It grows hair! Long, straight, beautiful hair!

Grandad, that was a highly explosive compound for a bomb!

A bomb?!

-Robert Freeman and Huey Freeman; Breaking Grandad

The first Saturday of the month was quite possible Jazmine's favorite day. Doing one last check through her bag to make sure she had everything she needed, she left her house and went across the street to the Freeman's.

"Boy, go get the door," she heard Robert's muffled yell from inside the house after she knocked.

The door swung open seconds later, Huey on the opposite side.

"Morning, Huey," Jazmine greeted brightly. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. Come on." Waiting until Jazmine was inside, Huey shut the door and turned, starting up the stairs.

Jazmine followed closely behind him, slowing to pause on the step that allowed her to see into the living room. "Hi, Mr. Freeman," she said with a wave at the man who sat on his chair, watching the TV.

He turned, smiling at her. "Hey, Lil Baby. While you're up there go ahead and cut all that damn hair off."

"Oh Mr. Freeman," Jazmine giggled and continued up the steps, meeting Huey at the top where he had waited for her.

The two went into his and Riley's shared room. Jazmine looked toward the left side, not surprised to find Riley still asleep on his bed; Riley always slept in until at least twelve in the afternoon on weekends. Continuing to Hey's side of the room, they walked into the bathroom and Jazmine opened her bag, starting to pull out the multiple hair products she had packed.

When Jazmine was fourteen, she grew tired of the hateful feelings she had towards her hair. Most of it stemmed from her just hating her hair, that couldn't be changed, but she realized a good part of it was that she just didn't know how to do it all. Other than her signature two puffs, Jazmine didn't know what else to do with it. So she decided to learn and dragged Huey and Riley into being her own personal lab rats. Two years later, Jazmine was basically a pro at doing all types of Black hair and what was once her forcing Huey to let her practice on him was now routine of her coming to just wash his hair.

This was why Jazmine loved the first Saturday of the month. It was the only day Huey would willingly let her mess with his hair as much as she wanted.

Pulling out the stool that was in the corner between the sink and the wall, Jazmine sat down. She reached up towards his hair before letting out a frustrated groan when she had to stand a little to get to it. "Oh my God, Huey! Lean down, you're too tall."

"It's not my fault you're so short."

"What am I supposed to do about that?"

"Have you tried growing," he asked with an amused smirk.

She huffed and crossed her arms. "Oh, screw you."

It wasn't fair. Whereas Huey had grown to be 5'10", Jazmine had only grown a couple inches and was now 5'4". Huey, Riley, Cindy, Caesar, and Hiro were constantly making fun of her about it. She was by far the shortest of the group.

"I don't understand why I don't sit on the stool and you stand," Huey said after finally leaning down.

Jazmine smiled, reaching for her wide-tooth comb. Sectioning his hair, she spoke, "Huey, do you know how long it takes to wash your hair? Why would I want to stand that whole time?"

"But I have to lean down that whole time? How is that fair?"

"It's not," she said simply and stuck her tongue out at him.

Huey rolled his eyes. "Mature."

"Aren't I?"

A comfortable silence fell between them as Jazmine detangled Huey's hair with her fingers before combing it out. All the while she worked as gently as she possibly could. Jazmine didn't like causing pain on anyone when she did their hair, but it was kind of harder with Huey and Riley since they had really tight curls. It was especially hard with Riley since he was so dang tender-headed. She swore, all she had to do was stare at his hair for long enough and he would flinch. She was pretty sure Huey wasn't, but with how stone-faced he was all the time, she didn't know for sure. Plus, if she did hurt him some way he probably wouldn't tell her anyway.

After she finished detangling his hair, she turned the knob to the sink, turning on the warm water. Pushing his head under the tap, she let the water run through Huey's hair. When it was fully saturated, Jazmine turned the water off and opened the mirror cabinet and pulled out Huey's shampoo and conditioner. He stopped letting Jazmine use her own on him a long time ago, not liking how sweet it smelled ("dat shit's gay!" Riley had exclaimed too many times). She brought his head back to her, slowly starting to massage the shampoo through the sections she had made.

Not that Huey would ever admit it out loud, but this was his favorite part of the process. The way Jazmine would massage his scalp was what he thought Heaven felt like if he believed in that sort of thing. At the feeling of Jazmine's nails lightly scratch at his head, Huey had to swallow the satisfied groan that threatened to escape him and instead let his eyes close.

"Huey," he heard Jazmine's soft voice ask.

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Jazmine shrugged. "You always get like super quiet around this part. Just checking on you," she explained. "Okay, move your head." Huey did as he was told and Jasmine rinsed the shampoo off with cold water before starting to put shampoo in his hair again.

The best part about Jazmine shampooing was that she always did it twice, saying she wanted to make sure his hair was clean. However, the second time around she only scratched at his head for about thirty seconds before actually focusing on getting the shampoo through his hair. After she was finished, she rinsed it off and wrapped a towel around Huey shoulder's so water wouldn't drip onto his shirt.

"You can sit now," Jazmine said as she usually did when they got to conditioning, and they switched.

Opening his conditioner, she applied it to his hair. When she was done, she got her detangling brush and brushed through it, making sure to get through the knots she might have missed, if any. Finally, she put a shower cap on him to prevent his hair from drying out.

Conditioning was always Jazmine's favorite part because of how easy it was. During this time, Jazmine would just talk about whatever she wanted and Huey would listen. Today it was a couple she'd seen when she went out to dinner with her parents yesterday.

"They were so cute. They had a baby girl and she was absolutely adorable," Jazmine cooed, remembering the night before. "Aw, I want a baby."

"Jazmine, you're sixteen."

"Not now, obviously. But like in the future, it'd be so nice to have a kid with my husband. I would have the cutest baby ever. If I had a girl, I'd dress us in matching outfits all the time, and if I had a boy I'd–"

Jazmine was cut off as the door suddenly swung open and Riley loudly announced, "I gotta piss." He looked to Huey and gave him a disgusted look at the sight of him in Jazmine's white shower cap with sunflowers on it. "Ew, nigga, you lookin' real gay."

Huey only rolled his eyes. Like Riley wouldn't be sitting here in the exact same cap tomorrow when Jazmine came back to wash and cornrow his own hair.

"Hi Riley," Jazmine exclaimed cheerfully.

"Bitch, I jus' said I gotta piss. You betta stop tryna chat me up and get the fuck– OW!" He turned to glare at Huey when he felt a smack to the back of his head.

"Don't talk to her like that," he said with a glare.

"Oooh, you so lucky I gotta pee right now or I'd tear dat ass up! No homo."

"Yeah, okay," Huey snorted and left with Jazmine.

Going straight to the desktop, Jazmine logged in and started to play an online game. Huey sat at his desk, pulling a book from his bookcase and picking up where he had left off. Neither noticed as the hour passed until Jazmine happened to glance at the clock in the bottom right corner.

"I'm gonna be late for piano practice," she practically yelled.

She pulled Huey up and into the bathroom, snatching the shower cap off his head.

"Jazmine," he protested slightly when she pushed his head down without warning and turned on the sink fully, cold water hitting him head-on.

She turned the pressure down and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I was late last week too and Mrs. Ramirez was kinda upset about it," she explained as she washed the conditioner out of his hair.

Bringing him back up, Jazmine towel-dried his hair. He saw her thoughtful expression as she combed his hair and he was about to ask what was on her mind when she cut him off, asking what time it was.

"11:00," he answered after checking his watch and Jazmine cringed at his answer.

Jazmine had piano practice at 1 on Saturdays, and she still had to braid Huey's hair to stretch it out, which usually took about two hours and thirty minutes. This was why she usually only left the conditioner in Huey's hair for thirty minutes so she could do everything she needed and still leave by 12:45. Dang, she wish she had set a timer or something.

"If I start braiding your hair now do you think you'd be able to finish it so I can leave on time?"

"How am I going to do that without knowing how to braid hair," he asked sarcastically.

"YouTube it." Huey gave her a look through the mirror and she sighed. "Nevermind, I'll just try and do it really fast."

"You can leave it like this and go. Braid it when you come back tomorrow."

Jazmine shook her head and started to apply Shea butter on his hair. "It'll be easier to do when it's damp."

Jazmine wasn't lying, Huey's hair was much easier to do when it was wet or damp. However, it wasn't her only reason for deciding to braid it now. As much as Huey preached to her that there was nothing wrong with Black hair, Jazmine knew for a fact that he hated shrinkage. He hated how short it made his hair look compared to its actual size. Jazmine hated it too, so she couldn't blame him.

Working as neatly as she could, Jazmine braided his hair quickly. She would occasionally stop to look at his head, feel through the rest of the hair that had yet to be braided, and ask for the time. After an hour and thirty minutes of that, Jazmine finally finished the last braid.

"Time?"

"12:30."

Jazmine jumped a little at that, letting out an excited cheer. "I'm so good," she bragged to herself.

Jazmine hated being rushed to do someone's hair because it put a lot of pressure on her, therefore, making her work messy. However, as she examined Huey's hair, she took pride in how neat and tight it was.

"Turn around and hand me the oil, please." Huey did so, and Jazmine applied a little bit of oil to his scalp, rubbing it in. "Seriously, Huey," Jazmine started as she did so, "that was my fastest time braiding your hair, and it still looks so nice."

"Impressive," Huey said distractedly. He was more focused on the way Jazmine's hands were running through his hair.

Jazmine puffed her cheeks out with irritation and continued messing with his hair. It was really long, coming a couple inches past his shoulder. Braids always made Huey look different, but not necessarily bad. In fact, Jazmine actually liked the way he looked with them.

"Do you think you'll ever leave the braids in longer than a day," she asked curiously.

"No. Why?"

Jazmine tried to appear casual as she shrugged and commented offhandedly, "They look good."

She wasn't sure if Huey believed her casual facade as he stared at her. Jazmine tried to hold eye contact but ended up turning her head, suddenly interested in the bathtub as a blush spread across her cheeks. She sucked at holding eye contact.

"Jazmine," they heard Tom call up the stairs and Jazmine jumped slightly. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, Daddy," Jazmine yelled back. "Coming!"

She looked to the sink, all her hair products still spread across it. "I'll get them when I come back tomorrow. Bye Huey," the words rushed out of her mouth and she ran out of the bathroom. "Bye Riley! Please have your hair out when I get here tomorrow."

Riley scoffed from the desktop. "Don' tell me what ta do, hoe. OW!"

"Pick that up," Huey referred to the hairbrush he had just thrown at the back of Riley's head.

Walking down the staircase, Huey caught up to Jazmine who was already halfway down it. He fell in step beside her.

"I can take out the braids and comb your hair out after I finish with Riley tomorrow if you're willing to wait," Jazmine offered.

"Sure. Thanks."

"No problem," she smiled at him. "See you tomorrow."

Huey shut the door as she left with her dad and thought for a moment, realizing he didn't mind that Jazmine would be back tomorrow to mess with his hair some more. In fact, he actually liked the idea. They had come a long way since two years ago when she would have to fight him on even combing his hair.

But since this was his house, the sentiment didn't last for long.

"Boy, your hair is too damn long. Cut that shit."

a/n: hey y'all. so ik it says in my bio that i'm not active on here anymore, but after recently getting back into boondocks fanfiction, i decided to start this little mini project. i'm not sure how many chapters it will be and i definitely can't promise to update regularly at all, but i'm hoping you'll enjoy it anyway. i've got ideas for the next few chapters, so they might be uploaded soon, but no promises. reviews are welcome af

also i'm ngl, i straight up stole the idea for a boondocks quote at the beginning of the chapter from schweetpea1870. sorry sis, what can i say? you're inspirational.