A/N: Happy Super Bowl Sunday, you guys! Although the team I went for didn't win, (btdubbs, congrats Ravens fans!) at least you get a update out of it!(: Also, to the anon "Keelynn" who said I didn't need your opinions, it's kind of the opposite. I am a total review whore. I legitimately get so so so so sooooo excited when someone reviews my story. With that, read the chapter (inspired by "Jazavelli" who gave me idea of doing it Jazmine's point of view, thanks little chickadee! glad you're back!) and hit me up with a review when you finish! Don't think i don't read them... because I totes do!

Chapter Four: The Other Point of View

Jazmine looked over at Huey as they both walked out of the hotel together. She held the white teddy bear that was in her hand close to her chest. "Thanks again for winning this for me," she smiled. "You really didn't have to, though."

He shrugged. "It was no big deal."

She smiled to herself again. This day couldn't have gone better for Jazmine. First, he told her she "looked nice" in her dress, then he implicitly said that if she got scared on the roller coaster, she could hold his hand, which she took immediately because first drop was hella scary, and to top it all off, he won the bear for her.

So yeah, it was kind of a big deal to her.

Huey signaled for a cab, and then looked down at Jazmine. She swore that he smiled ever so slightly. Her heart was beating fast. She wanted to say it. She wanted to just be open and honest. She took a deep breath. The cab pulled up to the curb. The best time to do it was now. The worst he could say to her is no.

Well, he could laugh in her face, but she hasn't seen him laugh in their ten year plus friendship, so the odds of that happening are probably slim to none.

"Hey Huey—" she started.

She saw his gaze go from focused on her to behind her. She sighed hard and closed her eyes. If it was who she thought it was…

"What's up, Ceez?" Huey asked as Caesar walked up to them. "I thought you were going with Riley and Cindy."

He scoffed. "They said they were going out to eat and they don't want any 'gay niggas to fuck it up' and be there with them," he explained. "So… I'm stuck with you two for the night." He looked at Jazmine's scowl. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Caesar, I hate you with a burning passion.

She shook her head and slid into the cab after Huey. She placed her bear in her lap and looked forward at the traffic in front of the cab.

"Where did you get the bear from?" Caesar asked her.

She held it up from him. "Huey won it for me!" she said proudly. "You know those games where you have to knock over the old milk bottles with a baseball? Well, Huey is really good at that game." Caesar smirked at Huey. She shifted her gaze from Caesar to Huey. "What?"

"Nothing!" Huey immediately responded, shooting a glare at Caesar.

"You are so weird," Jazmine giggled. She twirled her finger around her hair and grabbed her bear as the taxi halted in front of their hotel. Caesar was the first one out, followed by Jazmine, then Huey. She hummed to herself as they were in the elevator.

"And you call me weird?" he said questioningly.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm not weird… I'm eccentric."

He slightly smirked and nodded at her response. "That's one way of putting it."

Caesar rolled his eyes. "How come you two aren't dating yet?" he wondered out loud as they got off on the top floor. "All you two do is flirt."

Why weren't they dating yet? Jazmine asked herself this a million times. It was the question of the week, the year, the century. They so close and comfortable with each other, the next logical step would be eventually to ease in a relationship. It not like she didn't want it to happen… it just hasn't.

She shrugged and put on a flirty smile. "I'm waiting for Huey to make the first move," she replied. "I guess I'll be waiting forever, huh?"

Caesar erupted in laughter as Huey's cheeks redden. "Daaaamn! She hoed you!" Caesar yelled between laughs. Huey sucked his teeth, which indicated that he was officially mad. Caesar still continued to laugh at Jazmine's good comeback.

"I'm just kidding, Huey!" she giggled. His scowl remained unchanged as he swiped his hotel key and unlocked the door. She poked him in his side. "Huey…" she said in a sing-songy voice. He didn't respond to her. She pouted at him. "Come on Huey! Don't be mad at me!" she whined.

"Just give him a kiss; I'll bet he'll feel better after that," Caesar remarked.

"Shut up, Caesar!"

She blinked a couple of times and stood on her toes. She gave him on small peck on his cheek, then stood flat on her feet. "Are you okay now?" she asked him. He nodded quickly. She tapped him on his shoulder. "Stop being so sensitive, Freeman. Jeez, you're acting like me!"

"Damn… Jazzy the only girl that could kiss you and insult you at the same time," Caesar joked. "That takes guts."

She tapped her chin. "I'm going to take that as compliment for now," she replied. She picked up her purse and walked to the door of her room. "I'm gonna change. Don't come in!" She closed the door with her foot as she immediately unlocked her phone.

Me: What if I told you something happened?

She got out her night clothes and laid them out on the bed when she got a text back.

Cindy: Something that I already don't know? Like…?

Jazmine contemplated her next answer.

Me: What if, maybe I… kinda sorta… kissed him?

Cindy: Tf? Why does the interesting stuff happen when I'm not there? What happened? Did you like it? Did he like it? Was his lips soft? Details, woman, details!

She giggled at Cindy's reaction as she took off her dress. Actually, this was really close to Jazmine's reaction when Cindy said she kissed Riley about two years ago. She stopped to think about it; they've been only going out for two years now? It seemed like forever.

Me: Well, it was only on the cheek…

Cindy: Still counts! You gettin bolder, Dubois.

Me: Maybe I'm tired of being on the sideline for years! I should go up to him and tell him I want to fuck him.

Cindy: You tried that not too long ago… remember?

Me: Best night of my life… how could I forget? ;)

There was a knock on the door that made Jazmine jump. She threw her phone on the bed and got dressed in her clothes. "Come in!" she said loudly. Huey swung open the door and looked at Jazmine. He looked her up and down. "…Yes?" she asked, not sure why he made such a bold entrance.

"What was that?" he questioned.

She started to play dumb. "What was what, Huey?" she asked back.

Huey shook his head. "No, don't do that. You know exactly what I'm talking about," he answered. He sighed hard. Was it really that hard to say that she kissed him? "Why did you… kiss me?" he finally said.

Good job, Huey.

She shrugged. "Why does anybody do anything?" she said. She fell onto the bed. "Don't worry about it; it didn't mean anything," she lied. She knew that it meant way more that it she was making it seem. "It was only so you can stop being so pouty. It's cute on me, not on you."

Although you look cute either way.

He sat down on the futon and started to unbutton his shirt. Jazmine quickly looked away and pretended to engrossed in her phone, but she couldn't help stealing peeks at him as he changed into a black shirt and a pair of old basketball shorts.

Jazmine saw the look on his face as he lied down. "You know you can get in the bed, if you want," she told him. He turned towards and raised an eyebrow at her. She blushed when she realized her mistake. She tried to redeem herself. "Wait… no, that's not I meant."

He sat up. "So you weren't asking me to sleep with you?" he quipped with a smirk.

She reddened even more. She hated when he turned things on her. It was only fun she did it to him, not the other way around. She started to smile and bit her lip. "Only if you want to," she retorted in a sultry tone. His face changed from a smirk to his usual straight face. He couldn't possibly think he could out-flirt Jazmine. "So does this mean I win?"

He dropped onto his pillow. "Whatever, I'm going to sleep," he announced, turning away from her.

Jazmine looked at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. "It's only eleven o'clock!"

"So? It's two back home."

Jazmine rolled her eyes. "You suck, Huey." He grunted in response. She swung her legs over the side and got out of the bed. "You can't be serious. You really about to go to sleep?" she asked. There was no reply. "I'm just gonna bother you until you answer me." She sat down on the side of the futon. She slightly poked him in his back. "Huey. Huey. Huey. Huuuuuey…" she repeated over and over again in different tones.

He pushed away her hands. "You can really be annoying at times," he said groggily.

She continued to poke him. "Yeah, but you're still friends with me," she answered. "Huey, I'm bored."

"Why don't you go mess with Caesar?"

She poked him one final time. "But I want to mess with you," Jazmine said as she lied down next to Huey. She could see the red tint in his cheeks.

He turned his head to the side to look at her. "Why?" he curiously asked.

She shrugged as she looked up at the ceiling. "Because… I don't know. I like messing with you. You're fun to mess with," she answered with a small smile. She faced him. Their eyes met in the center of the bed. The room was dimly lit, and all Jazmine could see were Huey's maroon eyes looking intensely at her.

"Jazmine… I think that—"

Yeah, so tell me girl if every time we
To-o-uch
You get this kind of ru-u-ush
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you don't wanna take it slow
And you just wanna take me home
Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And let me kiss you

Jazmine's phone started to go off in the middle of Huey's sentence. He sighed hard as Jazmine turned to look at the bed. She switched back to Huey. "Ignore it," she told him.

When her cell phone started to ring again, he shook his head. "Just go answer whoever it is," he instructed her. "I'll still be right here." She groaned as she got off the futon and grabbed her phone. She walked out of the room and pressed the answer button.

"This better be good," she muttered into the phone.

"Jazmine! That's is no way to talk to your bestest friend in the entire universe," Cindy slurred out. "You wouldn't talk to your mommy like that, would you? I can't check on my girl without… without getting chewed out?"

"Well, I'm sorry I was in the middle of something that you, oh so rudely interrupted, so my bad that I'm a little edgy," she responded as she tapped her fingers on the kitchen counter. This was the second time she was cockblocked in a day. That had to be some kind of record.

"Does this something involve a certain curly haired girl and a nigga with a permanent scowl being in the same bed together?" Cindy giggled. Jazmine rolled her eyes hard, even though she knew that Cindy couldn't see her. "I don't hear you denying it, Jazmine."

Technically, she was in bed with him, but it wasn't the way Cindy was thinking about. "Shut up, Cindy," she finally answered. "Nothing happened."

"Yet," she added to the end of Jazmine's sentence.

"And how many drinks have you had?"

"Jazzy… I'm white girl wasted!" she yelled to the people in the club. Jazmine could hear the crowd of people cheering in the background. "I'm going to let you go back to fucking your hubby. Don't forget to be safe and shit!" she laughed drunkenly. "Oh, and you better swallow, or you're a basic bitch!" She thought she was hilarious when she said that.

"Bye, Cindy," she said quickly, hanging up the phone. She walked back to her room and looked over at the futon. He was under the large blanket with his book in his hand. He didn't notice her until she jumped on the couch next to him. "What are you reading?" she asked, moving closer to him to see his book.

"It's um… The Autobiography of Malcolm X," he replied, looking down at Jazmine.

"It looks pretty old," she said, glancing at the cover and the back. The pages were worn out and almost every page's corner was crinkled at least once. "How long have you had this?"

"A while," he replied.

She yawned and put her head on his shoulder. He cleared his throat and squirmed a little under her. "You should read to me," she said sleepily. She yawned again. "And you better start from the beginning, too."

"You're tired," he told her. She shook her head as she yawned for the third time in five minutes. "Yeah, you are. Jaz, we should probably both go to sleep." She smirked and lied down on the pillow that was under her. "I meant in our own beds."

She pouted at him. "So you don't me in your bed?" she questioned innocently. His cheeks darkened three shades. He couldn't even get a response out. She screamed internally. Why couldn't he see that she was trying so hard with him?

Huey wasn't that dense… was he?

He didn't even finish his thought before, and she surely wasn't about to bring it up. Whatever it was, it apparently not important enough, because he would've immediately said what was on his mind. Either that or he was just playing her.

If that was the case, he wasn't doing a very good job at it.

"Fine… I'll get in my own bed," she finally said, getting off of the futon. She walked over to the bed and crawled under the covers. She grabbed the bear on the edge of the bed and snuggled up to it. "The invitation for my bed is still open," she smirked.

"I wish," she heard him say quietly before she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Jazmine smoothed down her shirt as she stepped out of the steamy bathroom. Her eyes scanned the room until she locked onto the futon. The empty futon. She turned to the door, where she heard faintest conversation. She dragged herself out of bed and walked into kitchen and saw Huey talking to Caesar.

"You rejected her?" Caesar yelled at him.

Jazmine dropped to the floor and crawled behind the bar to listen to the conversation. She felt a little guilty that she was eavesdropping on them, but her remorse went away when she heard Huey sigh hard. She really wanted to hear what she had to say.

"Can you be any louder?" Huey retorted back. He paused for a moment, probably to turn around to see where Jazmine was. He lowered his voice. "It's not like I wanted to. She got a call and left the room. That's not my fault!"

"Uh-huh. What happened after that?"

He stopped again. Her fingers quietly drummed on her knees as she anticipated the rest of the discussion. He cleared his throat. "She… um, she got in my bed," he finally let out.

"You dumbass! She was practically throwing herself at you and you didn't do nothing about it? You really are a stupid motherfucker. She's not gonna be waiting on you forever, dude," Caesar said in a lower voice.

"You think that I don't want to just be done with it? Every time I try to make a move, either I bitch out or something happens that prevents from doing it. It's like I'm being cockblocked by the fucking universe!"

Jazmine rolled her eyes. He had plenty of times to say what he had to say. How many years have they known each other? This weekend wasn't the first time he had felt like this; she notices his subtle hints, although he doesn't notice hers.

"What is you doin' under there?" Riley quizzed when he found her hiding. She quickly tried to shoo him away; he was messing up the whole "being inconspicuous" plan. He raised his eyebrow. "Is you spyin' on Huey and them?"

Jazmine pulled him down to face him. "Don't tell them anything," she warningly replied.

He smirked. "Or what?" he dared questioned. She flicked him in the forehead, making him stumble back. "Ow! You fucking—!"

"Riley?" she heard Huey say. She scooted closer to the wall and curled into herself. "What were you doing on the floor?"

Riley looked down at Jazmine, who frantically waved her hands and shook her head no. His focus went back to Huey and Caesar. He shrugged slightly. "Mindin' my own business, that's what," he replied. Jazmine sighed softly, lucky that Riley wasn't going to say anything. "Aye, Huey. Do you like Jazzy?"

What?

"What?" Huey said confused, repeating Jazmine's thoughts almost immediately. Jazmine hungrily anticipated the answer, but she could tell he was hesitating. "Why are you asking this stupid question?" he shot back.

She hated that he was avoiding the question. Her heart fluttered uncontrollably as she didn't know what to expect for him. Granted, she knew that was something there, but she didn't know what it was. It could be a spark. It could be an explosion. Either way, the expectation of his response and his stalling made her want to scream.

"I'm just sayin'. If she was like, in this room right now, and you had one chance to tell her everything you ever wanted to… what would you say?" Riley explained to them. Now Jazmine knew that he was doing this on purpose. She had to put in a good word for him with Cindy.

"I would tell her… that she's amazing. Nothing else."

Jazmine grinned to herself. She always heard from other people how many good things he would say about her, but when she actually heard it from his own mouth? She was feeling as if she was on Cloud Nine.

"Aww, that was really cute, Huey," Caesar laughed.

"Shut up," he retorted.

She started to crawl away, trying to be as sneaky as she was before. She smirked on how she actually got away with it.

"What are you doing?" She turned onto her back to see Huey standing over her. She quickly stood up and brushed herself off. She shrugged lightly. "You don't know why you were on the floor, Jaz?" he asked her.

"When's the last time you've done your hair?" he asked, quickly changing the subject. She ran her fingers through his afro. She could see the undertone in his cheeks, but she didn't care; his hair was the softest thing ever.

He tilted his head to the side to remove her fingers. "You can just put your hands in someone's hair!" he said.

"Why not?" Jazmine asked, pulling her hands away from his hair, as if she did something wrong. "I'm sorry if I made you mad…"

"What if I put my hands in your hair without you asking?"

"I don't care," she said. She smiled brightly. "I love it when people play with my hair," she giggled. She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger and turned around to get her suitcase from the floor. She placed it on top of the bed and piled her clothes in it.

Huey sat down next to her suitcase. Jazmine looked over at him and slightly pushed him in his chest. In return, he slapped her hand when she tried to do it again. She got frustrated and tried to push him harder with both of her hands, but he caught her wrists and move them out of the way, causing her body to crash into his, making them both fall onto the bed.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Granted, it was kind of clichéd on how it happened, but nevertheless they were on top each other, staring straight into each other's eyes, startled on what just happened. It was a compromising position, yet neither one of them moved.

Oh my God, he's looking at me. What do I do? Do I have something in my teeth? Did I even brush my teeth? Great, we're gonna kiss and my breath probably smells terrible. Our first real kiss and I have morning breath. Well… second real kiss.

"Jazmine…" he paused. Every time he said her name like this, she always expected him to do something… unexpected. It was like his way of telling her to brace herself because something was about to happen.

She was taking deep breaths. She closed her eyes and inched closer to his lips. It was only a slight connection before she felt a violent vibration on her leg. She blushed even harder.

"It's… my phone," he answered awkwardly. He reached into his pocket and got out his phone. His hand accidentally brushed up against her leg, sending electrical jolts throughout her body. "Yeah?" he said into the speaker.

Jazmine thought she overstayed her welcome on Huey's lap, so she slipped off of him and tried to zip up her suitcase. When she failed, Huey got up and motioned her to sit on the top. She did as she was told and crossed her feet under her. He put his phone on speaker as he helped Jazmine.

The man on the phone seemed to drone on and on, babbling about something Jazmine didn't understand. She looked down at Huey as he focused on the task at hand. He glanced up for a moment at Jazmine. He stopped what he was doing and stood eye level with her. She bit her lip when she looked at him. He placed his hands on either side of her body and leaned in ever so slightly.

"Mr. Freeman? Mr. Freeman?" the voice on the speaker said. Huey glanced at his phone before picking it up and taking it off of speaker.

Whoever it was, it was deemed more important than Jazmine was and she was pushed to the side. She ran her fingers through her hair and jumped off the bed. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the bedroom into the living room. As she sat down on the couch between Cindy and Caesar, who are babbling on about what happened this weekend, she made a decision.

She was going to get her moment back with Huey tonight, no matter what it takes.