Helloooo there! Yes, I know it's been a moment. I said it in another story but I know you all don't read EVERYTHING I write so I'll say it again: I got a job. And then...I got a second job. lol. The second job didn't work out though (And I'm not sorry about it) so I will have more time, but I won't be able to update every single day like I've done in the past. Don't worry though, I'm not gonna let this go by the wayside :P

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So, this chapter was supposed to go 100 percent differently, but the way I was writing it...it just wasn't clicking. So just know that this chapter was completely unplanned, un-thought out, and un...needed? Not the right word...just know that I never planned on this existing. Oh, well. LOL

And another random fact? For some reason my laptop just wasn't getting internet anywhere I tried to submit this...except for this bathroom. So I am currently sitting on the bathroom floor just to update this. The things I do for love... :P

"Wow they redesigned the site, what do you think of it Sapphire?"

I'm pretty sure you realized it already but if you go to the bottom of the page it'll have a "regular site" link you can click on to go back to the original layout. I think the new one is for mobile access or something...but like I said I'm late and you probably already knew. haha.

"The longer the better, yes?"

Oh, definitely. Just so ya'll know, this story will be no shorter than 40 chapters. No longer than 50. So...put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!

This author's note is too long. I type too much. I'm going to stop now.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Boondocks.

A Not So Brilliant Idea

There was something wonderful about the week before Spring Break that had even Huey in a good mood. Just knowing that a temporary reprieve of freedom was within reach did miracles for the tired and the weary. It renewed the spirit. It rejuvenated the soul…

"…WAAAHHHHHHH!"

…At least it was supposed to.

Huey sighed, shaking his head and opening his eyes. Why Jazmine decided to have her little tantrums during his morning meditations he'd never understand. It was the one time, the only time he had during the day to get in some serious calming breaths and sun salutations, and he could never do it because she was so busy freaking out over what was usually nothing that he had to go care.

He hated caring. It was a lot of work.

"What?" he yelled, resting his hands on his knees and leaning past the coffee table to stare towards the cracked bedroom door. There was a long pause that made him frown, since Jazmine was nothing if not wordy. And then, there was a loud sob.

"I'M FAILING MATH!"

He blinked. For the first time since he'd known her she was freaking out over something that was actually important.

Alright…the second.

He had to process the given information just to get over the shock of it before clearing his throat.

"…What?"

Ooh. That was a productive comment. He heard a lot of rustling, followed by Jazmine stomping out their room, shaking a sheet of paper in her hand.

"I just c-checked my grades online!" she managed through an abundance of hiccupping and sniffles. She wiped at her puffy, wet eyes with her sleeve as he rose to his feet. "And I'm f-failing Combinatorial N-Number Theory! A-A-And-" She broke off, dropping the page and burying her face in her hands as she began to sob worse than when he had beaten her out for high school Valedictorian. Huey groaned, shaking his head.

"You still have time to-"

"IT'S ONLY G-GONNA GET W-W-WORSE!" she wailed shrilly, making him cover his ears. "If I c-can't get this I w-won't get the o-o-other stuff and…I'm good a-at math!" Her face crumpled into an expression heartbreaking enough to make the devil himself feel bad and she started crying all over again.

"Okay, you're gonna need to calm down," Huey warned. "Otherwise you're…oh. Nevermind, you started already." He walked past the woman who was now gasping for air while still managing to sob like there was no tomorrow. Grabbing Jazmine's inhaler out the bathroom he calmly walked back into the living room, wordlessly handed her the inhaler, and watched as she puffed on while flopping onto the couch. He eyed her.

"Better?"

She hiccupped, shrugging. "No." Her voice was hoarse. He shrugged as well, flopping down beside her.

"Could've been worse. Could've been a-"

"You think everything could be a status asthmaticus." Jazmine sniffed, rolling her eyes. "Paranoid."

Paranoid his ass. When they'd been in tenth grade she'd had a severe asthma attack during their P.E. class (never mind that he'd warned the teacher that if she made her do the presidential fitness test it would probably happen). It had taken a good few minutes to get her inhaler due to the stupid moron who'd volunteered to get it stopping to buy a bag of Fritos out the vending machine on the way to the nurse's office. And by the time she did get it, clutching it like it was buried treasure, it hadn't worked and she'd wound up passing out.

Which hadn't freaked out too many people…except for the part where it did.

So after Jazmine had to go through an ambulance trip, narrowly missed lung failure, and a clusterfuck of enough drugs to give Lindsay Lohan an overdose, Huey decided that all those times Jazmine had said she couldn't practice forms with him on the hill because her asthma was acting up…it probably hadn't been an excuse. And, unknown to Jazmine, he'd promptly found the guy who had stalled on getting her inhaler in the first place after school (who cared that it wouldn't have worked anyway?) and blacked his eye.

That would teach him.

So, long story short, it was usually him who was worried about her asthma as opposed to her, and he wasn't even the one who had it! But he couldn't help it that every time she started having an attack he thought back to when she nearly died and got all paranoid about it. He worried about it! So sue him!

But since she was now forming coherent sentences and had gone back to her trademark hiccupping, he figured she'd be okay…this time.

"I can't believe I'm failing," Jazmine mumbled, her voice still small. "I've never gotten below an A in…anything."

Huey shrugged. "Um…there's a first time for everything?" When she shot him a glare, her already red eyes filling again he sighed, holding up his hands. "Okay, okay! Well, why don't you get a tutor?"

"Because," she sniffed, tossing her inhaler from hand to hand. "The ones at school confuse me. And there aren't that many who do know about Number Theory. And the few professors that are good at it are always too busy or something." She hiccupped again. He sighed.

"Well…" He racked his brain for ideas. "Do you know anyone who could help you?"

Jazmine shrugged, then blinked. Her eyes widened.

"Actually…" She snapped her fingers. "Cameron could!"

Huey made a face. "Okay…do you know anyone else who could help you?"

Jazmine stuck out her tongue. "You're not funny."

"…I wasn't aware that I was trying to be…"

"Ooh, why didn't I think of it before?" Jazmine jumped up, rushing into their room. "He said he didn't mind helping me! And it makes so much sense when he explains it! And he's so smart…I know you're making faces, Huey!"

"What?" Huey stopped making a gagging expression long enough to glance at the door. "I am doing no such thing. And I don't appreciate negative, inaccurate accusations such as…" When Jazmine poked her head over the doorframe long enough to shoot him a knowing look he snorted. "How could I not make faces? He's a-"

"Don't start!" Jazmine chimed, disappearing back into their room. "I'm gonna see if he can come by today!"

"…Really?" His one day off that week and he had to see pretty boy Cameron? Shoot, the boy won't even that smart! "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Then go do something so you don't have to deal with him!" Jazmine suggested loudly. He rolled his eyes.

"I ain't leaving him here with just you."

There was the sound of their closet door slamming, followed by Jazmine poking her head over the frame again. Her eyes were narrowed.

"And may I ask why?" Her voice was hard. "Is it because you don't trust me?"

Wow. When did she learn to be so scary? He shook his head.

"Oh, it's not you I don't trust."

"Whatever." Her head vanished from view again and he heard the closet door reopen. "Well, fine! I'll meet him somewhere! Better?"

Well, it would be better for his eyes…but did he really want her to be alone with this guy somewhere that he couldn't witness it? He winced.

"Actually…you could just stay here…"

"Nope!" Jazmine came out of their room, a towel hanging from her arm. She went into the bathroom, closing the door. "We'll go to the library, okay?"

"Or, like I just said, he could just come here." Huey sighed. "I really don't care."

"Nah!" The sound of the shower cutting on muffled Jazmine's voice. "There would be less distractions there anyway! There's too much food here!"

That girl and food. He rolled his eyes, reaching for his own textbook.

"Fine. Whatever."

What the hell did he care for, anyway? After all, Jazmine was merely taking initiative and trying to turn around her bad grade. So what if she just happened to be getting help from a man who practically eyed her like she was a rib-eye steak whenever in close enough proximity? He ain't give a shit!

…Oh, who was he kidding? He completely gave a shit!

One thing that sucked about being an ex-cheating ho? You couldn't exactly get anywhere near implying that your significant other could possibly wind up doing it as well. Not that he ever thought she would, but he did think that Cameron wasn't above it himself. Only if he expressed this to Jazmine, she'd interpret it completely different, blow it all out of proportion…and he'd be sleeping on the couch for the next three nights like he'd had to when he'd donated her Coach purse to charity the April before. And he really didn't feel like sleeping on the couch.

He was so busy assessing the entire situation that he didn't even notice Jazmine come back out the bathroom and finish getting dressed until she was getting her coat out the hall closet, giving him a pleading look.

"The train's been giving me motion sickness. Is it okay if I drive your car?"

He started to say no until he realized that she might need a quick getaway if the creep tried to make a move. "Uh…sure."

"Yay!" She clapped her hands enthusiastically, catching his keys with minimal effort when he tossed them to her. "Thanks, love you, bye!" She was out the front door before he could even take a breath. He blinked, shaking his head as he heard her singing "I'm gonna pass math! I'm gonna pass math!" down the hallway. After a few seconds he snorted, waving his hand and cutting on the TV.

"Man, whatever." He flipped through the channels, propping his feet on the coffee table. Cameron wasn't gonna try anything. After all, he was a grad student. As a grad student he should know better than to try and mess with a pregnant woman. Besides-

"That nigga ain't stupid," Huey snorted, stopping on a news channel. Jazmine came face to face with Maya two months after their entire incident and merely ignored her. He wasn't nice. He wasn't Jazmine. If Huey came to face to face with Cameron upon finding out he'd pulled something, Cameron would be dead. It was as simple as that.

Shit, Huey won't scared of jail. It wasn't like he hadn't been there before.

…Alright, he was starting to sound insane now…

Luckily, his cell phone started ringing, which broke through his illogical thoughts. He flipped it open, muting the story about some robber who stopped on the way out of the bank to ask a woman if he could take her out sometime before shoving the phone between his ear and shoulder.

"Hello?"

"Aye!" Caesar's cheerful voice rang in his ear. "Watchu doin, homie?"

"Not choking a nigga," Huey said casually, reaching for the newspaper. There was a pause.

"…What?"

"Nothing." He sat up straighter, flipping through the paper. "What's going on?"

"You watchin' the South Africa World Cup, man?"

"No."

"Oh." Caesar paused. "Well…what about them Celtics?"

"Ceez, shut up." Huey rolled his eyes. "You did not call me to talk about sports." He heard his best friend sigh.

"You right. You always right." Caesar cleared his throat. "Alright, you remember that guy from our eleventh grade World Literature class? Uh, Lincoln?"

"The one who always played Slightly Stoopid out of his dumb car windows and smelled like Tabasco sauce and gym socks?"

"Yeah, that guy!" Caesar sounded like he was trying not to laugh. "Well, apparently his cousin goes to the same school as Cindy. And, apparently, Cindy's been hanging out with him a lot."

Uh-oh. Huey pressed his lips together to keep his I-told-you-so from bouncing off his tongue. He couldn't help it that he hated Cindy. But while his hatred for her ran deep and wide, it didn't necessarily make her a cheating ho.

"Well..." He worked to keep his tone even. "Just because they're hanging out doesn't mean they're anything more."

"I know, I know!" Caesar laughed again, even though it sounded nervous. "I just figured I could ask you, since you know all about cheating and all."

Huey's expression fell flat. "Goodbye, Caesar."

"Man, I'm just kidding!" Caesar snorted. "I know the long distance thing is hard and we lucky it's worked this long, but…I mean, how am I supposed to ask about it without sounding like a creepy stalker?"

"You could just try not asking about it until you have more information." Huey shrugged, staring at the screen; now the newscasters were talking about some woman who strangled her ex husband to death with a duck printed shower curtain. Man, some weird people were in Chicago. He heard Caesar snort again.

"Because I just get so much information from Pennsylvania when I'm in Maryland."

"It's not that far."

"It don't matter!"

"Well, what the hell do you want me to say?" he snapped. "That you should go up to UPenn and spy on her?"

There was a long pause. Huey stared at the phone.

"Ceez…I was kidding."

"I know, I know." Caesar's voice was thoughtful. "But that's…a good ass joke. So good that I'm gonna take it seriously."

"I don't think you should-"

"Oh, come on! It's perfect!" Caesar sounded confident. "Not only would I conveniently be able to see for myself, but at the same time she wouldn't even be aware of my suspicions in the first place! Not that I don't trust her," he added quickly. "It's just him I don't trust."

Oh, god. How familiar did that sound? Huey couldn't help but consider his words.

"Well…"

'Don't let this dumbass get you in trouble.'

"Caesar, no. I'm warning you." Huey shook his head. "Don't do it. It won't end well."

"It could end well!"

"It could…but it won't."

After a few more moments, Caesar sighed.

"I guess you right. Maybe I'm being paranoid anyway."

"Yup."

"I just…women don't get how men think, you know?" Caesar sounded annoyed. "They think "Ooh, he offered to drive me to work" or "Oh, he just offered to buy me coffee so we could talk" or "He's just helping me study" is all innocent. But it ain't." There was a dark laugh on the dreadhead's part. "Oh, it definitely ain't."

Huey glared at the phone. His best friend was not helping! Even worse, Caesar decided to keep talking.

"I mean, it starts off good." Caesar's voice was dramatic. "One minute she's innocently going over her homework assignment with him at the library or some café. And then, he suggests they take a break. Get some fresh air or something to eat or go check out some jazz festival at the park…next thing you know dat nigga got her holding her ankles in the back of a Chili's."

"You are such a dumbass-" Huey cut off as another call beeped in. "Hold on."

"Aiight, son!"

Huey clicked over to the other line, pressing the phone back up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey!" Jazmine's cheerful voice sounded in his ear. "You doing okay?"

"Um…yeah?" Didn't he just see her like, twenty minutes ago? What did she want? "What's up?"

"Well, I was almost to the library, but Cameron called me and asked if I wanted to meet him at Chili's instead cause he's hungry! And I'm starving!" Jazmine mistook Huey's shocked silence for intense listening and went on. "So, I'm on my way there. I just wanted to let you know. Is that okay?"

"Yeahhhh…" Huey made a face. "Just…stay away from red meat?"

"Pssh. No? Bye!"

Click.

Huey stared at the phone for a few more seconds before pushing the talk button again, slowly lifting it to his ear once again.

"…Hello?"

"Bout time…damn." Caesar let out a low whistle. "You sound like someone told your ass you only got a year to live. What's up?"

"Nothing." Huey snorted. "I'm good. I gotta go."

"Oh. Alright. Peace!"

Huey hung up, shaking his head and tossing his phone aside. He glanced towards the TV and sighed, turning it off.

It was his day off. Did he really want to spend his day off tracking down his girlfriend and her shady ass study buddy at a chain restaurant?

…Well, he wouldn't be spying, technically. He'd be…checking on her. Yeah, that was the word!

In that case…he quickly jumped up from the couch, tossing the remote aside to hurry up and get dressed. Within record time he was out the apartment and on the train, trying to convince himself that he wasn't being an ass. He couldn't help it that he could recognize that Jazmine's "friend" was a conniving douchebag!

Alright, not his best adjective usage, but still! The point remained that innocent, trusting Jazmine had no idea what she was dealing with. And that he needed to make sure she was okay. After all, she knew nothing about self defense. He couldn't just leave her hanging!

Who was he kidding? He was just being a nosy mother fucker.

By the time the train made it to the stop closest to the Chili's he was feeling a bit less sure about this. After all, Cameron may have been a whipped pretty boy, but he was doing Jazmine a favor. And he did seem nice…

Polar Bears seemed nice, too…until they ate you.

Huey hopped off the train, flipping the hood of his sweatshirt over his head so he could cover his face. At least he tried to, but then his afro sort of got in the way so he had to tie it back in a painful ponytail so tight his eyes felt ready to pop out the sockets. He tried to flip the hood over again, the dark blue material falling over his eyes.

Word.

He tucked his hands in his pockets as he walked casually into the Chili's, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes and an I'm-not-here-to-spy-on-anyone-I-swear expression on his face. The hostess looked up as he approached, offering him a bright smile.

"Hi! Welcome to Chili's!" She looked behind him as if searching for others. "How many in your-"

"One." He let his eyes roam over the place, his eyebrows drawing together. He didn't see them anywhere…the hostess nodded, grabbing one menu out a rack and starting through the restaurant.

"Right this way!"

He followed her through the restaurant, quickly scanning the tables they passed. White guy…another white guy…more white guys…some white kids…

Damn. Where were they?

"Sorry for seating you so far in the back, but it's pretty crowded up there." The hostess gestured to a booth near the back corner of the place, grinning. "Is this alright?"

Huey looked around. The only other people who were back here were a man and a woman…a woman whose bright hair was spilling from under her hat and whose green eyes were focused on the guy in front of her. He nodded, sitting down and taking the menu.

"Perfect."

In all honesty, this wasn't the best spot to be. Since they were the only two occupied tables in the back it meant that he'd stick out easier than if they were in a crowded section. And while Jazmine wasn't always observant, she wasn't an idiot. It would take more than a pair of shades and a hood to fool her. He shook his head.

"Your server will be right with you," the hostess told him before walking away. He stood up himself, giving them one last glance. He didn't need to be here. They were just eating, for god's sakes! There was nothing going on…

Suddenly, Cameron was leaning across the booth to whisper something in Jazmine's ear. She covered her mouth with her hand, her face flushing, and then she started laughing.

Huey glared, promptly flopping back down in his seat.

"Hey, there!" A waitress, a black girl with long braids that had beads on the end, came up and stood in front of the table. "My name's Brandy! Can I start you off with something to drink?"

"Yeah. Water." As she walked away he glanced back towards the booth, where both of them were now laughing. Well, damn. They sure did have a lot to laugh about.

When the hell would the studying part start?

"Here you go!" The waitress came back in what seemed like seconds, placing his water in front of him and presenting his straw with a flourish. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask if you wanted a lemon with that?"

"No." He lifted his sunglasses to give her a funny look. "Do you know what's on a good ninety five percent of those lemon slices you try to pawn off on your unsuspecting customers?"

The waitress stared down at him with surprised brown eyes. Realizing that lecturing strangers on the dangers of citrus fruits probably wasn't the best thing to do he lowered his shades again, picking up his straw.

"No lemon, thanks."

"You know…" The waitress tilted her head to the side. "You have really gorgeous eyes."

Oh, god.

"Uh…thanks?"

"And you seem like one of those smart types." She grinned. "I like smart guys."

"I'd…like a few minutes to think about what I want." Feeling sort of bad for the expression that fell across her face he shrugged. "Please."

Just that one word made her brighten. "Okay!" She nearly ran off while he shook his head, going through the menu. Let's see…he didn't eat meat…he didn't eat eggs…he didn't eat pastas or rice unless they were wheat…he didn't eat things that had enough sodium to kill you…

Well. That basically eliminated the entire menu. He wasn't going to waste money on food he wasn't going to eat and no, he didn't want a freaking salad. He watched as Jazmine and Cameron's server brought over their food, saying something with a smile before walking off.

Ugh! That damn Jazmine! She had gotten red meat! And a steak at that!

He was going to kill her…

Wait, he couldn't. Because he wasn't supposed to be there. He ducked his head as Cameron happened to glance his way, only looking up when the waitress came back to the table.

"So, do you need more time, or-"

"Do ya'll have a menu with, you know, real food on it?" When she gave him a confused look he sighed. "Something that won't kill me?"

"Well, we don't really have many healthy options…" The waitress tapped her chin with her pen, frowning. "You don't like chicken?"

"I don't eat meat."

"Oh." She looked surprised. "Well…you could always get something without the meat. We have a lot of pastas that don't have-"

"I don't eat simple carbs."

The waitress blinked, obviously confused. "We don't sell simple carbs. We sell pasta."

He wondered how noticeable it would be if he suddenly started choking her. He sighed, handing her the menu.

"I'm good, thanks."

"Not even dessert?"

"I don't eat eggs."

"Uh, I don't think we sell eggs for a dessert option…our desserts are mainly cake and stuff-"

"Okay, do you know what the food you're selling is made of?" Seriously. No one could be this stupid. "Do you?" When she shook her head he snorted, shaking his head. "Well, you should probably invest some time in learning the ingredients that is put in the foods of your establishment, especially since you're trying to sell them. As a matter of fact, the ingredients should be available to the consumer anyway, especially upon demand! What if I had a severe peanut allergy and ordered an item that didn't have peanuts but was made from their acid or other by products?"

"…You're allergic to peanuts?"

"No! No," he repeated in a much lower voice, trying not to attract attention. At least Cameron and Jazmine were too immersed into their conversation to notice the angry black man complaining on the other side of the building. "You know what? I'm fine. Really. I'm just…here." He handed her the menu, standing up. "Have a good one."

"Well-" He didn't even wait for what she had to say, instead spinning around to leave…

…and promptly slamming into a server holding a large tray of food.

He wasn't easy to knock over, but when he was annoyed, in a hurry, and caught off guard? It wasn't too difficult to do. He as well as the waitress fell back, the six plates full of food flying in the air and, almost in slow motion, crashing onto the both of them. The entire restaurant seemed to spin around to stare at the two people on the floor who were now covered in food, the tray and plates clanging loudly on the floor. The waitress bolted up, her eyes wide.

"Oh, my god!" She put her hands over her mouth, her blue eyes wide. "I'm so sorry!" He merely shook his head, staring up at the ceiling. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, he'll be fine," a voice cold enough to compete with the arctic said from over his head. He glanced up to see Jazmine glaring down at him, her hand on her hip. A few seconds later Cameron came to stand beside her, peering down as well.

"Hey! You look familiar!"

"Uh-" Huey coughed, disguising his voice. "I don't think you know me-"

"Cut the crap, Huey Freeman." Jazmine shook her head, her eyes narrowed. Cameron blinked.

"Whoa! Really?" When Huey sighed and lifted his food splattered sunglasses off his eyes he gasped. "Oh, damn! It is you!"

"Oh, my god!" The blue eyed waitress stared at him. "You have the prettiest eyes!"

"Right?" His waitress gestured to the girl, grinning. "That's what I said!"

Jazmine gave both girls funny looks before shaking her head, staring back down at Huey. She shook her head, turning away and grabbing Cameron's arm.

"Come on." Her voice was hard, a tone he recognized since it was so rare. "Let's just go."

"Okay…"

Huey groaned, closing his eyes. He opened them again to see their server boxing up their food. He climbed to his feet, holding out his hand towards the other waitress to help her up. She grinned.

"Thanks! I'm…sorry about the food thing."

If he wasn't so worried about the wrath of Jazmine Dubois he would've probably been pissed, but instead he shook his head, booking it out of there faster than a drug addict in a rehab clinic.

Well. That had been a stupid idea. A very stupid idea. What had he been thinking?

Being that he didn't want to walk around with food all over himself, he rode the train back home. He put on some different clothes, flopped back on the couch with his textbook, and waited. No doubt was Jazmine gonna be busting in the place at any second to scream down the roof.

At least, that's what he had expected. That was what typical Jazmine would do. Only, she wound up not coming. And after a few hours went by he still didn't hear from her.

In fact the entire day went by and he didn't get a single phone call that was filled with threats, shouting, crying, or anything else of that origin. And that was because he didn't get a call. At all. The longer he went without hearing from her the worse he felt. Why wouldn't she just let him have it already? He'd pulled some stupid shit! He deserved it! What was taking her so long?

It was so unnerving that when nine pm rolled around, he was nearly relieved to hear the key in the front door, even if it did mean he was about to get deafened from Jazmine's yelling. As soon as the front door opened he was jumping to his feet, dropping his book.

Huey wasn't one to apologize for his actions unless prompted to do so. This, however, was a special circumstance.

"I'm sorry." He watched Jazmine close the door, her back still turned to him. "I really am." Before she could even say anything he started talking again. "Okay, before you start freaking out and yelling about how stupid and ridiculous and childish I was, I can tell you I already know. And no matter how much of a…well, no matter how…" Deciding to just leave the subject of how much he disliked Cameron out he changed subjects. "It wasn't that I thought you would pull something-"

"Of course you didn't." Jazmine's voice was surprisingly calm. She turned around, her face showing no signs of anger as well. Oh, this was bad. This was real bad. "You were just suspicious of him. You probably thought he had some other motive. And, whether you are willing to admit it or not, you were annoyed that there was something he could help me with that you couldn't."

"Uh…"

'Just nod and say yes. Just nod and say yes…'

"Okay."

The sad part was that she was completely right.

Jazmine nodded. And then, she was smiling. It took all of Huey's control to keep his jaw from dropping.

"Okay!" She pulled off her coat, hanging it up in the closet and heading for their room. "Well, I'm tired. Goodnight!"

"Wait…" Huey scratched his head. "You're not mad?"

Jazmine glanced back, shaking her head.

"Of course not."

He couldn't help it; his jaw really did drop. She disappeared into their room and he shook his head, staring at the room in disbelief.

"Really?" When he didn't get a reply he shrugged, starting for their room as well. "Wow. Okay-" He stopped mid-sentence as Jazmine appeared again, handing him a pillow and a blanket. "Uh…what's this for?" She shrugged, smirking. His eyebrows knotted together in confusion. "Wait, I thought you weren't mad?"

"Oh, I'm not!" She waved her hand. "I don't have a problem with protective Huey." Her eyes narrowed. "But I do have a problem with lying Huey. Lying Huey who, instead of just saying he didn't want me to go anywhere alone with Cameron, took it upon himself to look like a complete idiot."

Huey examined the pillow and blanket, sighing as he glanced at the sofa.

"Sooo…that's me?" He looked back at her. "I'm on the couch?"

"Uh huh." She waggled her fingers at him. "Love you! Goodnight!" She stepped back, slamming the door in his face. He stared at the door with a stunned expression before his eyes narrowed.

"Well, fine!" He snorted. "I wanted to play Xbox anyway!" When he only heard laughing in response he groaned, flopping on the sofa and staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, he swore under his breath.

He knew exactly why Jazmine hadn't came to yell at him and why she'd taken so long getting home. She'd done it just to prolong his internal agony! She knew he thought more than he spoke and that he'd be analyzing everything, and just for that she left him to mentally beat himself up about how she was going to be mad at him! No wonder she didn't have to be angry! He shook his head, smashing his pillow over his head.

Not to mention he couldn't even ask her why she'd been gone for so long…

That slick woman. She knew him way too well. And people thought she wasn't that bright. He sighed, closing his eyes.

There was something wonderful about the week before Spring Break that had even Huey in a good mood. Just knowing that a temporary reprieve of freedom was within reach did miracles for the tired and weary. It renewed the spirit. It rejuvenated the soul…

"Oh, fuck that bullshit."

For all Huey Freeman cared, the week before Spring Break could go to hell.

Well, Huey can't always be smart... :/

Thank you for reading! And thanks for getting on my ass to update you-kno-whos! And to one reviewer, I haven't forgotten about All Roads. I swear :)

Sooo...you should review now. Yeah!

-Kelsey