thanks for all the reviews. i really do love you guys, you make me feel loved. i wish i could draw, so i could draw huey, caesar, cindy, jaz, and riley.
i would be able to draw anyone i please, especially gwen. that bitch. isn't she a bitch, you tell me. lol.
once again, i didn't expect you guys to like it. and for that i'm truly grateful. also, whenever i'm done with this fic, i will most gleefully do a huey/jaz for you all, if
you wish. now here is ch 6 of her pink stilettos.
Jazmine plugged up her flat iron, getting ready for the new day. Her parents had finally let her use the flat iron when she was 13, and she hadn't stop using it since. Huey didn't have much to say at the time, they weren't dating yet. However, he did inform her that it made her look...unfit. She ignored him and kept it the same.
"Jazmine," Sarah's voice called from downstairs, "your breakfast is ready"!
"Okay Mom"!
Parting he hair two ways, she placed them in two low pigtails. Checking herself out in the mirror, she was indeed a prize. The hairstyle itself reminded her of her younger childhood in which she had her in two large puffs. Large orange puffs that she was teased often about. Huey sometimes would comment on her puffs, encouraging her to be proud of them, not devastated.
"Be proud of yourself, don't hate it".
"They look terrible, I feel like a giant marshmallow".
"You'll learn".
Jazmine went down the stairs, catching her mother placing the plates on the table. Tom drunk some coffee, reading the newspaper at the same time. Sarah sat beside her husband, gesturing her daughter to come sit with them.
"Isn't this nice," Sarah cooed, "the family together for breakfast".
Tom absentmindedly grabbed a bagel, spread some jam on eat, chewing while he read the newspaper. Sarah frowned, but resumed her cheery attitude.
"Honey did you find any nice dresses," her question directed at Jazmine.
"No not really, they won't be letting out the good stuff until it gets close to the season," Jazmine at some grits mixed with eggs, "what about you Mom"? A piece of bacon shoved into her mouth.
"Me and your father went to the casino the other day, where I won 5,000 dollars," she exclaimed, "isn't that right"?
"Wow-I didn't know James Brown and Michael Jackson had adopted two kids, isn't Mr. Brown dead".
"Forget your father for the the time being," Sarah chuckled darkly, "he was too sober to even understand the fun that he was having".
Jazmine noticed the cold look that her mother had given her father. This was happening more often than necessary, for some reason her father was so dense. She wondered why her mother didn't leave him for Usher when she had her chance.
In the end, apparently, she chose her husband above Usher. Her dull, anally rape paranoid, terrible in the bed husband. Really, she could do better. Sadly for her, Usher finally found that special lady of his and recently had a second child with her. But that never meant she couldn't end up being his mistress, and having his baby during the affair.
"That's great mom, what are you going to do today"?
"Oh nothing, like always, I'll clean, cook, and probably watch soap operas all day, showing how bored a plain old housewife can really get".
For all this I should screw the damn gardener.
Yes, screw the gardener, love the gardener, he looks much better than Tom. He doesn't get I'm desperate!! He does not see that I am a desperate white woman who needs to be screwed badly-WHY CAN'T HE SEE THAT!! WHY!!!
She pulled off the ultimate fake smile, the sides twitching slightly. Jazmine bit into a piece of toast, feeling anxious for her mother's sexual pleasure. For many years she had been deprived of that orgasmic feeling. Pleasure that ripped through out her entire body, her being shaking with ecstasy. Oh, the thrill!
She never got that.
Watching her daughter grab the dishes and heading them to the sink, Sarah thought on her marriage. What did she in Tom? He was okay looking, not the greatest guy. He couldn't fight for his life, or could he? His sexual drive lived only to the extent to when a Black Widow kills her husband. Her gaze went to her husband, who was reading the newspaper.
Tom wasn't as weak as many thought.
There was one time where he went off of her, she loved it. Dammit, why couldn't that day rewind, she reached a moment in their love life that had never been reached before. And probably would never be touched upon ever again, for he had completely forgotten about it.
As if it never happened.
She had pondered on it ever since it happened. How could I guy just forget it? Just forget one of the best times of his life, she was begging for more! They did five times in a row, and like a drug was digested into her system...she slept like a log. The next day he wasn't home, he was at the Freeman's. Another fact that bewildered her.
Sighing, Sarah got up from the table and grabbed a mug of coffee. She stared at her own murky reflection. Yep, the way she liked her coffee and men, black. Too bad this one wasn't acting it.
Tomorrow is the day. The day I begin community service. I should have seen this coming. But I will not regret. I still kicked his ass, ha! Now who the gangsta now! I feel so great. But the consequences come faster than I anticipated, much faster. I wonder how long I can handle a month of community service.
Using a flat iron, Jazmine took out the curls in her hair. She sat on a cute little pink stool in her room, not much had changed. Obviously, there was some upgrade, but she refused to kill the stool. It was so damn adorable, how could she get rid of it? Huey told her that it made her look childish, she ignored him. He told her straightening her hair didn't make her look any better or worse, still she ignored him. Staring at her reflection, she noticed a vague appearance. Biting her lip, she really did wonder about their relationship. She chased after him since she was ten. Ten years old. Before love could be fully seen in someone's eyes, she saw it. She chased it.
She captured it.
She had gotten the famous Huey Freeman. The legend. He had rejected so many girls before Jazmine, he seemed unattainable. Homecoming game, she simply confessed all her dream, her love for him.
You make me want to change. You make me want to see things that I never noticed before. I don't know why-I don't what I want to change or see, but you give me this feeling, a feeling that can no longer be avoided. Huey Freeman, I love you. I want to be with you, give me that chance. I will not be denied any longer.
A indifferent stare. He walked away. She was crushed. Her breathing going rapid, it didn't make any sense. She felt lost.
She cried. Unheard tears, she cried.
He was there. He had been watching them from afar, gently putting a arm on her shoulder. She looked up with startling eyes.
"Don't worry, he'll call ya".
He did. He wanted to be with her. With her, Jazmine Marie Dubois. That feeling of content, could not be replaced with those words. "Come over to my place and we'll talk".
The only time that he was actually nice to her.
He wiped her tears away, gently. "Don't worry, he a cold ass nigga, but he can't say no to you, just wait". A strong finger, so soft and tender, wiping her tears away. She was on her knees crying, violent sobs controlling her body. He picked her up, his arms like soft cotton blankets, dusting her off.
"Don't let him see ya cry, he don't like weak gals-you know that".
"Yeah".
"Now, get ya ass outta here, I waz suppose to meet my boyz".
"Okay, thanks".
The only time that he had been genuinely nice to her. She saw so much in him that day, so much tenderness, kindness, warmth. His muscles, so unlike his that she later learned. Watching him, and he, the one she desired...watching someone else.
"Shut up"!!
She threw her brush to the wall, her breathing going heavy.
He's mine. I can't, I won't. I will not be dismayed, he loves me...I know he does. And as for that nigga, he has no need, no right to be in my memories. He's a good for nothing. A good for nothing, who only cares for himself.
But he helped you.
No he didn't.
No he didn't.
Lies are the best type of drug out there. Lies, denial, it prevents humans from seeing the truth when its so obvious. Inhaling deeply, exhaling quickly, Jazmine smiled at her own reflection. Whatever lied beneath that smile was hidden perfectly.
"He loves me, and I love him-no one will dismay me".
He felt groggy today. Like really groggy, super duper groggy. Sunlight shown on his face, he winced, one reason for his grogginess. Rolling out of bed, he went to his bathroom, knock before peek. There are three reasons for this lets examine: One year ago.
Reason Number One:
"Dammit, shouldn't stay up so damn late". He scratched his back. Last night, Riley had went to some party at a friend's house...not technically a friend. Johnathan KuKlux, son of former Principal Edgar J. elementary school. Before he was fired when pictures were released on Myspace of him having an affair with the school's latest Hispanic secretary.
A transsexual who wished to work closer to his daughter's school, she will remain unknown.
After his wife divorced his sorry ass and moved to Cali, Mr. KuKlux went into seclusion. Leaving his 15 year old son with his brother, Harry Kuklux-who is married to an African-American woman for the past 18 years. Harry and Wanda (his wife) had left for the weekend when Jon decided to throw his party, and who else to call than Young Reezy?
The party got out of hand, $75,000 of damages. Cops, cops, the cops, they ran they escaped. Good for them, bad for Jon. He was sent to military school, won't be hearing from him for awhile.
Groggy and tired. Taking a nice hot shower would be nice. Sorry for him, that was not meant to be.
"What the hell"!!!
"Riley, get yo ass outta here, get out"!!
"Oh my God, Riley-close the damn door"!!
"Damn folks, if ya needed to do the do-do the do, you could have just locked the door".
"Huey put some clothes on, Jazmine-you good naked".
"RILEY GET YOU FREAKIN ASS OUTTA HERE"!!
Okay that wasn't a bad experience, to a certain degree. He did get to see a naked Jazmine, the downside-he got to see a naked pissed off older brother. The memory was scarred into his mind. Still, seeing a nude Jaz was a good thing, that over shadowed his brother.
Reason Number 2: Three weeks ago
"Uh...hangovers, dammit"!!
The aspirins were left only in the cabinets, in the bathroom. One would check the bathroom to make sure that no one was in, Riley wasn't in the mood for checking. He didn't hear the shower come to a stop, the bare feet hitting the white tile floor, didn't hear a thing. He did however, see the sight before him, his mouth dropping wide. The light revealing such beauty, such lust went down his pants...like with Jazmine.
Gwen stared at him, grabbing a towel. He had already seen enough with his perverted eyes, she wrapped herself in the towel.
Dumbfounded. No words could describe the state he was in, a utter trance. It was a few seconds of course, his body would not move. Her hair was still damp, now wrapped up in a towel, she crossed her arms. Her face was unreadable.
Huey heard the bathroom door open, but no one go in. Then he heard it. A loud thud, Riley's scream. He already knew what had happened, he just didn't expect to see it executed that way. Riley on his back, he chest rapidly pumping up and down. She came into view like a goddess, goddess or war.
Define in shape and walk, her beauty did not betray her coldness. One pedicure foot stomped hard onto Riley's chest, her eyes piercing into his. Her words colder than her looks.
"One of word of this, both you-you will pay".
"I do not want to see a smile, grin, a snicker from any fool in that school-do you hear me, do you understand"?
She chuckled darkly, "If that is so...you both will be missing something dear to you".
His mouth went dry, she towered him. Her hands to her hips, her face emotionless. How could a person be that way, his breathing went ragged. It worsened when her eyes met with his. Riley's fear of her escalated to a whole new level; was that even possible, assuming so.
"If this reaches anyone outside of this triangle, there will be a morning," a dark smile plastered on her face, "a morning where blood will stain your bed sheets, you will scream in terror-you will be only a shell of the men that you are now".
Riley gulped, "Wat that suppose to mean"?
Her eyes shot to him, and he regretted his words. "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it"? Those final words lingered in their heads since that day, her rage escaping her in the most unpredictable times. Caring for whatever part of their body she was referring to, they had let the incident die, going on with their lives.
Removing her foot from his chest, Gwen backed away from him and walked past Huey. Apparently, saying what she had to say, she ignored them for the rest of they day, slamming her door shut. The two brothers never spoke of the incident since.
Knocking and putting his ear to the door, Riley breathed relief. Nothing could harm him now, he didn't see Huey around when he awoke, and if his brother was in there and didn't say anything-old habits die hard. Opening the door quietly he stepped in, staring at his own reflection.
Groggy, mismatched, sick.
He didn't feel up to it today. And his was angry, he didn't know why. Bags were under his eyes, appearing as if he hadn't slept in days. "Dammit, the worst freaking things always happen to me-huh"?
Of course he didn't get a response, he never does. None of the questions that he has asked over the years have ever been answered, why should they?
There hasn't been anything that he was particularly proud of. Anything that he had done to be of the noble status, nothing.
Turning the hot water on, grabbing a nearby dry towel, he drenched the hot towel on his face. The heat did not bother him anymore, opening his mouth wide, he inhaled it in. That woke him up. It was a great method to get his heart pumping. He watched Gwen do it all the time; however, pouring hot water on her body was not her only solution.
Shit, I feel like crap. Crap. Wonda if anyone here? Probably, it could be two somethin by now, like I care. Jazmine. Jazmine.
I gotta go to community service wit that bitch tomorrow...damn.
As for Huey, he still haven't talked to me. Nigga, like I care! Don't be so pissed cuz ya girl finally snapped, damn! Wonda where the hell Gwen at. Screw it, I'm gonna carry my azz back to bed when I'm done in here.
After doing what he had to do, Riley exited the bathroom. Now that he finally out of his own room, the house felt more clean than it did. He could breathe easily, not like his own room. Probably because of the stench that rotted in his own room. The brothers were unaware of were the stench originated from, but both Gwen and Jazmine had made it clear that did not wish to see it any longer.
"What is that smell," Gwen covered her nose, "its revolting".
"Yeah sweetie, don't you ever clean up in here"?
"We do, but we dare not venture any deeper than we already have," Huey locked his hands with Jazmine's, "we're going to be late for the movies".
Jazmine smiled brightly as the happy couple exited the room, leaving the other two behind. Gwen's gaze went towards the younger Freeman brother, lying in his bed watching televison.
"I'm sure you are responsible for this".
"Really".
"Yes, but its not my room so why should I even bother about it".
It really did stink in their room. Huey and Riley did consider getting separate rooms, but the only valid room was already taken. Gwen.
The head bitch.
Really annoying, annoying bitch.
Riley headed back to his bedroom, not really caring about the damn stench. Whatever it was, they'll find it...eventually. However, he was not expecting the person who he found in the bedroom. Jazmine sat on Huey's mattress, her back to Riley. He didn't even hear her come in. That's Mr. Alert for you. For a moment...
He just stared.
Her orangery/golden hair glistened in the sunlight. Her face staring out the window, filled with sorrow and uncertainty. His face twisted up, he slammed the door.
"Riley," she whipped her head around. The way she said his name, so distant, yet so close. She got off the bed, leaning close to the wall. Riley scoffed, grabbing a magazine off a nearby desk, lying in his bed. His bare back gently touched the scattered sheets of his bed, a muscular hand holding onto a remote, turning the television on.
"I'm assuming Huey isn't here".
"Nope, don't ask, I don't know where he is".
An awkward silence. She stood silently, watching him closely. Her mind raced with questions...questions of their childhood. And miraculously, not one of them about Huey. He seemed so young, and at the same time so old. Lying in bed as if he didn't have a care in the world, nothing seemed to bother him. Unlike Huey, in which everything bothered him. You hardly ever see him smile, see him express himself.
Riley was some what the same.
The difference was that you could tell when he was happy, mad, in pain. When she thought about, you really couldn't tell if the Freeman boys were ever in pain. Seeing him lie down, she could tell something was bothering him. The question was what?
"Ya gonna beat me up again"? Her thoughts interrupted. Riley's gaze lazily went to her, showing no particular interest in her. Jazmine huffed.
Prideful bastard.
"I told you, that I'm here for Huey," she said calmly.
"Yeah, but he ain't here, so why"?
He got her. Jazime's sweet face scrunched up in anger, he was a real ass when he wanted to be.'
"This my house, you can beat me at the park, but not here". His dark eyes glaring at her. Or was it a glare? It looked like one. All she knew was when he looked at her, all she saw was...emptiness. This painful urge to go up to him, to touch him. His muscles so tight, so clear, just to touch them. What did he really think of her?
"True, I thought he would be here, he always ditches me".
"Yeah, he does that to everyone".
I'm suppose to be different. I'm different than the rest.
Without thinking, Jazmine crossed the barrier that kept her in that safe place. Huey's place. He felt the bed shift, her weight bringing it down. His body tensed, his nerves wavering. Jazmine sat on the left side of the bed, her head turned to the television.
What the hell this gurl think she doing!? She needs to get her ass outta my bed, outta my room! Huey may be her man...
Yea, he may be her man but she ain't got no right to be up in here.
She needs to get out.
Her smooth skin, so close to his. His mouth went dry, throat clearing up. Her presence, it made him feel uneasy, very uneasy. He didn't like being alone with her, it just made him feel tight. All scrunched up inside, sickly feeling. Not that he wanted to throw up, just get away. As if she was the plague. Yeah, the plague. An illness that cause so many deaths.
Her plague only brought him sickness.
Did it do that to his brother, the lucky one?
He wanted to talk to her. Ask how she was doing, all about her. It wouldn't have to include no one else, just her. He doubt his brother would do anything like that, he was too serious. Being him, being the gangsta that he is, he ignored the feelings. Suppressed them, letting them go to a different place.
"I should be going now," she got off the bed, "tell Huey I called okay".
"A'ight".
She walked away from him, stopping. Her hand rested on the door frame, her head lowered. Riley contained his composure, not moving not taking any interest in her actions. Hey, that was the way he had to be, he couldn't be soft to anyone.
"Riley," her voice oh so gentle, "I'll see you tomorrow, okay"?
Her head turned to him, smiling softly, and then she left.
And it was times like these, the little moments. That he sometimes regretted his actions towards that girl.
Damn.
Jazmine shut the front door. She wanted to cry, badly. Someone to hold onto her, someone she could talk to. Where was that someone. Oh, he somewhere doing things. He never told her what he was doing, never did tell her. And if she told him that she wanted to cry.
When you give into devastation and cry, it only shows how weak you are.
Those exact words. He told them to her, her. If it was a different person, that person, he would never say anything. Which only made her envy that person even more. Cradling herself, Jazmine made her way out of the front yard and just walked. She didn't know where she was going, but at the least-she was going somewhere.
Just somewhere.
i'm lowering her self-esteem, aren't i? don't worry, her self-worth will boost up sooner or later. i wanted some more riley/jaz. don't bite my head off. too much, too little...please do tell. and once again thanks for reading and showing me some love.