A/N: Why thank you for the kind comments of everyone from the Boondocks fanfiction section. I understand you all want to know their ages, but I believe that a story should provide all its answers. So feel free to read and enjoy.

Dear my dearest Huey…No, that won't work. How about…Dear Huey Freeman…No too formal….How about….Dear Huey….Too traditional. Shit! How am I supposed to write a letter if I can't start it off right?

"Sup Jazzy."

Anger suddenly turned to surprise as thoughts that once gathered were lost. Her brows wrinkled together in frustration and her fists balled together in sudden risen irritation. She had always hated it when her friend did that.

"Jazzy?"

"Yes Cindy?" she replied with annoyance hidden in the mists of her soft yet firm voice; not even trying to hide it from her appalled blonde friend, "what is it?"

"Well damn." She smacked her lips and rolled her colored orbs, "SO-RRY for fucking with the evil Bitch dis mornin'"

"You know I hate when you sneak up on me. It scares me."

"Scares you? All I said was hi jazzy. Nuttin' wrong wit dat right?"

The orange puff girl shook her head slowly as a light sigh escaped her lips and filled the air. "Sorry Cindy, I was just deep in thought about what I planned to do next period."

The blonde cracked a slight grin at the, now, blushing girl while letting out a chuckle. "What might that be?"

A pigment of red shaded the mulatto girl's cheeks as her eyes began to glaze over with nervousness. In a feeble attempt to hide her embarrassment from her pig-tailed friend, she tried to cover her hues with the arms of her pink sweater. It didn't work though. Cindy knew it was just a way to get her attention off the girl's shaded cheeks. It wasn't going to work.

"Jaz?"

"Hm?" her whispered response rang out lowly through the fabric of her sweater.

"What were you planning to do?"

She shook her head "No" and flashed a fake smile. "Nothing. Never mind. It's stupid."

"What's stupid?"

"What I was going to do." She breathed out, " Don't worry about it."

"But I want to worry about it."

"Why?"

"Because your cheeks are burning with embarrassment and you are trying to hide something."

"No I'm not."

Cindy's eye brow arched up in question as her slender arms folded over her blossoming assets. She didn't believe the mixed female for a minute. "Jazmine."

"I'm serious."

"Jazmine."

"I'm totally serious."

"Jazmine."

"STOP PATRONIZING ME!" The girl yelled under pressure, not able to keep her cool any longer due to the intense interrogation by the pig-tailed girl. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

Cindy laughed. "So just tell me already."

"Tell you what?" came a soft voice from behind the two girls; startling them both, "I want to know."

"Sup Ana. Just trying to get little Miss Jazmine here to tell me what she was going to do next period." Cindy replied as she moved past Jazmine and hugged the girl.

Coming from a family with eight children, her being the oldest, all from Mexico; Ana was an abnormally short, 4'9, teenage girl with abnormally long brown hair. She was sixteen years of age but had the body of a twenty-one year old woman. With a personality of a bubbly twelve year old, Ana was well liked by everyone and anyone. She had the smile that could lighten up a room and a laugh that could brighten up anyone's day. Her face resembled an angelic angel as her voice matched a thousand harps playing. Smooth and beautiful. Kind and full of tranquility. All those descriptions and more could be used to describe the proud Latina in any shape, way, form, or fashion.

"Ah chica, you don't know?"

"No, do you?"

The Hispanic female nodded as she slid an arm around the blushing girl's neck; trying to console her obvious uneasiness. "Yes. In fact, Jazzy called me yesterday and asked for my advice."

"Not me? Oh Jazmine I feel so hurt now!"

"Calm down chica!" she laughed, "It was just because I am such a great poet and little Miss Jazmine needed my expertise on writing a letter of love."

Eyes began to sparkle as realization hit hard on the blonde haired girl. She didn't know why she didn't see it before and scolded herself for being so blind. She was supposed to be the smart one. "YOU'RE WRITING A LETTER TO HUEY!"

"Shhhhhh!" Jazmine tried to quiet, "Do you want to tell the whole school?"

"Let's see……DOY!"

She mentally slapped herself and moved closer to her locker. "Look, just be quiet. I don't want word getting out that I will write him a letter."

"Why?"

"Yea Chica, why? You two would be cute together and if he finds out you are writing a letter, you won't have to put much in it."

"That logic is SO off Ana." Cindy sighed, "Even for you."

"Well damn. Don't bring me down. Shit."

"Guys!" attention was suddenly back on her as the two sets of eyes read silent apologies, "Back to me please. Now anyway, I want my letter to be a surprise."

The Hispanic teen laughed heartily as Jazmine colored orbs read anger as her temper flared. She didn't see why she was so amusing at the moment.

"What's so funny?" she asked with irritation.

"Sorry chica, but you really need to drop the secrecy shit. I mean chica think. You share a locker with RILEY Freeman. He's bound to find out what you doin'."

I forgot about him! UGH!

"One's of you bitches say Ri-Man's name?"

Just in time I see.

"Is that what you call yourself now? Ri-Man!?" Cindy turned around and shouted out towards the Sean John ™ shaded boy.

A fit of laughter erupted from the small semi-circle of girls. They thought it was funny that Riley changed his nick name every week to fit his current "ego", often known as mood by the younger Freeman.

"Keep laughin' ova' dere. I don' give a shit! Ya'll think my name is funny? Well Cindy is a white bitch's name! Now what hoe!?"

Said girl in question stopped her sideline giggles and eyed the boy roughly. "Well no shit Sherlock" she smacked her lips and rolled her eyes to display attitude, "I am white you dumb fuck."

"Bitch don't raise yo voice at me! I'll come ova dere and pimp slap yo bitch ass!"

"I dare you Riley! Come and put yo filthy hands on me!" Cindy shot back as her temper flared.

With that invitation, Riley walked up to the blonde haired girl and became fact-to-face with her ever so obvious attitude. "Try me if ya' want to bitch. I'll be sho' to back hand yo ass wit a quickness."

"Then do it RI-MAN!" She teased with a smile, "I thought you were goin' to hit me."

He smirked slyly as his hand became raised. His palm behind him and his back hand face forward. With a swift movement, his arm ran forward and his hand became only millimeters away from the soft cream colored cheeks on Cindy. With a loud clap of skin meting skin, gasps rang out through out the hallways as a yelp of pain echoed throughout.

"Now what Bitch!?"

"Damn Cindy!" Riley yelled out while holding his throbbing cheek, "You hit hard as a mother fucka'!"

"Well you never should have tried to hit me!"

"Bitch you asked for it."

"No I didn't asshole!

"Yes you did bitch don't fuckin' lie!"

"RILEY FREEMAN!"

"CINDY….CINDY….STOP FUCKIN' YELLIN'!"

"Why don't you both stop yelling and get to class."

Her eyes glazed over with excitement as her heart began to thump madly. Her love was finally here to bring the peace back. "Huey!" she squealed and hugged the boy tightly, "Finally. Riley and Cindy were yelling madly and getting on each other's nerves!"

"Jazmine?"

"Hm?"

"Get off me. You are stopping the blood from flowing through my arms."

"Oh" she blushed and backed away, "Sorry."

Ana giggled. "Que Pasa Huey."

"Hi Ana." Her turned to his cursing brother and slapped him upside his head, "Get your ass to class before you're late."

"Nigga I don' wanna go to mother fuckin' History. It's all borin' as fuck."

"It's only forty-five minutes of worthless facts of how the white man built this country when in fact it was the black men and women who shaped young America."

"Nigga, shut the fuck up!"

Another slap to the head came to Riley and another fit of laughter erupted from the semi-circle. Huey, though, hated the sounds of feminine giggle fits and felt that he had to leave immediately.

"Well, I catch ya'll later."

"Wait!" Jazmine pleaded as she grabbed her love's hand, blushing madly at the sight of her touching her crushes chocolate colored skin, "Please…..don't leave." Her eyes pleaded with hidden sadness, "I need your help."

"I have trig Jazmine. Y' know, the math procedures the white man made up to confuse everyone?"

She giggled. "I need your help in the library. I have a report on a famous black inventor for Black History month that's due next week and I thought that maybe…." She paused and blushed, inevitably looking at her grinning friends, who started to annoy her with their hard gazes, "……You could help me."

Huey raised an eyebrow at the crimson shaded girl. "You should do your own work."

"But I thought you might like to help me….seeing how much you love Black History."

"Jazmine..."

"Please?" she whined, "Just for a little while?"

Huey sighed and threw the burgundy colored book he once held in his hands at Riley to catch. Even though he would never admit it, he didn't like to see females whine and beg. It seemed degrading. "I can't stay long."

"Asshole! What the hell am I suppose ta' do wit' dis!?"

"Doy retard, read it!"

"You know what Cindy….."

"AY, AY, AY!" Ana screamed out, "Cállate, por favor y deja que los dos hablan! "

"WHAT!?" Cindy, Jazmine and Riley yelled out.

"She said shut up please and let me and Jazmine talk." Huey translated as he began to walk down the hall.

Jazmine silently swooned over her love's hidden ability to translate a second langage. She thought it only accented his intelligence even more.

Stopping from walking, Huey turned his head slightly and shot a look at Jazmine; silently asking "Are you coming or what?"

Taking this as a hint, the orange puffed girl quickly said bye to her friends, and Riley, and hurried to catch up to her "man".

A/N: In case you all havent figured out there ages, Jazmine, Riley and Cindy are 15, Ana is 16, and Huey is 17. Thanks for reading. I know it's slow but it'll pick up next chappie. Thanks for the love guys!