Chapter 3: Sleepover Part 1

Thirty minutes after Jazmine said her tearful goodbyes to her parents that same Friday evening as they set off to a couple's retreat both Huey Freeman and Michael Caesar were found standing only slightly awkwardly at her doorstep. Huey could feel the eyes of his neighbors boring their way into his back, maybe they should have just snuck in instead of standing out in the open with their bags although that probably would have gone over less well if they were caught.

"So you've ever been to a sleepover before?" Caesar asked

Huey raised an eyebrow "Don't ask any stupid questions."

"Damn nigga just trying to break the ice."

"I like the ice."

Caesar laughed seemingly remembering something "How did Riley react?"

"Huh?"

"You know ghetto Scarface wannabe Riley, I don't imagine he reacted well."

Huey thought back to the scene that happened five minutes ago.

"I'm going over to Jazmine's house."

Riley jumped up from that, neck almost snapping to meet eye contact with Huey, his 500th rewatching of Menace II Society forgotten.

"Fuck you mean you going over to Jazzy's house?!"

"Like I just said."

Riley looked down at the black gym duffle bag in Huey's hand, pointing a finger at it he speaks, "What the fuck is that for?"

"Clothes and shit it's a," Huey sighed, " 'sleepover' "

"A sleepover?!" Now Riley was standing, "Nigga you mean a fuck-over!"

"Riley that's not-" but he was interrupted

"You telling me fine ass, sexy ass, fat ass Jazmine is inviting your lame ass over to just sleep?!"

"...yeah."

"Motherfucker you are gayer than I thought."

"It's not like that, Caesar's coming over too." As soon as he said it Huey regretted it as Riley's eyes became the size of dinner plates.

"Caesar!" He sank to his knees in exaggerated despair, "Oh lord she wants a train run on her!"

"I'm leaving."

"Lord why?! Why did you give my gay ass brother the opportunity to tap some premium ass?! Why not me?! She chose the wrong brother!"

Huey was already out the door but heard Riley's final yell "And fuck that motherfucker Caesar too!"

"No," Huey finally responded, "he didn't have a good reaction."

Jazmine opened the door before Caesar could ask for details of the meltdown, it wasn't like he could have asked anyway as all the thoughts in both boy's minds crumpled to dust and blew out of their ears as they laid eyes on Jazmine.

She was dressed a lot more casually than her usually carefully curated self, she was also dressed a bit more scantily than usual as well. She had on a cropped baby pink and white short sleeved raglan T-shirt that was so tight that it was possible she got it from the children's aisle, she had on tiny jean shorts and her feet were clad with cute pink bunny slippers. Her hair was still let loose down her back but instead of hair clips it was a white headband; her only jewelry was a delicate gold chain with her name 'Jazmine' written in cursive hung as a charm.

"What took you guys so long? I was getting so bored."

The two boys opened their mouths but not a single sound was made, all the blood from their brains had rushed to another body part.

"What are you doing? Come inside." She smiled, turning around and giving a really nice look at her backside.

"This…this feels wrong." Huey had enough brain power to finally say something.

"Does this feel like a porn situation to you too?"

"Yeah", the sounds of Riley's porn collection during the early stages of puberty reverberated in his mind and he shuddered,"you wanna leave?"

"We are too far gone."

"May the best man win?"

"I'm going to be honest man even if you win and you two get married, you'll have to kill me because I'm not stopping."

"Noted."

Jazmine popped her head back out, "Why are you guys still there, come in."

"Coming!" They said simultaneously

The Dubois home was built exactly like all the homes on Timid Deer Lane and by extension every house in Woodcrest but unlike the lived in homes of both the Freemans and the Caesars here felt like it was straight out of a trendy new home modeling magazine that white stay at home moms loved. The furniture, drapes and all embellishments were perfectly curated and perfectly placed there was no sign of life anywhere, no haphazardly thrown clothes, no stickers or magnets on the fridge, no water stains for drinks on the coffee table even the fruits in the kitchen counter fruit bowl had no sign of being rotten or overripe just perfectly yellow bananas and red apples.

Ignoring the unsettling nature of her home Jazmine carried on in her normal hyperactive fashion.

"Oh my god this is going to be so much fun. We're going to eat junk food and watch sappy movies and-"

"Have naked pillow fights." Caesar commented under his breath which was met with a swift elbow to the gut from Huey.

At the sound of Caesar's grunt of pain Jazmine turned around looking nervously at the bowled over young man

"You ok Michael?"

"He's alright." Huey answered instead

Jazmine looked at him, still not completely convinced, "You sure?"

"Yeah," slapping Caesar's back for good measure, "he is completely fine. Right, Ceaz?"

Still with no air in his lungs Caesar shakily gave a nod.

"Oh ok", Jazmine said cheering right back up, "well let's continue."

The two followed Jazmine up the stairs to her bedroom with no more stray remarks from Caesar.

"And this!", she swung open the door with flourish,"is where we will be staying for the weekend."

It was…very Jazmine was the only thought that appeared in Huey's mind as his eyes were flashbanged by the sheer amount of pink in that room.

Pink sheets, pink comforters, pink pillows, pink walls, pink curtains, flurry pink rugs. It was everywhere and inescapable, every shade from pastel to hot pink only slightly tempered a few blues and white but it still came off as if Barbie went ham at redecorating.

"Soooo! What do you guys think?!"

"It's um-

"I-wow-"

"You ah-"

"It has uh-"

"Pink." Huey finally said

"Pink." Caesar agreed

"Yeah I know but do you guys like it?"

"Baby if you like it I love it."

"Is it still this pink at night?"

"I have glowing stars on my ceiling."

"That's…great."

They set down their bags gingerly, still a bit awkward at being there; the closest they've been to Jazmine's room was the porch. From Huey's peripheral vision he spotted a black lacy thong peeking through one of the drawers beside Jazmine's bed.

Huey swallowed deeply and mentally jotted down yet another reason he is glad to be black - no one could see him blush.

"Well I guess that's the end of the tour, now it's time for the fun part!"

The 'fun part' turned out not to be naked pillow fights or even a clothed one instead she led them back to the kitchen and pulled out three giant tubs of ice cream.

"Oh you were serious about this whole thing." Caesar commented

"Of course I was, why wouldn't I be?"

"Because it's just people sleeping over." Huey refused to say the word sleepover.

"It is not just 'people sleeping over'", she mocked his tone of vouce to which Caesar laughed and to which Hueykicked him in the shin,"It is apart of a girl's coming if age."

"Why didn't you ask Cindy if this was a girl's thing?"

"Cindy's more of a man than either of you."

"I take offense to that." Caesar scoffed.

"Not biologically." Huey piped up

Jazmine groaned, her ginger tresses falling against her back as she tilted her head back "Oh my god, eating ice cream while enjoying days of fun with your best friend in the world. The horror!"

"Jazmine, you know I don't like sweet shit."

"You love me though."

"Hardy harr harr."

"I made sure it all suited your tastebuds perfectly. Caesar look this one has alcohol in it," she lifted up the large Ben and Jerry's ice cream with the title 'Whisky Biz' stamped proudly on its face, "so you can get tipsy and look Huey", she shoved Whisky Biz into Caesar's arms and proudky lifted the other, "this one is matcha, you know like Japan? You like Japan right?"

Huey gave a heavy stare begore sighing and taking the tub from Jazmine, "I hapoen to do like matcha."

Jazmine grinned picking up her own surgary cotton candy flavored ice cream, skipping cheerfully off to the couch.

The picking of the movie was less amicable, Huey refused to watch The Notebook and Jazmine threatened suicide if she had to watch Love Jones. Caesar settled it by suggesting a shlocky action movie with Steven Seagal.

They enjoyed the rest of the night laughing, chuckling at best in Huey's case, watching a very out of shape Steven Seagal fail miserably at martial arts while stuffing their faces, savoring in Huey's case, with ice-cream.

They fell asleep at 2 in the morning, Jazmine's head on Huey's chest whike his hand wrapped around her upper body, Ceaser's head rested snugly on the small of her back, hands held firm on her thighs.

Chapter 3 finally (kind of completed); hope you enjoyed

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