A/N: Sorry for long wait you guys had to endure :/! This chapter was hard to write. I honestly could've done better with this chapter. Enh, at least I updated and can move on to another arc in this fic :D! And what? 8O reviews, 23 favorites and 25 follows :D! Danng, you guys are gonna make me the happiest sista ever ^-^! Thaaaanks for the love :D!

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Anyway, let's move on to story-telling. Sorry for talking a lot (._. )…

Disclaimer: I do not own Boondocks…just my OCs.

Warning: Fluff & unintentional grammar/punctuation mistakes.

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Chapter 14: Mother Nature's Cockblock…

"Mother Nature doesn't care if you're having fun." –Larry Niven

Jazmine

Damn, I seriously don't know how to react to this situation. 99.9% of you females would either squeal in mega delight or take advantage of this very interesting (Yeah…that seems like the right adjective to use) opportunity. Hell, I don't blame you guys -I mean, have you seen Huey shirtless? He looks like a freakin' Calvin Klein model people! He's even got the appealing V! God, I can see from his short that he's gifte-Sorry for going off subject. I just remembered this is a teen-rated story. Anyway, that very microscopic 0.01% would've been bitch-slapped by confusion and wonder what to do in this very awkward position.

Well…I happen to be this 0.01%.

Hey, what can I do in this situation? It's not every day that you find yourself in bed with the boy you've developed a mega crush on for more than 6 years. And again, what the hell am I doing here? Don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to be here alone in his room but wasn't I in the school cafeteria moments ago? Hm…

Slowly unlacing Huey's arms from my waist (to my dismay) and jerking up in a sitting position, I frantically observed his- and his bro's- bedroom, trying to find many possible reasons to my whereabouts in here with Huey's sexy form (did I already tell you he's shirtless, currently not hiding his beautifully engraved 8 packs? ) by my side. But every time I do so, I kept coming to conclusion that something very perverted had happened and I mysteriously don't remember a dang thing. Sigh, times like this, I wish I held the power of time-traveling. Then I could just rewind the time period and see how the hell I ended up here.

Though, the only thing I do recall was the event from the school cafeteria. I do remember that I had come to the school cafeteria at one point and found Huey mopping up the marble floor with Caesar. Huey and I also held a small conversation and somehow- in the end, kissed (?). Wait! Yeah, that was it! We did make-out…Wow; I can't believe I did that! That was a real kiss… with Huey Percival Freeman.

Popping the collar of this shirt cockily, I smiled in happiness, obviously proud of my big achievement.

Looks like this is a major sign.

A sign that meant a relationship with Huey could happen.

Yeah, I think this could be a good time to discuss about the kiss with Huey and finally ask him if we're officially bodyfriend/girlfriend. And it'd be about time too! I mean, with all the things that we've been through together in our 'just friend' status, I was worried we'd end up in the status of 'friends with benefit'. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind doing things with him (at ALL…I'm a freak, I know.) but I want Huey to belong to me. I want to tell him to face I love you with sincerity. I want him to be my prince-charming.

Okay, okay. Maybe this sounded cheesy-as-cheese. But it's true. I really love Huey Freeman.

Sighing to the thought, I lazily turned around, only to find Huey by my side, sleeping blissfully.

Oh. Em. Gee.

Huey looks so adorable! The way his eyes were closed, the way little breaths slipped out of his lips and last but definitely not the least, his dimples! I saw a faint sign of dimples on his cheeks. How could I have not noticed this before! Hm…he looks too cute. Why the hell didn't he tell he has dimples!? He knows I love dimples! The hell? Was he scared that I'd harass him like a freak about it? Of course, I'd do that! They're just so…Gawd! I can't even define its inhuman cuteness.

Squealing and jumping excitedly like a girl (well, I believe I have a grapefruit so I'm officially a female) on bed, a very crucial thought came in mind. And that, right away, stopped my constant jumping and squealing (I'm still surprised Huey was still asleep after all that). Why the hell am I wearing this big shirt –which isn't mine, for your information...- and big gym shorts. And who the hell changed me while I was unconscious?! Wait…don't tell me Huey changed me! Don't tell me he saw my bra and underwear…

Naked me…

Bra…

Underwear…

Ketchup…

Holy Shit!

Everything went off in my head as I had reached that alarming thought. Emergency sirens, which you'd hear in military bases when intruders are on sight, went off in my head. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought I was going to collapse in major anxiety. The urge of going up to a wall and bang my head, to get this awkwardness and embarrassment over with, was aggrandizing at each second. Not wasting any time, I immediately pulled the covers off me, jumped out of bed and ran so fast to the bathroom with ultimate speed that even Sonic the Hedgehog wouldn't even be able to do.

Reaching the bathroom from across the hallway, I hurriedly entered and closed the door. I forgot I'm at my time of the month. God, why did this have to happen now; just when I finally gathered the courage to face Huey and speak to him about our status? Why did Mother Nature have to be a cock-block?! Why do I have my ketchup now?! Oh god, please tell me Huey didn't change me and see a glimpse of my pad in my underwear?! SHIT! I bet he found it disgusting! God, no! Now my plan to be with Huey is ruined!

Sadly falling down on the macadamized floor on my knees and hiding my face in shame, I heard a few knocks from the other side of the bathroom door. Seriously, this wasn't a good time for someone to interrupt my emo moment.

Knock! Knock!

…Let me sadden in shame… If Huey and I being together wasn't gonna happen, then I might as well…

Knock! Knock!

…Be alone forever and live with 34 cats for the rest of my pitiful life...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

…For the love of God, someone stop that motherfuckin knock before I cry -

"Jaz, are you okay?"

As soon as I heard Huey's soothing voice from the other side of the door, I jumped in surprise, cutting short my swearing fest. God, what the hell is he doing here? As I replayed that thought, I face-palmed to my stupidity. How could I forget that he lives here! God, I'm getting dumber by the minute. Ah, man I'm not ready to face him. He probably noticed I was in my ketchup and found it nasty. He probably came just to be mean to me about it.

Hiding my face with the end of the shirt's sleeves, I stubbornly stayed in the bathroom, not willing to come out and face the end. "No," I muffled back an answer.

For some weird reason, I could sense concern radiating from the other side of the bathroom door. W-wait? Could Huey be worried of me? Nope, I doubt that. I bet it's my sense going out of whack. He's probably disgusted of me. God, I bet Mother Nature is up there in the sky right now, laughing her ass off at me. Why embarrassing things have to happen to me?! Now, I bet Huey doesn't wanna be with me. A thought of defeat came to me as I blew air of frustration.

Jazmine DuBois: O Mother Nature: 1

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Zonnique

My mouth hung wide open for so long that possibly a fly could be entering inside my mouth at any moment- Ew, on second thought, I'll just close my mouth now. Doing so, I couldn't help but be put in a spell of shock as my eyes were on my sister and her date.

Wow. Is this actually happening?

All this time, the guy whom was flirting my sister on Facebook was…Mr. Freeman, as in Robert? Dang, this is one small world alright. It's hard to explain the feeling I'm harboring right now...Euh I'm surprised and unfazed at the same time, I know, weird right? But what could I say? I'm surprised that this mysterious Denziel guy my sister wouldn't stop talking about is Granddad. But at the same time, I'm unfazed since they both search for singles on the internet, so their encounter was bound to happen.

My eyes still zooming upon Carlotta with Granddad from, I absent-mindedly pulled out my iPhone from my pocket to film their rendez-vous. Looks like shit's about to go down.

Lights. Camera. Action.

While my camera started recording, Carlotta and Granddad both sat down on their designated dining table and commenced holding a friendly conversation. Seriously, thank god this camera can hear their words from afar or else this spying activity wouldn't be any fun. I could sense Caesar, Hiro and Cindy crowding around me, checking out the event I was filming. Heh, I bet now Cindy doesn't regret coming along to this spying thing.

Carlotta smiled appreciatively at Robert, with her dimples faintly showing. "Robert thanks for inviting me to this beautiful place for diner. I really appreciate it," she thanked as she butterflied her eyes. But the strange thing was the tone she had used…it was weird and forced. She was trying to sound like some skanky hoe. You know, with their little slutty tone they use to trick their STD'ed clients. My friends obviously noticed since they started stifling their laughs.

Cindy poked my shoulder, still stifling her laughter. "Dang, she wants the D real bad." I nodded in agreement while filming. Yup, she want it real bad; most of the time, my sister's dates would always end up disastrous so she never gets laid in the end. I just hope she'll get laid one day; I don't want her to end up like that guy from the movie The 4O year-old virgin. Yikes!

Granddad did his famous Mr. Bitches grin to my sister. "You're welcome. I just wanted to see for myself how you truly are…And dang, you look beautiful," he winked at Carlotta, making her giggle and blush.

After that mini conversation, silence capacitated their environment. They both picked up their menu pamphlet and began checking for food they'd like to order. But all of a sudden, Carlotta flatly placed the folder back on the table, her deadpanned demeanor concentrated on Granddad. "Ok…this ain't right," she said with no sign of emotion. "Be straight with me now, are you a criminal?"

Granddad dropped his pamphlet while gaping, utterly flabbergasted by her random question. "What the hell?"

"Now, answer my question Robert, are you a criminal?" she repeated her question, still holding her emotionless visage. Dang, with that look, she could be Huey's copycat.

"N-no!" he shockingly stammered. "But what's with the ques-"

"Are you transsexual?"

"No!"

"Do you have any baby mamas?"

"No! What the f-"

"Are you a pimp?"

"No! Carlotta what's up with the-"

"Do you have a penis?"

"No…Wait, that's not it!" he sputtered with his voice getting loud. "Carlotta, what's with all these questions? Shit, the way you were interrogating me, I have the impression I'm in the police station." His voice finally calmed down as he arranged his specks to properly focus on his date.

Carlotta's emotionless façade broke into a guilty smile. "I'm so sorry for the interrogation Robert. It's just I had been through crazy- and I mean crazy- dates with weird people. I just want to make sure you're not one of them."

I snorted to my sister's statement. No shit, Sherlock. My sister had been through so many- I ain't kiddin when I mean so many- failed and crazy dates with weird people. Most of the people she met had baby mamas, were transsexuals, broke, devil worshippers (long story…) and many more. And that was just the normal shit that happens to her. I'd tell you the worst date she ever had but that'd be too shocking for you guys to register. You'd just be sitting in your computer seats with your mouth gaping for a long time. Yup, that bad my amigos.

While I was in the process of filming everything, Mr. Freeman's worried frown transformed into a sheepish grin. "Nah, it's okay. I have to admit, I also had many weird dates too. Hell, I even remember dating some Kumate (ah-yah!) kung-fu bitch that also killed me and Tom," he chuckled sheepishly.

Wait, is me or did you all hear an ah-yah? I swear to God, I heard it when Mr. Freeman said Kumate ku-

Ah-yah!

There!

There it was! Here, let me just say it again. Kumate!

Ah-yah!

Kumate! Kumate!

Ah-yah! Ah-yah!

Kumate! Kumate! Kumate!

Ah-yah! Ah-yah! Ah-yah! Whoooo-ah-yah!

Okay, I'll stop. Sorry for interrupting you guys; it's just this is so much fun! Teehee!

Anyway; Carlotta's jaw fell in mixture of bewilderment and amusement to Mr. Freeman's sentence. "No fuckiiiin way! What happened to her after?"

"She blew herself up," he bluntly said, drinking a glass of water.

Carlotta blinked in surprise, not knowing how to respond to such tragedy. "Wow, that's tragic man."

"Uh-huum," Mr. Freeman nodded in agreement.

Carlotta's poker-face returned after the atmosphere had gotten comfortable. "But seriously, you have a dick right?" Mr. Robert deadpanned, which made her lift her arms in surrender. "Damn…Can't a sista know who she dealin' with?" Carlotta teased with a friendly smile.

As we chuckled to my sister's nonsense, I felt another tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I find Caesar carrying a face of worry.

Hm, I bet he's going to ask me about Jazmine's whereabouts. Ever since we started this whole after school cleaning duty, there's been some tension between Huey and Caesar. Sigh, I guess they're probably fighting for Jazmine's heart. Oh man, I could tell that things are gonna get ugly sooner or later because of that. Like, for an example, imagine if Caesar asked Jazmine out on a dance but Huey didn't say anything but wanted to go with her too (that would so be Huey). That could cause a big-ass mess to clean. And Mr. Clean won't be able to clean this one...Just sayin.

"Yeah Caez?" I asked while making sure my camera got a perfect view of the couple.

"Where da hell is Jazz? Ain't she goin to come?" he asked, worry present in his chocolate eyes.

I sighed, contemplating whether I should really tell him or not.

To tell you the truth, I know where Jazmine is…but it's just, I don't know if I should tell Caesar about it. Huey texted me hours ago how he brought her to his house since she wasn't feeling too well and I don't want anything to disturb Jazmine's chance with Huey. And I know for sure Caesar will try everything he can to prevent that from happening. But he's also my best-friend and I can't lie to him. Hm…should I tell him or not? God, this is harder than that other time I had to choose between Family Guy and American Dad (Those shows are too funny man! Which one do you prefer?).

Biting my lips a bit, I chuckled sheepishly. "Jazzy went back home since she wasn't feeling so well."

Caesar nodded in understanding, resuming watching the couple from afar.

I silently sighed, feeling kinda guilty about lying to Caez.

I gotta do it for Jazmine, that sista needs to step up her status with Huey. This could be her chance to finally go out with Huey…Girl Power!

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Huey

"Jazmine," I called out as I continued knocking lightly on the bathroom door. "Wait! Don't tell me the evil government infiltrated here…"

"No, it's not that Huey," she muffled from the other side of the door, in her old innocent Jazmine tone. "I'm embarrassed…"

I sighed in tiresome.

Today had been a very…eventful day. Yeah, that seems like the right word to describe it.

This afternoon, while I was cleaning the cafeteria, Jazmine was there and we kissed. I honestly don't know how that happened. It came out of nowhere and I went with the flow. I don't how Jazmine does it but it's like every time I look through her emerald eyes, I always get in this sort of spell. She makes me feel different…as though I'm in bliss. I guess you could say happy. Oh god, I'd never thought I'd find the day where I'm- insert eye roll- happy. And I don't like this feeling and I'm never happy. So I'm new in this area.

Anyway, but she had fainted so I brought her here, in my house.

Hey, don't get the wrong idea; I didn't do anything to her. Revolutionists aren't perverts.

Hm, you wanna know how Jazmine was in different attire? Well, when she woke for a short span of time, she changed herself in a comfortable outfit. She stole my shirt and used her own big shorts. I didn't do anything to her and I didn't see anything like her bra and underwear, honest! We were just previously resting tranquilly on my bed…that was it! Nothing happened…

I brought her over to my house since there was no one in her place and she needed to rest; she has a fever (the reason why she had fainted at school). So that might be the reason why she's acting weird now. I guess she wasn't her usual kind but inappropriate self. At times, when Jazmine has a fever, her mood is out of whack, in other words; mood swings. One minute, she's calm then the other, she gets all wild and depressive. See, that is why I don't let Jazmine drink. I mean, look now, she didn't even drink and she's acting out-of-ordinary. Imagine with her drunk…And when she's drunk, she's very different. I think you had already witnessed that when she was in Caesar's party.

Sighing again in tiresome, I sat on the floor, my back on the bathroom door. "You're embarrassed of what Jazmine?"

I heard a sigh from the other side of the door. "…of me!"

I arched an eyebrow, not comprehending Jazmine at all. Why is she embarrassed of herself, I should be the one embarrassed. Look at me; I have an ignorant grandfather and a dumb-ass brother who still believes Gangstalicious isn't gay. "Why?" I curiously asked.

"…because."

I deadpanned. "Jazmine, that's not a real answer."

"Yeah it is! It's short and simple!"

"Jaz…tell me," I ordered in my usual nonchalant tone.

"No…" Jazmine opposed in a childish tone.

"Yes…"

"No…"

"Yes…"

"Yes..."

"Jaz, do you think I'm that dumb to fall for that trick?"

"…Well, it's worth a try," she muttered in her old Jazmine tone.

I could just hear Jazmine face-palming herself and cursing under her breath. But seriously? I'd never fall for that trick. I mean, growing up with a troublesome brother, I had to know every old trick from the book. Rolling my eyes to Jazmine's little trick, I went back to the subject.

"But seriously, why are you acting like this?"

"Because I'm embarrassed of myself. I always say the most stupid things-"

"That's true," I bluntly agreed with a nod. Hey, what she said back there is true. There were times when she'd yell out random things. Hell, I still remember that time when she yelled out loud 'Huey is my Daddy' in the supply closet. And I have no further comment about that.

Jazmine semi-playfully gasped. "Harsh much?"

I snorted. "That's my nature, no?"

"But seriously Huey, I still don't understand how you're still by my side. I mean, look at me. I'm a mess. I'm weird, I talk a lot and now you probably find me nasty," Jazmine sniffed after finishing up her sentence. Oh god, don't tell me she's gonna cry. I hate it when she does that, it makes me feel all guilty and –what's that word? – sad. What did she mean by finding her nasty?

I sighed once more –how many times has it been? 4 times? - as I held the bridge of my nose and lowered my head. "Look Jazmine, I don't know where you get all these ideas from but they're all false. You're outgoing, funny, beautiful and gentle. Yes, at times, you say stupid random stuff but that's what makes you… you."

Jazmine sniffed. "Huey…d-do you like me? As more than a friend?"

I froze, not expecting that kind of question.

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Jazmine

I sniffed as my eyes were locked on the tiled floor. "Huey…d-do you like me? As more than a friend?"

Spontaneously, I was met with silence.

No respond was heard. Nada. Rien. Not a word found in the air at this moment. It was hard to tell Huey's sounds and actions with this deadly silence surrounding our area. My heart was pounding uncontrollably to the unbearable dead air; its heartbeat was the only sound my ears could secretly register. At this point, this could be risky. It's uncertain if Huey has a thing for me. If Huey likes me, then I'll be the happiest living being in this shitty excuse of earth. But if Huey doesn't like me, then my heart will break into pieces, crash and burn.

Yup, overall, this confession I did is risky all right.

Oh god…seriously, I will literally cry if he says no! I've love him ever since we were 10 years old. So imagine if he says no. Oh god, I'm scared…

Sighing in semi-bravery, I held up my little dignity and turned the door knob to open the door, only to be met by the unexpected scenery. All that fear immediately flew away and was replaced by pure happiness. A smile crept up on my face as hope sparked my eyes.

Sitting on the floor, in front of me, Huey's eyes were nervously/frustratedly locked on the floor with little blush present on his cheeks. His action explained enough information. It was as if he was contemplating with his feelings, confused as hell by all this. I mean, he is Huey, so it's understandable. M-maybe he does like me after all…Slowly lifting up his chin, his gaze were met by mines, immediately descending it back onto the floor with blush expanding on his face. Wait, is Huey…nervous?

Absentmindedly on my crawling form, I advanced towards Huey and slid a finger smoothly on the tip of his chin. "Huey," I softly whispered, ignoring my heart's uncontrollable pace. I tenderly grabbed his chin and turn his face close to mines. At this point, I was blushing like crazy, excessive heat overtaking over my body. But strangely, I felt really hot…as if I was having a fever. But I ignored it and uttered a few simple words. "Do y-you like me…as more than a friend?" I asked once again, in my small voice.

"Idiot, of course I like you more than a friend," Huey's lip formed a small smirk as he engulfed me in a warm heart-warming hug. "Why did you think I was drop-kicking niggas away from you?"

I giggled girlishly to his comment. Even in this romantic moment, Huey is still his scary self. "D-does this mean, we're officially more than friends?"

Huey's smirk didn't budge. "Yeah."

As soon as he said that, I couldn't help but hold a smile, a smile so big that even Kool-Aid Man couldn't beat. I swear, right now I'm hearing fireworks going off, cheers of accomplishment aggrandizing and wedding bells ringing in its cute loving way. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating but come on! I'm finally going out with Huey…YES! Man, I could just hear someone calling me Jazmine Elizabeth Freeman one day. I don't know why but I just know that we're gonna last long. Still hugging Huey with a smile, a thought came in my mind;

Ha! Take that Mother Nature! I won! Gna gna gna-gna-gnaaaa!

Jazmine: 100 Mother Nature: 1

A/N II: Hm...looks like Huey & Jaz are finally together :P! But do you think it'll last forever? Well, only can tell :)

And no, Huey didn't do anything appropriate with Jazmine or see anything perverted (the girl's in her ketchup, of course I'm not gonna make 'em do freaky shit :P. It's even stated in chapter 1O that she was in her ketchup…) Jazmine changed herself but didn't remember any of that because she was sick ( she had a fever, one of the side effects of having a ketchup…yup, sucks being a female lol) :/! Just a little heads up in case you guys were confused there lol.

Again, sorry for long-ass wait but this chapter was hard to write -.-! I still don't like this chapter :/ But TRUST me, next chapter will be MUCH better :P (Trust me :D)! Anyway, review :)