Hey guys. I really happy about all the reviews! Thx everyone. Everyone said I should continue and I like the idea of the lemon. I also wanted to make the story involve more characters.

WARNING: This isn't chapter five. Technically, it's chapter one from Jazmine's house. The real chapter five is coming. I wanted to do this one before the real story took off. I might switch the positions of the chapters so it's the first chapter, this chapter, three, then four. Tell me if I should. Anyway...Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Jazzy's once upon a dream

I walked around a seemingly endless room packed to the brim with books. Candles flickered dangerously close to the written novels, but nothing catch on fire. The room was cozy but dark. Unlike ten year old me, I wasn't afraid of monsters that lurked in the blackness. I felt a calming ease consume me the deeper I roamed into the catacombs of stories.

I breathed slowly into the air, inhaling the smokey scent of worn pages and dusty covers. My honey colored fingers traced the tops of shorter book piles,spelling out titles like "X: The real story" and "Black panthers: Now and Then". This was definitely a place for Huey.

"Jazmine..." a husky voice calleed to me. Turning I saw Huey, an open book in hand. His mahogany eyes locked on me with such an intensity. He was also muscles rippled from his broad frame, each pack glowing in the shine of the candles. I was drooling on the spot.

"H-Huey."I stepped closer to his body like a coin to a magnet,I couldn't stop the strong pull he had over me.

"Are you coming to join me?" His deep voice was so powerful. Just by uttering a few words, he made my knees buckle. "I like it when you're by my side."

I knew this had to be a dream. Huey would never say something like that and mean it. His emotionless face would always be cold and stoic towards me. But this Huey seemed to be very emotionally, with the deep lust and desire that pooled in his eyes.

"I love it when you're next to me." In my hazy fog, I was barely able to think about a reply. I couldn't even think of anything but the African American freedom fighter strutting towards me.

Something tighten with in me as me lower regions grew wet and hot. The toned boy sat down the book to close the gap between us. His breathe skimming my neck. Frozen, I let him hook his muscled arms around me, capturing me.

"Do you want me to be next to you Jazmine?"His heavy whispers was so hypnotic and melodious, I could only nod like a puppet under his control.

"What me to hold you?" Yes. "Kiss you?" Hell yes "What do you want form me Jazmine?"

Good question. What did I want from Huey?Of course I was extremely attracted to the black revolutionary. His broad mocha shoulders that ran into thick biceps, to finally web to long and large brown digits, strong and sure. His eyes were as intoxicating as the wine they were colored. His strong jaw and curved lips which were just the right size. Pleasure would be assured from him.

But it had nothing to do with that, my wants or feelings. No I didn't love Huey's body, I loved him. All his harsh,pessimistic words, his gentle meanings under them. The way he awkwardly hugs me as I cry over something stupid. Everything that made Huey is what I wanted.

"I want you to say you love me." I knew my voice was small and and cracking. A faint blush was spread across my honey colored face. Huey raised a toned eyebrow at me, quizzically.

"Really now? You know love is an imaginary emotion designed to justified the primal need to fornicate offspring under the guise of mutually gain for both partners? There is no love. But for you..fine. I love you."

I was never so happy.

Jazmine woke up with sweat crawling down her face. Her face stared at the star spotted ceiling, cut out pentagons glowing in the dark of the mulatto's bedroom. The dream had appeared over and over again, each time better then the last. It always stopped right after the words"I love you".

She felt dirty thinking of her neighbor in such a naughty way. It was wrong for her to think of Huey in such a manner without his constant, it was almost like rape. From the rantings of Tom, the anal rape obsessed father, she knew rape wasn't something to mess with. Still Jazmine shivered at the notion of raping the beautiful godly beast called Huey Freeman. Who wouldn't?

BEEP!BEEP!

Jazmine moaned lowly as she returned from one of her infamous Huey moments.

BEEP!BEEP!

"Jazmine, honey, you have to get ready before Huey comes!" Screamed mom from the bottom of the stairs. DuBois could hear her family enacting their usual morning activities. Dad rumpling the newspaper and her mother's clicking heels tapping the floor.

It was time to get up and leave those dreams behind. Jazmine knew no matter how much she tried, the revolutionary warrior would never say something like that aloud to her because he didn't feel those things for her. It was unavoidable, one day soon Huey and her would separate and move on and she would be forgotten as he saved the world from ignorance.

Until that day, the half n half was hooked on spending ever day with the handsome African American.

"Maybe I can get him to help me with calculus today."She mumbled to herself as she raked her fingers through the thick curls of her hair.

The real chapter five is coming, this was just an idea. Hate it? Love it? REVIEW IT!