Update time update time tra la la la laaaaaaaaaa!!! ...Kidding. Hey! Thanks to koki723, TRIGGER MIKE THE GREAT, and MizzC for the reviews. I always hate the first few chapters because they don't have as much action going on as I'd like...but that's probably because I'm so impatient and like to get on with the good stuff. I don't really have much to say today...so I guess it's on to chapter two!

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All Roads Lead To Washington

Bust a Move

Cindy was feeling restless.

It was often a feeling she got when she was itching to get away. When her parents divorced during her freshmen year of high school she'd joined the basketball team, the track team, the Biology club and student council just so she wouldn't have to be home to deal with it. When her grandmother died the day before her birthday last year, she'd driven to the coast with Jazmine and Caesar for a week. It wasn't as if she'd plan it; her limbs would just take on that familiar urge of wanting to keep moving. When she stopped moving, her problems caught up with her. She didn't deal well. She was too used to pushing it all down until everything burst out like a volcanic eruption, too late to control and too strong to stop.

She envied Jazmine, in a way. Jazmine had always worn her emotions on her sleeve. She may have been sensitive, but she wasn't a coward. Instead of running from problems she walked up to meet them head-on. It may have led to some things that left her shaken but she'd always ended up stronger in the end. As much as she'd hate to admit it, Jazmine was probably a lot stronger than she was.

Now, her and Caesar's relationship was breaking apart, and the feeling was back.

Cindy got out a pair of basketball shorts and threw on a T shirt. She laced up her sneakers, grabbed her basketball, and used a pair of sunglasses to push her hair back out of her face. She ran downstairs and straight out the front door, not bothering to let anyone know she was leaving. It wasn't as if anyone noticed when she was home anyways.

When she got to the bottom of the driveway she was surprised to see Caesar standing there. For a moment she forgot that they now hated each other and her heart sped up as if it were a car racing one hundred miles an hour, changing gears. Then, she remembered.

Her heart stopped as the race car inside of it crashed and burned.

"Hey." Caesar had on a plain white T shirt and a pair of jeans. His hands were tucked in his pockets. Cindy balanced her basketball underneath one arm, lifting her chin.

"Hey."

She couldn't help but wonder what had happened. Even when Caesar and Cindy barely knew each other they'd never been this hostile towards the other. They'd become friends even when she and Huey still couldn't stand each other. When Huey and Jazmine were off being best friends they'd found company in each other, doing everything from baking pizzas to movies to crossword puzzles and climbing trees. Cindy went to all of Caesar's soccer games. He would cheer her on at all of her basketball games.

How had it come to this?

"What are you doing here?" Her voice came out much harsher than intended and Caesar's eyebrows drew together, already on the defense.

"I wanted to talk. Well, to at least try to." He glared at her. It would've been hilarious if it wasn't so sad. Caesar glaring at her? Caesar couldn't even get mad at his mother when she'd accidentally dyed all his clothes pink their sophomore year. How could he get mad at her? "If you don't have anything better to do." He glanced at the tucked away under her arm.

Cindy swallowed. She let the ball fall from her grasp, rolling in the grass beside the driveway. "I guess so."

They walked down the street. They walked past the park, past the high school that had been their lives for the past four years. They walked some more. Cindy had a feeling that neither one of them knew where to go or what to say. Finally, they plopped down on the grass in front of a statue of Ed Wuncler the first and stared up at him, the granite structure providing partial protection from the beaming sun. Cindy put on her shades as Caesar cleared his throat.

"I think we should take a break."

It was a good thing she'd brought her glasses because her eyes were already misting.

"I don't even know how we got to this point," He continued, not looking her way. "I thought it would work itself out. I assumed that we'd been through so much already that this would make us stronger." He chose to look at her then. "I was wrong."

Cindy's throat was so tight that she was afraid to try and make a sound, let alone talk. Caesar was looking at her funny. He was probably surprised that she wasn't cutting in by now.

"I'm not saying we should break up permanently," He went on, shrugging at Cindy's lack of dialogue. "I just think that maybe we need some space from each other. You know, to re-evaluate what we really want out of this."

"I want to be with you," Cindy thought desperately. She knew there was no use in saying it. It wouldn't change how they were. She was sure all it would take was an "I'm sorry", but she just didn't have the strength to apologize. It wasn't her fault he'd decided to go to the University of North Carolina without telling her of their altered plans. It wasn't her fault that he'd completely destroyed her plans of the future, of a future with him it. With each passing day it was getting harder to see what place he had in her life.

Maybe it was time to let him go.

"Well?" He was waiting. "Do you have anything to add?"

Damn right Cindy did. She opened her mouth, the anger already beginning to build. He was dumping her? He was giving her the boot? No one dumped Cindy McPherson! The last guy who had tried to back in eighth grade, Roy Perkins, had attempted to and he'd ended up transferring to a private school an hour and a half away she'd instilled so much fear in him. Her nickname wasn't "Fearsome" for nothing.

Her mind was pulsing with the unfamiliar feelings of rejection, and then the sadness crashed down, washing over her in waves. Her mouth closed.

She couldn't yell at him. This was Michael Caesar. He was the one who she'd played constant soccer games with in the park from midnight until the sun rose in the sky the next morning. The one who had had one hundred and eighty two roses delivered to her front door for their six month anniversary, one for each day they'd been together. The one who wrote poetry to her and stuck it in her locker. Even when she'd lashed out at him he'd been nothing but sweet and patient with her. Why was it that she didn't appreciate what she had until it was gone?

He was still staring at her. He was waiting for her to either lash out and give him a good riddance, or sink to her knees and beg for forgiveness.

She did neither. Instead, she got up and left.

"Deodorant?"

"Check."

"Flippy floppies?"

Huey rolled his eyes but dug into his suitcase regardless, withdrawing a pair of beat up sandals. "Check."

"Underwear? Oh, wait." Jazmine held up a pair of Huey's boxers with a cheeky grin, laughing and dodging out of the way when Huey grabbed for them. "I can answer that. Check!"

"Jazmine." Huey sighed, plopping down on his bed while Jazmine danced around his room with his underwear. She put them on her head. She held them up to her own waist and shimmied near his closet. She twirled them around her head, laughing.

At least until Huey grabbed her around the middle, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her back to the suitcase. "Hey!" She cried out, beating his back with her fists. "Put me down!"

"Fine." Huey let her drop on the bed, grabbing the boxers from her slack hold and tossing them in the suitcase. He looked amused. "So that's how all those years of dancing are working for you."

"Shut up!" Jazmine stuck her tongue out, her voice pouty. "You're mean. My butt hurts now."

"Whose fault is that?"

"Yours." Jazmine looked out of Huey's bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. "Hey, where is everyone?" She let her gaze wander to his windows, which were wide open. Outside she could hear birds chirping as well as the occasional car go by, and warm sunlight streamed in.

Huey shrugged, digging in his sock drawer. "Granddad and Riley drove to southern Illinois for some get rich scheme. Apparently Riley convinced granddad that, despite my constant warnings that they both had a better chance of getting struck by lightning twice than hitting the lottery, they'd have a better chance down there because the numbers are bigger." He looked up to Jazmine, who was shaking her bare feet over the edge of his bed, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top, a big pair of red sunglasses sitting on the top of her head. Her hair fell over her shoulders in waves. "They shouldn't be back until…" Realization dawned on Huey and he stared at Jazmine with wide eyes. She stared back, her eyebrow raised. "later…tonight."

Her jaw dropped. The two stared across the room at each other before both of their eyes flickered over to Huey's digital alarm clock on his nightstand. 1:13 pm.

Their gazes both flickered back to each other. Huey stood up. Jazmine sat up, biting her lip.

In record time Huey had sprang across the room while Jazmine had sat up on her knees, leaping towards him. He caught her in his arms, their lips crashing together as they fell back against Huey's pillows. His hands traveled up to tangled themselves in her hair while her own hands drifted underneath his T shirt, running along his torso.

It wasn't as if this was all they thought about in their spare time. But when this was probably the first time they'd been truly along in literally the past three months of their relationship, it was best to make the most of the time they had. It would've all been perfect…if Jazmine's phone wouldn't have started ringing in her pocket a few moments later, the first chords of some Lloyd song blaring through the room. Huey groaned, his lips still against her's.

"Can't you ignore it?" He asked, balancing over her so that he wouldn't crush her with his weight. Jazmine pulled it out of her pocket, staring at the screen. Her face fell.

"It's Cindy." She bit her lip, staring at the screen. Huey rolled his eyes, rolling over.

"Just answer it," He said in a gruff voice. Jazmine gave him an apologetic look and sat up, pressing the talk button.

"Hello?" She balanced the phone between her shoulder blade and her ear, straightening her shirt and resting her hand in her lap. She tried to concentrate on Cindy's frantic screaming and not the way Huey was twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. "Okay, wait…he what?"

Huey looked up at her from where he was still laying on the bed, his hands behind his head. Jazmine hopped off the bed, pacing back and forth in front of his bed.

"Well, what did he say?" She asked, her eyebrows knotted together in confusion. She stopped, making a face. "Well, that's dumb."

Huey kind of wanted to know what was going on, but the rest of him just wanted Jazmine to hurry up and get off the phone so that they could resume their previous recreational activities. But when Jazmine gasped a few seconds later, her mouth forming a perfect O, he knew that probably wouldn't be very likely.

"A break!" Jazmine threw up her free hand, resuming her pacing. "He might as well have just said "Let's just go off and fuck other people!""

Huey raised an eyebrow. Since when had she become capable of mentioning reproduction without getting embarrassed about it? Jazmine wasn't immature, but she was a prude. She couldn't watch a movie with sex scenes without feeling the need to make conversation, excuse herself to use the bathroom, or suddenly decide to break out her phone to check for text messages. If a dressing room had curtains to pull back instead of doors she refused to use it. If anyone was unlikely to have conversations pertaining to sexual acts it was Jazmine DuBois, the shy, bashful virgin.

"Well, that is all guys think about!"

"Hey!" Huey said allowed. "Not true." He rolled his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sometimes we think about pizza."

Jazmine shook her head at him, smirking. "You…you want me to come over now?" Her eyes flicked over to Huey. "I don't know…"

Huey sighed, waving his hand at her, signaling that she should go. Her face lit up in relief and she turned away from him, shoving her feet into her flip flops and resting her free hand on her hip. "Okay, I'm coming. I said I'm coming! Do you want me to bring anything?" She made another face. "The new Cosmo? A case of Yoo-hoo? Fudge strips? A pack of blacks? Cindy, you don't smoke! You wanna start? Girl, please."

Huey sighed loudly. Jazmine shot him a look.

"Fine, I'll bring the Cosmo and the Fudge Strips and a case of Yoo-hoo, but you aren't getting the blacks. Sorry." Her brow arched again. "Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey? Cindy, I don't have that much money. What do you mean I'm good for nothing? Look-"

Huey cleared his throat, reaching into his pocket and retrieving his wallet. Jazmine shook her head but he nodded, fishing out a bill and handing it to her. She was lucky he didn't feel like lecturing her on how he wasn't the first National Bank of Huey Freeman like he usually did whenever she asked him to spot her a couple dollars. At this point he was just ready to go to Caesar's so that he could hear whatever he had to say about Cindy, because he was sure that's who they were talking about. Jazmine took the bill and kissed him, wiggling her fingers goodbye as she disappeared out his bedroom door. He heard her footsteps pounding on the stairs before the front door slammed, leaving the house in silence.

He sighed, sitting up. "Man, dis some bullshit." His phone rang and he picked it up.

"Hello? Ceez?" He glanced at the ceiling from where he lay down on his bed. "Am I busy? No, of course not." He rolled his eyes. "Can I come meet you? Yeah, I'm on the way."

Huey was pretty sure at this point Jazmine and him wouldn't have any alone time unless everyone around them were put in a rocket ship heading for the sun, so he hung up the phone, stretched, and got up to go meet Caesar.

Jazmine had showed up armed with an armful of magazines and a case of Yoo-hoos, a tub of ice cream in a plastic bag along with her fudge strips as well as a cosmetic bag filled with everything from nail polish to fake eyelashes. She'd stayed all afternoon and let Cindy cry into her shoulder. She'd listened to Cindy as she breezed through all the five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, sadness, and acceptance. Only, acceptance was never really reached.

By the time eight pm rolled around and Jazmine's dad called, saying something about some new and improved clause to her "Law Abiding Citizen" contract (So-that-Jazmine-wouldn't-get-in-any-trouble-with-the-law-from-drug-busts-speeding-tickets-or-hit-and-runs), Cindy was pretty sure she had pulled herself together. Jazmine had given her a hug and told her to call if she needed anything else before leaving. Cindy had sat in her room alone for the next hour, staring up at the ceiling. And then, that feeling had come back.

She needed to get up. She needed to move.

That's how Cindy found herself walking towards Caesar's house with no shoes on, her bare feet slapping the cool pavement. By now the sun was just beginning to set, a few stars twinkling here and there in the night sky. Her hair was in two ling braids, her red T shirt billowing in the gentle breeze. She'd done a lot of thinking and decided that if she wanted Caesar back, an apology would be the perfect place to start. Did she know what she was apologizing for? Hell no. But as long as she was willing to be the bigger person she was sure all of this would get sorted out in due time.

As she passed by a small pizza shop on the corner, she glanced in and happened to see Caesar sitting at one of the tables, staring over a menu. 'Wow,' She thought. 'I don't have to walk as far. Awesome.'

As she put her hand on the door to pull it open, however, a girl with long black hair and a lip ring suddenly came out of nowhere, sitting beside him and resting her hand on his arm. 'Wait. Who's that bitch?'

She was dark skinned and had deep brown eyes, as well as a skirt on that was so short she might as well have not been wearing it. She was saying something, a light smile on her face. Caesar looked up at her, shrugging. And before Cindy knew it, this girl, this…slut! was putting her hand on Caesar's cheek, and turning his head to face her, and…

Before Cindy knew what she was doing she jerked the door open, accidentally smacking the person behind her in the face with her elbow. She didn't even notice. Instead she stormed right up to them, slamming her hand on the table.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Cindy!" Caesar looked from the girl, who was scowling, to Cindy, whose expression was murderous. "What are you doing here?"

"I was on the way to your house to apologize to your sorry ass but now I can see I don't need to bother!" Cindy yelled, not caring how crazy she looked with no shoes on and screaming all over the place. She squared her shoulders towards the other girl, who looked angry as well. "Who the hell are you?"

"Bitch!" The girl's nose wrinkled in disgust and she turned to Caesar. "Who's this crazy white bitch?"

"Crazy white bitch?" Cindy's eye twitched. "Crazy? I'll show yo ass crazy!"

"Hey!" The owner of the pizza parlor yelled as Cindy leaped at the girl, tackling her. They both fell over an empty table, rolling onto the ground and causing a few other customers to scream. Cindy started yanking the girl by the hair until Caesar pulled her off by her waist. A busboy reached down, helping the other girl up, who was shouting at her.

"Bitch, come at me like dat one more mother fuckin' time! I dare you!"

"The fuck you gonna do bout it?" Cindy snapped as Caesar dragged her towards the door. "And you get off me!" She wrestled out of his grip, her chest heaving. "What were you thinking?"

"Me?" Caesar yelled, throwing up his hands. "What are you doing? You can't just come up in here attacking people! What is wrong with you?"

"Me?!"

"DAYUM! She ripped dat girl's weave out!" One customer, some guy who went to their school, laughed, pointing towards the other girl, who was struggling to adjust what was left of her weave. "How you let you ass get whooped by sum white girl Tasha?"

"Bitch caught me off guard!" Tasha snapped. Cindy whirled around.

"You want this bitch to make yo ass bald forreal?"

Caesar pulled her back by her shoulder, dragging them both outside. "Cindy, what the hell!" He let her go, staring down at her angrily. "You could get us both arrested!"

"Why didn't you just tell me you found someone else?" Cindy snapped, her fists clenched at her sides. "If you would've just told me you found someone else we wouldn't even have to go through this shit!"

"Cindy, I haven't found anyone else!" Caesar yelled.

"Then why were you kissing her?!"

"She kissed me!"

"Oh, isn't that original? You know what?" Cindy whirled around, stomping away and leaving Caesar open mouthed behind her. "Fuck you. Alright? ." She glanced over her shoulder, giving him a cold stare. "I don't need your damn break. We're over."

"Cindy, wait-"

She ignored him, continuing to stalk down the street. The only reason she didn't turn back to reply was because she didn't want him to see the tears that were rolling freely down her face.

Jazmine wasn't a good sleeper. It wasn't exactly too hard to figure out why.

Not even six months ago, Jazmine had been going through the most traumatic time of her life. Even though her therapist had said she'd done everything she could for her and that the rest of the healing process was up to her, she still couldn't sleep too well without having dreams about it, without waking up in a sheen of sweat and lying in bed shaking until the sun came up. It was something she didn't talk to her parents about because she knew how paranoid they were. It was something she avoided telling Huey because she hated talking to him about it. Basically, her only option was to sleep during the day and stay awake at night.

This was probably the only reason she was up when Cindy called her at two thirty six in the morning. She sat up straighter in her computer chair, turning down her music and pressing the talk button. "Hello?"

"Jazmine!" Cindy sounded half relieved and half surprised that she answered. "What are you doing?"

"Checking my facebook." She held the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she typed. "Did you know that Ann Curry and Robbie broke up?"

"Yeah, a lot of that is going on these days," Cindy remarked dryly. "Hey, what if I told you I had an idea?"

"An idea?" Jazmine's eyes remained on the computer screen. "Depends. What kind of idea?"

"You know. About our trip to DC."

"No, no, no." Jazmine's voice was firm. "I don't care what you say, calling strippers to perform at orientation is not a good idea."

There was a small lapse of silence. "No, not that." She cleared her throat. "I think we should go to DC early."

"Early? How early?"

There was a pause. "Tomorrow morning?"

Jazmine's fingers fell away from the keyboard and she grabbed the phone with one hand, staring at the screen for a moment before holding it back up to her ear. "Tomorrow?" She breathed.

"Yeah."

"But Cindy!" Jazmine shook her head. "Why the rush? What's wrong with going next Sunday?" A window popped up on her screen and she squinted at it. "Emani wants us to go see Twilight with her Saturday."

"Why the hell would we watch that shit?" Cindy asked. "That should be enough reason for us to go tomorrow."

"Well, it's not that bad." When her statement was met by silence she sighed. "Fine. It's terrible. And Huey already gave me the lecture about how Bella and Edward's relationship can be classified as an abusive relationship so I haven't been able to look at it the same way since. Well, I haven't been able to read it since Riley set my copy of it on fire in the microwave when I refused to braid his hair three weeks ago. Anyways, Cindy! I'm not even packed yet!"

"So pack now."

"I still have to finish signing those contracts that my dad keeps thinking up!"

"So do it tomorrow morning before we leave!"

"Huey's got traffic school tomorrow for that red light he ran back in April!"

There was a bit of silence. "So don't take him."

Jazmine gaped at the phone. "What do you mean "Don't take him"? Cindy, he's my boyfriend. I'm not leaving him behind because you suddenly want to go to DC a week early."

"Why do you want to take him anyways?" Cindy's sneer could practically be seen through the phone. "He's the one who won't tell you which school he's going to. He obviously doesn't care about you too much."

"Cin, that's not fair." A lump built up in Jazmine's throat. "He hasn't decided where he's going yet himself."

"Bullshit, Jazz." Cindy's voice rose. "Our decisions were due to every college we got accepted into by May first except for your acceptance to Georgetown, and that was due in April. He already said he's going to school, so he's going somewhere. He's long decided."

Jazmine bit her lip, spinning around slowly in her computer chair. "Well…maybe he has a reason for not telling me yet. Huey has a reason for everything he does."

"Yeah, because he's probably got some girl in another state waiting for him to move in with her when August comes. Face it," Cindy said, her tone angry. "Men suck."

"Huey wouldn't do that!" Jazmine said, her voice louder than she'd meant for it to be. "I can't even believe you'd say that."

"You're right." Cindy snorted. "Maybe he decided to go to college in Florida to be close to Maya."

Jazmine's hand clenched around the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Anyone who knew Jazmine knew not to bring up Huey's ex girlfriend, Maya Johansen, unless they had a death wish. Although Maya and Jazmine had ended up being somewhat friends and Maya had steered clear of Huey since their breakup back in December, there was still an air of tension between them whenever it came to Huey. They had dated since they were thirteen and Maya had blamed Jazmine for their breakup. On the other hand, Jazmine blamed Maya for coming between Huey and her in the first place, stopping them from becoming a couple sooner. Maya was going to Florida A&M University, one of the schools that Huey had been accepted to, in the fall. How convenient would it be for her if Huey ended up going there as well, especially since it was obvious that Maya still had feelings for him? Jazmine hid her insecurities well most days, but the "Maya button" was an easy one to push if one wanted immediate results.

"Cindy…come on. You don't think…" Jazmine's words trailed off into nothing.

"Well." Cindy's voice sounded casual, yet triumphant. "Maya does have boobs-"

"Cindy, no. I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work." Jazmine shook her head. "Huey wouldn't do that. If he were going to go off and be with someone else he'd break up with me before he did. Because that's the type of person he is."

Damn it! Jazmine and her loyalty. Well. Cindy still had one trick up her sleeve.

Blackmail.

"If you don't go with me to DC tomorrow," Cindy said in a smug voice. "Then I'll accidentally let it slip to Mr. DuBois how much fun you and Huey had at prom back in may."

"Cindy." Jazmine sounded amused. "Huey and I didn't even go to prom. We skipped out because he was opposed to organized school events."

Cindy's smile widened. "Exactly."

Jazmine gasped, the meaning of Cindy's words dawning on her. "Cindy! You wouldn't!"

"I would." Cindy giggled. "Imagine how shocked Mr. DuBois would be to find out that his precious only child wasn't off at prom, but with her boyfriend elsewhere." Cindy tsk-tsked. "With you two and your hormones-"

"Cindy, we didn't even do anything!" Jazmine practically screamed. "We went to some martial arts film festival in Fresno!"

"Well, your dad doesn't know that. And neither do I." Jazmine grit her teeth. "I don't know how Mr. DuBois would feel about his baby girl going off to college in August when she's going around having casual sex-"

"I'm going to kill you!" Jazmine yelled into the phone. Cindy burst out laughing.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, then?" She giggled. Jazmine stared at the phone in disbelief.

"I hate you!"

"Love you too, bitch. Smooches!" Cindy hung up, leaving Jazmine to stare at the phone with a mixture of horror, shock, and mild curiosity on her features.

Cindy might have been cooking up a scheme that she didn't want to be a part of…but she couldn't help but wonder what was up her sleeve.

These chapters are so short compared to other stories. Dang.

Anyways, thanks for reading! Please, press that button with the green words and reviewwwww!!!!!

-Kelsey