Author's Note- Thank you to those that reviewed last chapter. This is kind of short, sorry. I wanted it to be longer but...this is how it turned out. This chapter is from Huey's point of view. And the song is Thinking About You by Frank Ocean. I don't know if the song really fits in with this chapter but I like it. I was listening to it while I wrote this and I wanted to include it. Here you go...

P.S- Who downloaded Take Care? *Raises Hand* :) I did, like, five minutes ago. You should too. Or buy it. Whatever. I'm just sayin'. Go get it.

Disclaimer- I do not own The Boondocks or Thinking About You by Frank Ocean

Huey tapped his fingers against the old, rickety, scratched up wooden desk he found at the salvation army as he stared at his computer screen. The laptop was open to Word with just a paragraph on the page. He'd been sitting in front of this damn computer for an hour and all he had to show for it was five sentences. Huey put his elbows on the desk and placed his head in his large hand, tugging at his hair a bit. And if he was honest with himself like he usually was, they weren't even good. Huey sat up and hit the backspace key until the page was devoid of any characters and the cursor blinked, waiting for him to type something, almost mockingly. Huey accepted the fact that there was no way his boss, Alexander Johnson, was going to get the piece he needed first thing in the morning. Not at the rate Huey was going.

Huey stood from the desk leaving the laptop open. Lately, it had been getting hard to write, at least, one hundred words for his daily column in the paper. It was like his muse, whatever it was, had suddenly decided to leave him high and dry. Huey, like most writers, found the whole writer's block mess to be frustrating as hell. Plus, it got real old, real quick.

He walked over to the window and cracked open the blinds, peering out at the street below him. Despite the rapidly darkening sky, and the fact that it was a school night, a gaggle of teenage boys were congregated in front of the convenience store at the corner loudly talking over each other. The store's owner, an elderly man from Nigeria named Mr. Afeez who spoke with a heavy accent, tried to shoo the teens away with a broom, but they merely ignored him. It wasn't until the man said something that Huey couldn't quite make out that the small crowd dispersed.

Huey glanced towards his desk at the shrill sound of his cell phone ringing where it sat faced down next to the computer. Huey stared at the object, it's loud ringing filling the otherwise silent room. He really didn't want to answer it, didn't have the patience to deal with anyone and he just didn't want to be bothered. But then, Huey figured that it could either be his Aunt Cookie who called him about the littlest things, from where her reading glasses where (as if he would know) to asking if he would come over to fix this or that or Riley, who really only called whenever he needed or wanted something. With an irritated sigh, Huey walked over to his still ringing phone and grabbed it, answering it on the last ring without a glance towards the caller id.

A tornado flew around my room before you came

Excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn't rain

In Southern California, much like Arizona

My eyes don't shed tears, but, boy, they bawl

"What?" Huey's voice was harsh as he spoke.

''Is that how you usually answer the phone or is this a bad time?"

Huey stilled in his movements at the sound of Jazmine's voice. "Jaz", Huey paused, shaking his head to clear it of the haze that usually came with hearing her voice. "No, sorry. I-I thought it would be someone else."

"It's fine. I didn't think that you would pick up."

"Yeah, I was, uh, in the other room."

"Oh." Jazmine paused, smiling a bit. "It's nice to hear you sober."

Huey grimaced. He was embarrassed. If Riley ever found out about that, he'd never let Huey live it down, probably saying something like "That was a bitch move. Nigga, you gay as hell.'' "I'm sorry about that, Jaz."

"No, it's fine. I was glad you called. It was nice hearing from you for the first time in so long."

They both avoided bringing up Huey's admission of love. It wouldn't do anything but complicate already complicated matters.

I've been thinkin' bout you

Do you think about me still?

Do you? Do you?

"So what are you up to?"

Huey pulled his feet up onto the desk he sat at and leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable. "Nothing really. I was just doing some...writing."

"Writing?" Huey could plainly hear the smile in Jazmine's teasing voice. "Since when do you write?"

"Since I get paid to do so. I've got a column in the paper."

"What do you write about?"

"A lot of stuff. Whatever I feel like writing about most of the time."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah. It pays the bills so I can't really complain. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're doing the dancing thing right?"

"I'm a ballet teacher actually." Huey could the pride in Jazmine's voice. It made him smile the tiniest bit. "You should see the kids Huey. They're great most of the time. Even you would like them on their good days."

Huey shook his head. Jazmine always did like kids while he tried to stay away from them. Being in the presence of a child for too long gave him a headache. "Yeah, I don't think so, Jaz."

Or do you not think so far ahead

Cause I've been thinkin bout forever

"You still hate kids, huh?"

Huey rolled his eyes. "I don't hate kids. Stop exaggerating."

"Hmph." Huey could just picture Jazmine doing that thing where she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. Huey knew that she was thinking of the time when, at a family reunion he'd brought Jazmine to, he'd told one of his 4-year-old cousins that the boogieman was real and liked to eat little boys that repeatedly asked their older cousins for candy they didn't have. Huey's little cousin had promptly burst into tears, running to his mother wondering why she told him that the boogieman wasn't real when Cousin Huey, who looked really smart, said that it was. Jazmine ignored Huey for the rest of that day. "You could've fooled me."

"Jaz, you only like those kids because they're yours for just a couple of hours and then you get to return them to their rightful owners."

"Owners?" Jazmine's voice was loud and indignant. "You make it sound like they're animals or something."

"That's what they act like half of the time. And you know I'm right.", Huey said.

Jazmine was quiet or a moment before she chuckled. "Okay, maybe you are right."

Huey nodded in agreement. "Thank you."

''Mhmm."

Huey noticed Jazmine's distracted tone. "What are you doing?"

"Watching the sun set. Are you near a window?"

"Yeah." Huey stood up and went back to the window, pulling back the black drape and cracking open the blind, like he'd done earlier. Huey glanced towards what was probably the west. He couldn't see much due to the tall buildings. Much of the sky was a dark purple with just a sliver of the sun still visible. "You probably have a better view than I do."

Jazmine murmured in agreement. "Probably. But the hill always did have the best view to watch the sunset. We always had a good time there."

"Yeah, we did. I haven't been there in a while."

Jazmine sighed. "Me neither."

Yes, of course

I remember, how could I forget?

How you feel?

And though you were my first time

A new feel

It won't ever get old, not in my soul

Not in my spirit, keep it alive

We'll go down this road

'Til it turns from color to black and white

The two didn't say much after that, thinking about the last time they had been at the hill. Jazmine had been screaming and crying and Huey had been trying to get Jazmine to listen to him, that he'd made a mistake and that he'd cut out his own damn heart and give it to her before ever daring to hurt Jazmine again. But Jazmine wasn't hearing it and Huey decided that he couldn't fight for Jazmine when she didn't want him to win. Huey regretted making that decision when he saw Jazmine with Caesar a few weeks later. Hell, he was still regretting making that decision.

Jazmine was the first one to recover. "Um, I should go. I've been sitting here in my car for the last thirty minutes. I should probably get home." Jazmine didn't mention that it was Caesar who was probably waiting for her and for that, Huey was thankful.

"Right. Be safe, aight?"

"I will. Have a nice night, Huey."

"You too.''

Huey kept the phone to his ear until he heard the dial tone. Sighing, he reluctantly pulled away the phone and hit the red button, ending the call. He tossed it on the desk and ran a hand through his hair. Huey could only think about how much he wanted Jazmine to come home to him.

Or do you not think so far ahead?

'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever

I know it feels like it's taking Huey and Jazmine forever to get it together, but don't worry. It'll happen. Hopefully you enjoyed that. Drop me a review please. :) Peace.