Story Description:
Huey & Jazmine face their senior year in high school. Huey already has his life planned out, to fight for his cause or die trying, but new struggles and his pasts, may endanger the few people he holds dear.
The special bond that the two share will be tested and perhaps evolve into someting more and new. In a world full of new pressing issues, how will Huey and Jazmine fare in a world that antagonizes both them and itself.
This is a story that tells the life of Huey and Jazmine Freeman from beginning to end.
This is my version of an aged up Boondocks. Expect this story as a continuation of the show with the characters aging up into teens but now dealing with recent global issues. I will try to recreate the vibe of the original show, which also means that chapters will be structured a lot like episodes but don't worry I'll also sneak in H&J R&C plots on the side.
Mature language and themes, but not too dark and mature like some Boondocks fanfics. Shoutout to Bulma as well for writing a 1.2 million word Juey story, you do realize that the Bible has 780k words right. Hot damn Bulma, you actual monster of a writer. I appreciate the grind but I pity your keyboard.
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Webster Dictionary defines the nigga moment as a moment when ignorance overwhelms the mind of an otherwise logical negro male. Causing him to act in an illogical and self-destructive manner i.e. like a nigga.
"Honey!" Tom shouts politely from upstairs. "You were supposed to pick Jazmine up from dance recital! She's been trying to call you 3 times! Did you seriously forget?" Tom got a call from his daughter asking for her mom while he was looking over some papers from work. Even while he was working at home he continues to wear a suit and tie while he goes through the whole day in his house.
Tom comes down the stairs to look for his wife Sarah. "Sweetie-Pie! Are you there?" He hears a familiar giggle, however while a man usually enjoys hearing his woman giggle. Tom usually hears this kind of giggle from Sarah when-
"Sarah! Why is there another man in our kitchen?" Tom looks surprised, other things like insecurity and jealousy flow through his mind. Sarah speaks through her giggling "Oh Rodney, you are so funny!"
"Yeah shawty, I've been to sum of the best cruise ship vacations money can buy, baby, maybe I can take you to a cruise n' see how big those ships are someday." Rodney talks in a deep voice, slightly getting closer to Sarah.
"Hmm maybe one day, it does seem kinda expensive but I'd like to keep in touch..." Tom's face goes into a deep red, as he sees wife and a black man flirting in his own kitchen. "Sarah! Are you ignoring me? I said why is there another man in our-"
She cuts him off. "Oh, Rodney, I forgot-" Sarah exhales. "This... is my husband Tom."
"Ay what's good man! Your wife invited me to have a little chat, we met through one of her clients. Sorry if I ain't introduced myself yet, name's Rodney."
Tom eyes the man as he stands behind his kitchen counter. A well-dressed African American man, tall, booming voice, a black suit, a defined jawline, defined muscles and manly frame wrapped under a professional but rough posture, he couldn't help himself but feel insecure as Rodney looks like everything Tom is but better.
Thoughts race through Tom's mind as little droplets of sweat drips down the floor. How dare he stands in HIS kitchen, flirts with HIS wife, polluting HIS air with that awful fuckboy cologne he is wearing!
Now Tom is about to have a nigga moment. Unfortunately for the people in that house, the spirit of Stinkmeaner is ready to return from the grave.
In hell, Stinkmeaner watches the Dubois residence. "C'mOn Nyyyyyggaaa. Pyuuunnkk aszzz nykka. He gon fuck yo wife, a nyyygga gotto protect hiz property. This bitch ass nygga gon fuck yo wife if you ain't do nuthin! OOhh bitch ass nyyyykga Hahahaha! Satan! Ey yo Satan! Can u send one of yo little demon imps and bring ma bitch Tom a cuck chair? Hahahaha! To: Tom From:Stinkmeaner, enjoy yo cuck chair nykgga have fun watching him dick yo wife AHAHAHAHAH!
Tom balls up his fist. On any other day, Tom would let this pass, he would be irritated but he would return to his smooth demeanor and return introductions. Years of marriage counselling and couples therapy has done some good for situations such as these. Although suddenly a memory comes into mind when he and Sarah stopped doing counselling when he caught Sarah flirting with the therapist. How does that even happen! He thought.
Meanwhile in hell. "C moooon nyggaaaaaaaa" Stinkmeaner whispers to Tom's ear. "Give me control.. and this little nygga problem gon be overrr. I've been livin in yo head Thomas dormant n' waitin... let me in fo 1 day n' Imma hulk on this nygga on yo kitchen."
She was flirting with the goddamn therapist?! This woman! This- this- this bitch! What kind of thirsty ass indecent dick riding hoe flirting with the guy who was supposed to fix HIS goddamn loveless marriage!
Stinkmeaner lets out a toothy ugly grin. "Thanks nigga! hehehe OH YEA HahaHaHAHA HAHAHAHAHA"
Tom Dubois was a far from a nigga as a black man can be but Stinkmeaner knew that every man's spirit is weakened during a nigga moment. Mr. Dubois simply wants to peel away his outer gentlemen shell and teach a nigga a lesson, perhaps earn himself a little self respect, or a primal urge to show masculine strength to his female mate like a caveman competing for his right to breed. Respectable reasons to have a nigga moment for some.
But poor Mr. Dubois does not have a single clue that he will be bound again to the spirit of Stinkmeaner. Caught up in the supernatural.
And his daughter just wanted to call her mom to get a ride from dance recital.
"Daddy!" A 17 year old Jazmine speaks to the phone. "Daddy are you there? Is mommy coming to pick me up?" Jazmine puffs her cheeks knowing that her parents are probably fighting once again and forgetting all about her. She stands on the sidewalk outside the building holding a little gym bag wearing a casual sweatpants and shirt.
Jazmine sighs knowing that her parents' fights have becoming more frequent over the years... but then her face quickly turns to a smile as she sees an all familiar car.
Dorothy
"Huey!" Jazmine lightly blushes. The car window goes down and she sees a handsome but scowling face. "Get in."
She complies and takes the front seat.
"I try to call both of them and they ignore me. They're probably fighting again over some dumb thing again." Jazmine says. Huey responds in a calm monotone voice. "Yeah. I can hear them yelling all the way from our house."
Jamzine smiles. "Oh Huey. Thanks again for the ride. Is that why picked me up?" Huey responds. "Yeah. They can't get their daughter from practice when they're too busy ripping each other's throats over every little issue!"
Jazmine giggles knowing Huey was thinking about picking her up from dance recital while her parents could not. Huey continues but minding not to yell. "Sometimes I find myself thinking I've read enough on that profession and actually considering doing their own couples counselling! Maybe if I do it I can help them find their goddamn minds."
Jazmine says. "Maybe I'll help you and we can sit them in a room and we can dress like Sigmund Freud!" Jazmine's cheeks turn warm.
They drive around Woodcrest in Granddad's car, talking about their days and discussing a few topics. Huey is not the type to enjoy any small talk at all but with Jazmine he enjoys their small moments where he can discuss and share a few of his ideas and findings. Huey never really needed another person to share his thoughts with, he likes it that way as part of his closed and concealed personality, but with Jazmine he has learned to open up and unravel a little bit of that cold exterior he's bottled up all these years.
She grabs something from her bag and takes out a small sheet "Huey I got some of these stickers from dance recital! Look!" Jazmine giggles. "Stickers?" Huey lifts an eyebrow. "Yes, they were handing them out as a gift for the other class where the little girls practiced. I was gonna leave but I just couldn't resist!"
Jazmine takes a horse-shaped sticker and stuck it next to the car radio. "Jazmine." Huey sighs.
"What? Can't a lady do a little decorating." Jazmine grins. "I'll call him Mr. Sammy Davis Jr. the Second!"
Huey lets out a deeper sigh. "Stop acting childish."
"What? Shhh! Don't raise your voice, You'll scare Mr. Sammy Davis Jr. the second" Jazmine coos and pets the little sticker.
"Jazmine!" Huey says annoyed. Jazmine laughs. "What? I'm just trying to be cute." She giggles.
Huey sighs, sounding defeated. "This isn't even my car Jazmine. I borrowed it from Grandad." Jazmine replies back with a smile. "But I'm sure he won't mind."
"You know Huey, even if I never get that pony, at least I'll have you to drive me around."
"Yes princess, like a damn personal driver. Where to miss Nubian princess?" Huey grumbles then mutters. "I'll drive off a cliff and take you down with me."
Jazmine blushes, feeling content to get a little rise from Huey and take him away from that gloomy world of his.
They take a little detour and find themselves ordering drinks from a drive-thru much to Huey's dismay. Jazmine will never stop pestering him unless he gets her something to eat or drink. They both order a hot tea beverage, with Jazmine having a little milk and sugar while Huey having it with nothing at all.
Huey still remembers when Jazmine was 15 and would force him to drive her around every single day to buy her a milkshake. To Huey's disgust having to give that cup full of diabetes to that girl, he couldn't even look at the damn thing and just hands it to her without turning his head. Then Jazmine would laugh at the fact that Huey could take on 3 armed men at the same time fearlessly and then be scared of a small little milkshake.
But Jazmine finally maturing or whatever you can call the little progress that Jazmine has, would now prefer listening a little bit more to Huey's health advice. Such as drinking tea instead of milkshakes to get rid of her cravings.
Huey quickly pays for the drinks, lightly scoffing how much he had to pay for hot water and 2 tea bags and the two drive home. Maybe I should just bring my own tea next time, Jazmine ponders.
As they arrive on Timid Deer Lane, the street where their 2 houses share, they both hear load screaming coming from Jazmine's house. "OH MY GOD TOM WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU! HE IS JUST AN ACCOUNTANT FOR ONE OF MY CLIENTS!"
"Shuuuat Uap! Biitcch AZZ Nykkkaaa! Yourr MAan iS doiN buiszzness! Oh yeah Nyggaaa!" Tom yells.
Jazmine sees her dad holding a kitchen knife threatening another man right in front of their front lawn. She hears the other man yell. "Please bro, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Fuck! I'll never see her ever again! I'll quit my job! I'll move out the country shit! I'll stay far away from her man, I didn't mean to do anything! I swear!"
"Oh my black Santa..." Jazmine whispers. She and Huey look at the car window as they see the man on his knees pleading and begging for his life in front of Tom as he holds a kitchen knife and this evil-looking nasty grin. Tom takes his right shoe forward and yells at the man. "Kiss it nygga, and say you are my Bitch."
The tall man in the suit still crying did as told. Then Tom kicks him in the face, somehow using enough strength to knock the man out. Then to everyone's surprise Tom lifts the man in the air with 1 hand and throws him in a large garbage bin. Lifting the weight like it was nothing.
Sarah stood there with a gaping mouth, like her jaw was gonna fall to the floor. Tom walks up to her in a manner she has never seen in her life as he more or else seizes her chin by the hand and kisses her roughly against the wall.
Jazmine finds herself wanting to throw up when she finds her dad gripping her mom's butt. Huey has seen enough and says "Ok... that's definitely strange. Let's go to my house." Sensing Jazmine is gonna vomit in the car at any moment.
Meanwhile in the Freeman house. Grandad and Riley had pointed their chairs to the window and was watching the entire thing way before Huey and Jazmine had parked nearby. As Tom and Sarah's fight become more and more confrontational and public, Granddad finds himself enjoying the fight like it was a boxing match on T.V, it really might just be an old people thing to watch a man pathetically get his ass whooped by his own wife as they shamelessly fight on their front lawn but Granddad is definitely not gonna pass up on some free live entertainment.
Sure it might be cruel, him and Tom are always on good terms. But if he expects to stay in his guest room after every violent fight then the least he could do is let Robert laugh and cheer him from the sidelines.
As for 15 year old Riley, he's willing to watch anyone fight. Man against man, brother versus brother, hoe versus hoe, anything really.
However this wasn't regular Tom, not the usual prime time broadlight programming, this was Stinkmeaner Tom.
"Shoot Tom! Damn where'd he get those moves! Where did he learn that kick. He- He's like a black Jackie Chan! I thought Huey was the only kung fu nigga in the country!"
"Shitt! That man is hella gay Granddad! He cryin like a bitch! My nigga Mr. Dubois pimpin like the dragon warrior!"
"Ewww what the hell Tom! You got these niggas wanting kiss your wife and now you got them kissing your shoe! What the hell are you on Tom!"
"He got him scared shitless!" Riley laughs too hard as he barely makes a coherent sentence.
They then watch as Tom starts kissing Sarah. "Enough of that. Goddamn, Tom ordered online one of them African herb thing from Black Panther." Grandad says as he closes the window's blinds, probably going to ask Tom a question later for his date nights.
As they finish watching and put the chairs away, Jazmine and Huey got out of the car and enter the house.
"Hi there Cutie-pie!" Granddad greets Jazmine. Then turns to Huey always worried about his car. "Took you long enough boy! I better not see a single scratch on my car or else yo ass gon walk!"
Huey ignores that and calmly asks. "Granddad, can Jazmine stay here for a while-" Huey pauses. "...The Dubois are currently having relations."
"Sure Cutie-pie can stay, say boy, maybe I can help you get your mind out of the gutter in front of Cutie-pie if you wash the dishes and then setup dinner?" Granddad smirks.
"Damn." Huey says and mumbling something under his breath. Riley then laughs "Haha! Huey getting punished cause Mr. Dubois gettin laid ain't that a bitch! Riley does a toothy laugh.
"I think I'm gonna be sick..." Jazmine says, recoiling at the fact that her parents are "doing it" on the other side of the street.
A little while later as Huey goes to his room to take and put a few things away he comes back down to start working on the dishes, Huey tries to take the peace and quiet to think as he go over his plans and refresh his memory on the books he read today. Huey enjoys the quiet while the scrubs down and tries to make a dent on the huge pile of dishes next to him.
Then there's that soft and sweet voice piercing that quiet. Any other voice and he would internally sigh and feel annoyed but definitely not from Jazmine.
"Huey what's going on in that Huey-like mind of yours." Jazmine says behind him.
"Just thinking. Can you be quiet I'm busy."
Jazmine then rolls up her sleeves and walks next to him, she feels the air get warmer as she gets closer.
"Can I help?"
"Fine. You rinse."
They work together in that quiet and in no time the dishes are all done and washed. Huey sighs. "Ok dishes are done. Now time to cook and do it all over again..." Huey ponders to himself if he can invent bio-degradable disposable plates or something robotic or chemical to wash the dishes, having that asset in every American household could save people millions of hours of productive time simply from washing dishes...
Jazmine giggles next to him "Huey!" She always notices when he is deep in thought.
"What?"
"You're cooking for Mr. Freeman now?"
"Yes I've started last week, I believe cooking is an important life skill and should be practiced from time to time. What will a man do in the wilderness if he can't cook Jazmine? He'll die. And so I decided to practice cooking every friday evening."
"Oh shush!" Jazmine lightly punches his arm. "I think you just want to cook so you can force Mr. Freeman to eat healthier."
"Yeah that too. But don't tell him that. Sometimes he barely notices that it's all vegetarian."
"That's sweet." Jazmine smiles. "Can I help?"
Another successful dinner later and another wash of the dishes and soon Huey steps outside to walk Jazmine home. He's always walked Jazmine home, he forgot when he started doing it but he has some sense to not make her walk alone at night.
As they walk to her house, Jazmine says. "Have you planned where you want to go after high school?"
"Yeah. But Jazmine, most of post-secondary are all just big scams run by the white man."
Jazmine retorts back. "Yes but don't we need to study to get a job?"
"It's a flawed system of mass produced overpriced licenses and I despise every bit of the process." Huey says back.
"Oh hush Huey! I think universities and colleges are an integral part of adult life."
"It's basically just daycare for young adults, they expect you to be an engineer or a nurse after writing a bunch of tests and then employers don't hire you because you lack any experience cause you wasted your time writing tests."
Jazmine backs down and giggles. "Okay you win. But that's not the case with all students!"
Huey enjoys the moments when she starts acting mature and makes attempts to challenge his thoughts. Surrounding himself with yes men or people too stupid to understand is something he would call bad company, but in Jazmine he sees a confidant from time to time even though she would always ruin the moment by saying something goofy or childish during or after.
She wraps her arm around Huey's as they approach Jazmine's front door. Huey first notices Jazmine blush turn to a horrified face then he finally notices that sound coming from her house.
"O YEA" Tom yells. They can obviously hear loud crashing from their bedroom. She doesn't have to use much imagination when she wants to run away as fast she can away.
"Huey! Lets go! I'm staying at your house tonight!"
Something is definitely weird, Huey thought, scowling when he remembered those times with Stinkmeaner all those years ago.
Granddad allowed Jazmine to sleep in the living room because he finally found one of those couches that can extend into a bed. He had actually got the sofa-bed for Tom whenever he drags himself to Granddad's house so he doesn't snot amd cry all over his guest room bed.
As they all get ready to sleep, as well as Granddad having a final word with her to let him know if the boys do anything weird, Huey is the last one downstairs before he goes to his shared bedroom.
"Hey Huey" Jazmine says under a mountain of pillows. Granddad made sure to give her every clean pillow in the house. "When I asked you about what you were gonna do after high school, you mentioned you had already planned it."
"Yeah."
"So you know where you're gonna go? Ignoring what we said I know we still have to go to secondary school right?"
"University of Maryland. PhD in Law."
Jazmine giggles "Kinda a hypocrite Huey to say you hate university then planning to attend it for 8 years Freeman."
Huey smirks. One of those signature Huey smirks that Jazmine only gets to see once a month. Jazmine feels her face going pink red as she realizes how handsome he looks when he smirks.
"Well I plan to finish the thing in 3 years."
"Hmmm. I think you can do it. I believe in you."
"Goodnight Jazmine." As he heads upstairs.
"Goodnight Huey."