Huey and Rosey bout to have another late night chat

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Huey woke up in the middle of the night. Rosalina was sleeping peacefully in the chair, still. Riley was snoring like a train wreck on the couch next to him. Huey rolled his eyes, scoffing and getting up. He looked at his sitter and felt a strange ping at his heart.

So what if they discovered that her boyfriend was cheating? How would they reveal it to her without her being torn to pieces?

He went to the hallway closet and took out a comfy quilt and drug it all the way over to the sleeping teen. He placed the blanket on her knees and pulled it up to her chin. Even in her sleep, she smiled.

He probably tugged too hard or maybe the cold feeling of his knuckles against her chin is what did it. Whatever it was, it startled the girl awake and she blinked rapidly until her eyes adjusted to the dark.

"Huey? Are you feeling better?" Were the first words out of her mouth.

"Yeah," Huey shrugged, "That chair can't be too comfortable to sleep in,"

"It doesn't matter," She yawned, sitting up, "I needed to be near just in case one of yall needed me,"

Typical.

"Rosalina…. That boy in the picture…" Huey started, trying to pick his words carefully, "Was Craig?"

There was a soft silence between them as Rosalina's drowsy mind registered what was happening. After a few moments of nothing being spoken or done, she pulled the quilt down a bit and held out her arms to him.

"C'mere," She told him dotingly. Huey felt a bit awkward getting into someone's lap, but hesitantly crawled into her hold. She pulled the covers up around them and wrapped her arms around his little body. Rosalina was a physical person. She had some… need to touch, "Yes. That boy was Craig McCollins. He… He was a very… very special person in my life,"

"He… died?"

"Yeah, he did," Her voice was sad, but her smile was still there. Huey felt her arms tighten their hold on him. Her face placed ontop of his fuzzy fro, "But… He was hurting so badly… so it makes it easier to live with,"

"You miss him?"

"Yeah… I do," She sighed, scratching his scalp with her medium length nails, "But… We can't live in a world where all we do is miss and wish and long. We can't forget the ones who leave us but… dwelling on their deaths will only cripple us and we end up missing out on loving other people,"

"Like…"

"Like Jazmine Dubois,"

A blush formed on Huey's face as he popped his head up to look at her, "Jazmine!? Why would you think I like Jazmine?!"

"Cos I'm smart like that," She told him with a little wink, "It's okay though, cos she likes you too. I can tell,"

Huey felt his blush grow as he looked at the floor.

"Hey, but seriously, Huey," She directed his attention back to her, "I know you miss your Mom. And I know it's hard for you living without her… and I'm sorry you had to go through so much pain… but… heart ache makes us so much stronger. We, being human, need to hurt or else… life is meaningless,"

Such things were odd coming from such an optimistic, usually happy girl who hardly ever frowned. It did make him feel better about what he and Riley were plotting.

"I wouldn't trade a single pained memory I have for a billion happy ones," She informed him, tapping his nose gently, "I wouldn't be the person I am today without them, and neither would you. Don't sum your life up in a few little hurt moments,"

"What if… you want to prevent something bad happening to someone you cared about, though?" Huey asked cautiously, "Like… if you KNEW something bad was about to happen, and you thought you could stop it?"

"Well we have to help others," She stated simply, "Any time you can soften a blow, you toss a pillow,"

She giggled at his puzzled expression and gave his temple a kiss before getting up and heading into the kitchen, "How's about some spice tea? Help you relax a little. Clear up that headache, too,"

"Uh… actually, Rosalina," Huey admitted, getting up on the chair, "Riley and me aren't really sick. We faked it… We just… wanted to come home,"

"Why didn't you just ask, Shah?"

"Cos… we… didn't want Anthony to come,"

Realization struck her as she smiled, "I getcha. Next time you want Anthony to beat it, you just lemmie know an' I'll give him the boot,"

"Really?"

"Of course," She laughed, ruffling his hair, "Ya'll are way cooler than he is, any day,"

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I didn't meantion this last chapter but…

Uh yeah… Huey speaks Dutch I dunno how. But he does

HES A SMART KID!! LIVE with it!!!