your report for you," Jazmine replied. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, you got me. But please, I can't write it!" he begged. "Tonight, I have a DJ gig at a frat party for two-hundred bucks. I can't miss out on that kind of cash!" Jazmine sighed and exchanged annoyed glances with Chia.

"I want fifteen percent of the money you get from that party," the redhead demanded.

"Uh...I'm not good at math…" Jazmine rolled her eyes at his lack of math skills.

"That's $30, Hiro. Have my money by tomorrow morning," she requested. He pulled her into another hug and playfully nuzzled the irritated girl as Chia giggled at them.

"Thank you, Jazzy," Hiro gratuitously said in a childish tone. Then, he rejoined his other friends at another table.

"I knew you were lying when you said guys never pay you any attention," Chia teased her. "You and Hiro would make a pretty cute couple."

"Gross, we're just friends," Jazmine rejected Chia's suggestion. "He probably meets all kinds of girls that he's actually attracted to at all those parties he DJ's at, and he's not even my type."

"Sure," Chia sarcastically replied. "Then, what is your type?"

"I dunno." Jazmine shrugged. "Tall, smart, and handsome?"

"Hiro can be smart when he wants to be."

"Stop it, Chia."

"Fine," Chia laughed. "Let's finish up our project."

When the girls were done with their classes for the day, they headed straight to the mall to pick up their cosmetics and some new clothes for Jazmine. They were in the foodcourt getting Chick-fil-a when Chia spotted Hiro at Chipotle.

"Girl, it's your man!" She gently shook Jazmine as the redhead was ordering and pointed at Hiro. Jazmine groaned and took her food.

"That's not my man," she said. Chia took her by the arm and dragged her over to Chipotle to see the young DJ.

"Chia, stop. I just wanna eat my food."

"Stop whining. You'll be thanking me later."

The girls stopped when they were right behind Hiro. Chia poked his shoulder to get his attention and pushed Jazmine towards him so they could talk.

"Jazz!" He greeted her with a hug. "Wassup?"

"I'm good. Chia and I are just doing some shopping," she replied. "We saw you here and thought we'd come say 'hi'."

"That's cool." He nodded. "You want me to buy something for you?" he asked. "You know, as payback for the lab report." She was somewhat flattered by this generous offer, but she couldn't accept.

"No, thank-" she was interrupted by Chia.

"She would love that!" Chia interjected as Jazmine glared at her. Hiro laughed.

"Alright. What store are you going to?" he inquired.

"Sephora and Forever 21," Jazmine answered.

"I'll meet you two there when I get my food, OK?"

"Thanks, Hiro." She grinned and waved, then the girls were off to the store.

"Jazmine, were you about to reject a guy's offer to buyexpensive shit for you?!" Chia scolded her. "What the hell?!"

"I have my own money," Jazmine reasoned, nonchalantly looking through various light shades of foundation.

"Well, my parents only sent me here with just so much money! I would never reject an offer like that!" Chia argued. "But anyway, isn't he sweet?"

"If you think so, why don't you just date him yourself?"

"Because he's your man." Jazmine sighed at this remark.

After a couple of minutes, the girls were joined by Hiro, who purchased their makeup for them. Then, they all headed to Forever 21. Unfortunately, Hiro was stuck waiting for the girls to finish repeatedly running in and out of the dressing rooms, complaining about how "fat" they looked in certain outfits, and whining about the high-priced clothes of the store. He was close to ditching them, but then Chia went to the bathroom, leaving Jazmine in the dressing room alone. Then, Jazmine stepped out of room, searching for Chia to tell her how she looked in a tight strapless red dress she was wearing. She was left with no choice but to ask Hiro, instead.

"Hiro, do I look OK in this?" she asked him in a bashfully light voice. It was actually humorous how innocent she seemed when she was asking him, considering how sultry the dress looked on her. It hugged her curves in all of the right places and really made him understand that the old, gullible Jazmine had developed (mentally and physically) into a beautiful young woman.

"Yeah, you look great," he said in disbelief of how one dress could make her look like a whole other person.

"Don't lie just to make me feel good," Jazmine said, sitting down next to him. "My ass looks too big. I look like Kim Kardashian."

"I think you look fine," he comforted her. "Uh, the red color of the dress really highlights your hair." Her eyes lit up.

"You really think so?" she asked, glancing up at him.

"Yeah, I don't understand why girls like you are always so insecure. You have nothing to worry about," he commented. She giggled and looked to the side as she fought off an oncoming blush.

"You're so sweet," she said. "Thank you. A lot of guys are never this nice to me."

Finally, Chia returned and joined them.

"Jazz, you look like a snack!" she raved over Jazmine. "You should buy that dress."

"I think I will," Jazmine agreed. "I'll go change and get my stuff."

After Hiro bought their clothes and Jazmine's sexy red dress, he walked the girls outside to Chia's car. Chia got inside and started it up, while Hiro said a few things to Jazmine.

"You wanna come hang at the party I'm DJ'ing at?" he asked her.

"Sorry, I'm not a party girl," she bashfully replied. He playfully nudged her.

"C'mon, Jazzy. It's the beginning of the year. You should get a few parties in before all your work starts piling up. All you have to do is write my report, finish yours, and I'll pick you up for the party," he pleaded. She pursed her lips in deep thought.

"I guess I can come," she said, earning an excited grin from him. "When does it start?"

"It starts at ten. I'll come get you at 9." When she reached in for a farewell hug he whispered in her ear, "Bring that dress, too." And with that, she was left outside the car feeling somewhat vulnerable (in the best way possible) and delighted by her afternoon at the mall. The wound in her soul that her old friends had created, when they left, was sealed closed by her new ones.

~End of Flashback~

Now, that wound was reopened and needed mending. Once again, Jazmine was left feeling vulnerable, but not in a good way, like in her memories. She lied on the floor next to her ringing phone that was illuminated with her father's name on its screen. She reached for it and pressed decline for the fifth time, unlocking it to block his number (just for the night, of course). Then, she went to her contact list and clicked on a tab named, "Potential Bae :)". She held the phone to her ear as it began to ring.

"Hello?" a masculine voice answered.

"Hey," she greeted him in a raspy tone. She always hated how raspy her voice got whenever she was done crying.

"You OK?" he asked. "You sound sad."

"Yeah, I just want to talk a little. Can you come over?"


A/N: ;) Who do you think Huey was talking to when he was talking to the moon?

Who was Jazmine talking to on the phone?

But most importantly, who ships GranddadxKyoto? XD

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Also, I have an amazing song to go with this song on the Wattpad version of this story! If you wanna hear it, go to my Wattpad account, 0XLilaX0 (yes, those are zeroes), and go to this same chapter to hear it. See you next weekend! :)