A/N: Okay folks...thanks to this cream soda, I was able to get this chapter out to ya'll despite the fact that it is 3:45AM EST. Thanks to all of you guys who reviewed the last chapter helping me get up to 84 reviews. I guess by the time this story is done I'll hit the century mark...anyways let's MOVE ON!

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Chapter 12: Her Everything Man (Simply A Joy)

Two weeks later…(Sunday)

Huey and Jazmine were on top of the infamous hill spending quality time together. Huey was doing one-handed push-ups while Jazmine was relaxing under the big tree watching carefully. Huey brought his boom box up there for Jazmine's entertainment. As she watched Huey train hard, she thought of how good of a man he is. He was very smart, very strong, very cute and everything she needed and more. He was her Everything Man. Just on cue, the intro of 'Everything Man' by Talib Kweli came through the speakers. Knowing every word to the song, she decided to sing the intro to Huey and alter the words a little bit.

"I don't, remember the first time I heard Hu-ey
I don't remember what I was doing
There were no remembered witnesses to my doings
But it seems like I've known him, forever
He who has, moved through mornings and midnights
Through, deaths and dawns
To document our bones our blood our lives
Listen, listen to his exact wings
Strumming mists from clouds
Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth
Listen to his, revolution of syllables
Scoping lightning from his pores
Keeping time, with his hurricane beat
Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER" she said while imititating the woman's voice perfectly.

Huey looked up while continuing to do his push-ups. He then decided now it was his turn to recite the words to the song.

"Yeah, they say you can't please everybody...Let's go! Yeah, ay, they ain't know what that sound like…" Huey said as the beat dropped.

"Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat" Huey rapped along with Talib Kweli as the tempo finally picked up for the verse to begin.

"Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred
that never makes it to the world to be seen or heard
Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive?
Do it leave, only to become a star in the sky?
I believe, no scratch that I know, this ain't my full potential
Only usin 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals
But incidentally my, energy heavenly
Can he be so ill there ain't no, pill or no remedy
The, maker of memories posess the recipe to your fate
Make no mistake there ain't no escapin your destiny
Especially when, 'til death do us part, like wedding rings
I'll be here forever, put that on everything"

He then stood up and walked over to Jazmine and picked her bridal style.

"Your everything maaaaaaaaan!" they both sang in unison. "Your everything maaaaaaaaan!"

He then placed her back on the ground and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and went on to rap the second verse.

"Your Alpha and your Omega, your beginning and your end
Your father, your brother, your lover your friend
The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain
That's right my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain
My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train
All city all night I'm enjoyin' the fame
I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general
In the battle between God or the Devil
I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system
I'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin
This kid proficient in, every position
The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin your vision
'Til it's quite clear like light beer, yeah I'm standin right here
I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air
I try to fit it in the same rhyme
But realize, I can't be everything to everyone at the same time"

The two looked into each others eyes and then sang the chorus once more…

"Your everything maaaaaaaaan!" he then picked up again. "Your everything maaaaaaaaan!"

While he was holding her, Jazmine couldn't take it anymore and started kissing him on his neck, which made his knees weak.

"You better quit it…"

"Why? I know you like it!" Jazmine teased, as she sucked on his neck.

"Cuz…we…are…going…to-" his sentence was cut short as Jazmine fell on top of him.

"So Huey Freeman's ultimate weakness is sucking on his neck?" Jazmine laughed. "Maybe I should tell the government."

"Shud-" once again another one of Huey's sentences were cut short. This time it was by Jazmine's lips pressing down on his. The two then locked the kiss and found themselves rolling all over the place. Ten minutes later they finally broke apart and Jazmine rested her head on Huey's chest.

"Jazmine?"

"Yes, Huey?" she looked up at him.

"I lo-" his sentence for the third time was cut off by his cell phone ringing.

"Hello?" Huey spoke into receiver in a pissed voice.

"Boy!" Granddad yelled through the reciver. "You didn't cut the grass again!"

"Granddad, it's December, the ground is covered with snow and plus it's dead."

"Well shit! Come shovel this snow up then." Granddad said.

"Fine. Bye." Huey then pressed END on his cell phone. "Well I've got to go shovel some more snow."

"Weren't you going to tell me something?" Jazmine purred.

"I was…but once again God punished me by calling Granddad and telling him to call me."

"Alright, but now you're free again…so tell me!" Jazmine whined.

"When the time is right…" he then left Jazmine on the hill.

'He's my everything man, yet he can't even tell me that he loves me…' Jazmine thought with a single tear sliding down her cheek.

The next day in African-American History…

"Only one mo' day of school, son!" Riley said while balancing a pencil on the bridge of his nose. Today he was wearing a gray Phat Farm hoody with black and white camo pants and some black, white and gray camo Reebok classics. Also he had on two diamond earrings and a black headband.

"And we goin' to the Big Apple next Monday…it's PERFECTO!" Carmela grinned. She had on red and white striped hoody, tight black leather pants and red boots. Her hair was simply hanging down to her butt today.

"Ok, lissen up class!" Uncle Ruckus yelled while getting up from his desk. "Over the break I want you all to write a report on why you think NIGGAS are important to our modern-day culture!"

"I think it's okay for them to use the N-word…" Pinky whispered to Latrelle.

"SHUDDUP!" Miranda slapped some sense into Pinky.

"Mr. Uncle Ruckus?" Jazmine asked, while raising her hand. She had on a long sleeve hot pink shirt with a decal of a sandwich saying 'You can find me in the club!', then she had on pair of dark blue denim capris. To finish off her outfit she had on a pair of all white Air Force Ones. Today was one of those days Jazmine decided to straighten her hair, so it flowed freely down her shoulders towards her hips.

"Yes, you little mulatto ova' there!" Ruckus yelled acknowledging her.

"What do you have against black people?"

"They're animals! Slaves! Niggas! They have no code of ethics." he spat across the room, showering all the kids in the front row.

"I beg to differ." Huey said pointing his index finger into the air. He had on a generic black hoody with green cargo pants and black Timberland boots.

"Well name me some niggas that have made this world a better place."

"I'll name you the two most important. Dr Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X, if they would have teamed up…" Huey was cut short by the overweight older black man.

"Well that's why them niggas got shot!" Ruckus laughed.

"I wish I could shoot you right now, bastard." Huey whispered to no one in particular.

"It's one of the only successful things a blackie has done for the world!" Ruckus chuckled as he made his finger to a gun gesture.

"Man, shut yo dumbass up!" Don't you know that you're black as the ace of spades?!" Carmela interrupted the heated argument between Huey and Uncle Ruckus.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!" the whole class gasped.

"Oh ho ho!" Ruckus then set his gaze on the latina. "Just cuz you're from Mexico or whatever you think you have a say in this?"

"I have tons to say on this, pendejo!"

"See that? Can't even cuss me out without using that poor excuse of a language!"

"It's no use, Carmela…" Caesar sighed. The dreadhead was wearing a puffy black Sean John winter coat with faded blue Sean Johns jeans and all black Nike Air Maxs.

Suddenly the bell rang…fifteen minutes early.

"Uh…" Ruckus scratched his bald head. "I guess ya'll can go to your next class."

The class stampeded out of the hellhole with the exception of two people.

"Huey, c'mon you need to walk me to class!" Jazmine whined, her nappy sandy brown ponytail bouncing around as she impatiently waited for her man. Huey simply placed a finger to her lips. She instantly stopped acting like a five year old and sat down, waiting for Huey.

"Uncle Ruckus, I've had enough of your rants on niggas." Huey said banging his fists on the desk.

"Oh whatcha gonna do? Pull out a glock and cap my ass?!"

"No. Even better…" Huey smiled and pulled out a tape recorder. "I've been recording you all year long now I can either…

A) Give this to Principal Ed Wuncler
B)Give this to WPD and them deal with you through the criminal justice system or…
C) You change your ways for next semester and forever…"

Uncle Ruckus' jaw dropped. Huey had in his hand, Uncle Ruckus' fate and future.

"Fine you win…I'll change my ways." Uncle Ruckus sighed in defeat. "Nigga…"

"Huh? What was that?!" Huey asked. He then started walking towards the door with the tape recorder playing.

"Good mornin' pretty little rich white boys and girls…and a bad morning' to yall niggas ova there!" the tape recorder mimicked Uncle Ruckus' voice.

"Okay Freeman!" a nervous laugh came from the self-racist.

In the hall…

"So, he's going to change his ways?" Jazmine asked, while lacing fingers with Huey.

"Yes, or I will show Principal Wuncler, THIS!" he flashed a quick smile and revealed the tape recorder.

"Oh you're a naughty boy, aren't ya Huey?" Jazmine cooed.

The two walked in harmony until they arrived to their second period class: Painting III.

Inside the art room…

"Ok class…" Ms. Reinburg, a young twenty seven year old, rather attractive women spoke. She had long golden blonde hair and a rather large bust. She also had icy blue eyes that sent chills of sensation to ANY straight man. Today she was wearing a skimpy white dress and white heels. "Today I would like you all to paint a quick picture of a loved one, who is not blood related to you. It's due at the end of the week."

The whole class growled however Jazmine couldn't help but smile…

Five minutes later…

Jazmine was pouring her heart and soul into the canvas. Beads of sweat dropped from her forehead as she made sure to apply every single line. Looking up from her painting, she noticed Huey sitting on a stool listening to his iPod.

"Uh, what are you doing?!" she said in a serious tone, but ended up giggling. Huey just continued to nod his head. All Jazmine could hear was 'Triumph' by Wu-Tang Clan blasting through the headphones.

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millennium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

Hearing enough, Jazmine gently pulled out the headphones.

"Yes Jazmine?" Huey moaned.

"Why aren't you painting?"

"Because I finished my painting like two weeks ago."

"Huh?" Jazmine asked flabbergasted. "Ms. Reinburg just assigned this project today!"

"Because, I'm just that damn good." he then grabbed her hand. "Follow me."

Huey lead Jazmine to a painting that was covered up by a curtain. He pulled a golden string and the curtains slowly split apart like the Red Sea. As the painting was finally revealed, Jazmine's eyes instantly became full of tears.

"Huey…" Jazmine cried.

It was a painting of Jazmine in a goddess toga, petting a huge black panther. Jazmine's body was outlined by golden light and she was standing behind a pink sunset.

'It must have taken Huey months to complete this!' Jazmine thought.

"So I take it you like it, huh?" he asked while wiping the fresh tears off of her face.

"No…" she spoke with a cracked voice.

"No?" Huey asked with a hint of pain in voice.

"No, I love it and you!" she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

From her desk on the other side of the room, Ms. Reinburg cleared her throat.

"PDA!" she yelled. However it was like their love was a soundproof barrier as Jazmine deepened the kiss.

"I said PDA!" Ms. Reinburg yelled again.

"I got one!" a nerd said as he pulled out his gadget.

"No, I mean Public Display of Affection!"

"Something I'll never experience…" the nerd said with his head down in shame.

Jazmine finally backed off and stared back at herself, through the painting.

"Simply a joy, to be close to you, such a thrill to know you've got such a good attitude!" Jazmine sang silently.

"Don't I enjoy my solitude and realize what the power of two can do…" she then grabbed his hands and stared into his eyes.

"Real love always takes its victim by surprise, we can take devotion when I look into that black man's eyes." Jazmine then pulled him closer.

"Secrets of the cosmos realign,
My spine into realization,
Deep inside of me, he's the only one I ever need
Got the rhythn, rhyme and reason in my knees
It's what sets me free
and plants my feet into a different state of being!"she smiled sweetly at Huey as she finished the song.

Huey responded by giving Jazmine a big hug and finally did something he should have done three months ago…

"Jazmine DuBois, I love you!" Huey shouted so the whole class, even the whole art wing could hear him.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!" the class said in unison.

"KISS HER!" someone yelled. Instantly the whole class became like a crowd at the Super Bowl.

"KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER! KISS HER!" even Ms. Reinburg jumped into the chant. Huey then planted a little peck on Jazmine's cheek.

"BOO! Be a man and kiss her on the lips!" another student yelled.

"I don't see you with a girlfriend!" Huey spoke in defense.

"Duh…that's cuz I'm gay!" he stuck his hand out like a girl.

"Right…" Huey then slowly turned back to Jazmine and pecked her on the lips.

"LAME-O!" yet another student yelled.

Huey's eyes turned into slits as he then grabbed Jazmine romantically and planted a deep kiss on her that caused her to faint.

"WoooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo!" the class sang.

After school in the WHS student parking lot…

"Hey baby!" Cindy grinned as she squeezed Caesar's rear-end. She had on a white puffy Sean John jacket with pink leather Sean John pants and brown Ugg boots. She had her hair in two braided ponytails.

"Ow! You kinky little vanilla angel." he moaned in pain and pleasure.

"Oh you haven't even my wild side yet, big dawg!"

"Oh really…how about the night of the party?"

"What about it?"

"You gave me that hickey!"

"Oh yeah and yo dumbass told your moms that you got hit by a baseball bat!" Cindy laughed.

"Yep…stupid me." he sighed as he pulled his dreads into a ponytail.

"Hmm…you only put your hair into a ponytail when you about to either rap, make some yo momma jokes or cater to me. So which is it, big boy?" she asked while she battered her eyelashes.

"I'm about to have a rap battle with some new cat from Cali!"

"Oh, well where is he at?!"

Just on a cue, a lime green low rider pulled into the parking lot, blasting 'The Watcher' by Dr. Dre. A rather tall light skin boy with long cornrows stepped out of the car. He had on a black hoody that read 'WESTSIDE' on it. He also had on khaki Enyce khaki jeans and all black Air Force Ones. To top off his outfit he had on an all black LA Dodgers fitted hat.

"Sup fool? Ready for me to lyrically clown ya ass?" he grinned, showing off his platinum grill.

"You got it twisted…" Caesar grinned back. Suddenly another person came out of the car, however it was a girl. The mystery girl had on an all-white Rocawear puffy jacket with yellow carpis and white Timberland boots.

"Ayo Joey!" Latanya, the mystery girl yelled. "Hurry up and murk him…it's cold."

"Ok woman, I will!" Joey smiled while adjusting the brim of his hat.

Now the empty parking lot became full of the Wuncler High School student body. The sides was split in half. The thugs, bullies, preps and jocks was on Joey's side. Meanwhile the true hip hop heads, nerds and the gang from Timid Deer Lane was on Caesar's side.

"Let's make this interesting…a triple threat, my gents!" Chad, the most proper and preppy black boy at WHS jumped into the circle.

"Cool with me." Caesar leaned on his car.

Joey laughed hysterically as he looked Chad up and down. "Haha…oh shit! Now I get to murk this fake ass Carlton, too?!"

"Whatever, nigga!" Chad growled throwing off his aquaberry sweater.

The crowd gasped. No one knew that Chad even knew that word.

"OH NOES! CHAD SAID THE N WORD!" Russel fainted.

Chad now only had on a black tank top and khaki pants. Huey walked to the center of the circle.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the…" Huey stopped and scratched his head.

"Just call it 'The Battle For MC WHS!" Caesar finished the sentence.

"Ok you heard the man, here are the rules. You guys can only rap a classic sixteen bars, no more, no less. Understand?" Huey looked at each participant

"Ok, so who is going first?" Chad asked.

"Me." Caesar smiled and took center stage.

"Alright, we just need five judges. Any volunteers?"

"I can be one." Latrelle said hopping into the circle. She was wearing an aquaberry white coat with a long khaki skirt.

"Me too, for the love of hip hop!" Hiro stepped forward, adjusting his bucket hat. He also had on a baby blue Adidas track suit.

"Same thing, Hiro said." a short dark-skinned boy with a black skullie, black trench coat, black Southpole jeans and black Jordans grinned.

"I'll be one, SON!" Riley shoved his way to the front.

"And I shall be the last one." Latanya spoke from the passenger seat of the low rider.

"WELL LET'S BEGIN!" Huey shouted as the crowd went into a frenzy.

Who will prevail in the rap battle? Find out in Chapter 13: The Fantabulous Rap Extravaganza Part I

A/N: Well the next chapter is going to be off and poppin...oh yeah and interactive! In the next chapter you will vote for who wins each round. It's going to be whoever gets three votes first. I'll explain it more once the chapter drops. BOONDOCKS FANFICTION UP!

T. MIKE