A/N: so my (almost) double upload

DISCLAIMER: I don't own ish.

"Who's the White Shadow?" The curious side of Jazmine asks, and Huey's shoulders relax with the new information that it's not his old enemy disturbing him, and instead, Jazmine. Well, not really disturbing, but- "Is he the guy you told me knew what Riley and Granddad said to you or something like that?"

"Something like that," Huey answers; shrugging off the feeling of mentioning Granddad gave him.

He releases another puff from his cigarette, and Jazmine's eyebrows raise in a Huey Freeman fashion.

"Since when do you smoke?" She questions him, to which he shrugs yet again.

"Ehh. After a while you can't really keep time, I suppose."

"You know smoking isn't good for you, though."

"Does it look like I actually care about my health, Jazmine?"

"I'm serious Huey. What happened? You used to be concerned about everyone's health... or at least for the people who surround you."

"Six plus three equals nine. Four plus five also equals nine. There's different ways to look at life, and we take on different perspectives, Jazmine. Smoking was just something I got into after I broke up with Ming, and began to date Cindy. Ming had always smoked and Cindy did at the time, so I just figured why not. And I still smoke today. It's not like it's been messing up my lungs; I only do it when I seriously feel like something isn't right.

"Just think of smoking as a way to release your emotions, or get rid of the tension in your body. It helps, Jazmine. At least it helps me."

"But eventually you will mess up your lungs, Huey."

"So? I have two lungs, but one life."

"That doesn't matter. What if they collapse at the same time? No backup plan there."

"Can we please not go throughthe never ending possibilities of "if's"?"

"Fine. How about this: you stop smoking because people love you, and see you as smoking as self harm. I'm sure Cindy cares. I'm sure Caesar and Riley and Valerie and others care. I know I care. And we all love you. At least I do."

"Well, to be sappy back, I love you, too, Jazmine, but I need to get back to my wife and daughter. You should come back soon, too." And with that, he left Jazmine, there, on the park bench that he hadn't even realized she sat down on.

\-_-/

"Huey? You there? I have to tell you something," Cindy calls for Huey, entering Huey's office in the basement when he replies with an "in here."

"What's wrong?" Huey asks, and Cindy dodges his question.

"Have you called the police about Riley gone missing yet?"

"Nope. I've just asked around. Besides, they wouldn't help a negro in the racist, White neighborhood of Woodcrest."

"True. And that's good, because I got a text from him today."

Cindy walks over to Huey's desk and shows him.

Wasup C-Murph? Sorry I left kinda suddenly, but a nigga joined the army. Ima hit you up whenever I can, my nigg, but tell Huey's bitch ass self too. Aight, peace.

Huey thought about the rare occurrence. Oh yah, Huey thinks, he probably joined the army just like our parents had... still weird he didn't tell me though. He shakes it off all the same, thanks Cindy, and gets back to work. Valerie plays with her building blocks in the basement, which is located in the space right outside of Huey's office, while Cindy drifts off to sleep, knowing she'll be "talking for inspiration" tomorrow at the church.

A/N: so still a short chapter but any questions answered? Or am I actually really killing you all? Lol sorry I hate when authors leave me with cliffhangers or unanswered questions so sorry for being a hypocrite but I've taken on the author's ways, lol. And maybe if you review I'll update faster... More like motivate myself to write more.

P.S. Sorry. I just always have to end with a corny joke. And I'll do shoutouts sometime soon.