Huey and Huelene were on their way to Ebony Brown's house when they had an unpleasant drive. It had only taken three hours to get to where she was, but Huey and Huelene hadn't said anything to each other.
Huelene was clearly still angry at Huey for what he had said or exposed about her mother, but she realized he was just hurt. According to the stories he tells about the two, he appears to be quite happy to talk about her.
Because when she first met Huey, he appeared to be one of those guys who was having a bad day, but as soon as he started talking about her mother, his day brightened up and that made her happy. Every story he tells may not be the best, but she is learning more and more about her parents with each one.
Huelene wanted to ask another question but she was too afraid. She didn't know if Huey was in the mood to talk about her mother. He still seemed pretty bothered from yesterday.
"Are you okay?" Huelene asked, concerned for her father.
He didn't answer for a couple of seconds until he nodded.
"You sure? You look to be a little stiff," Huelene asked noticing his posture.
Huey held on tightly to the wheel and just took a deep breath. He couldn't hide anything from her.
"Honestly, Huelene, I'm not okay!" Huey truthfully answered.
"Why?" she asked.
"When you find out within 72 hours a person you loved for years slept with another man, caught AIDS, had a secret pregnancy, backed out of the marriage, and basically lied to you, it's a lot to take in," Huey spoke.
"Makes sense!" Huelene said not going to argue.
"Question?" she said as Huey was alert.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Did you and my mother ever have downfalls in your relationship?" Huelene asked as Huey looked to be a bit confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked trying to be sure.
"Like did you guys ever fight, try and break up with each other, have insecurities, you know basic couple problems," Huelene explained.
"Yes, we had arguments and insecurities, but we never tried to break up with each other," Huey said.
"Did she have insecurities or did you have them?" Huelene asked to be sure.
"We both had insecurities! Her's were more obvious than mine," Huey assured.
I had always loved Jazmine for who she was and didn't care too much about her looks, but she thought otherwise. Normally, you would think she'd be insecure about her body but, surprisingly, she didn't think too much about her body. One of Jazmine's biggest insecurities was her appearance.
And, once again, not any of her body parts. I'm referring to her skin color, eyes, hair, and almost everything else about her being mixed.
Jazmine will never admit to it, but she hated how she was different from everybody else. She didn't like being an outcast everywhere she went.
Even when mixed kids started coming to Woodcrest she was still considered an outcast in their case.
And another thing she hated was choosing sides. Like most biracial kids, they're sneakily forced to pick sides on how they want to be viewed.
Teachers, kids, parents, and even my own people were always wondering what Jazmine identified herself as. We assumed she identified herself as white since she was always so sensitive and surrounded by only white people.
But the thing was Jazmine didn't act privileged or mad about the world. She was able to humble herself and communicate with both black and white people. And like I said before, it really made us wonder who side she was on.
The whole time she was trying to make us understand she didn't consider herself to be on either side. She just wanted to be her own person and not have a title or stereotype set on her.
I could understand!
White and black people were always going against each other in any way possible and I don't blame her for not wanting to be a part of that.
Whenever we were sitting together at lunch or hanging out in public, there would be a lot of black girls that walked past us in disgust because I was dating Jazmine.
I didn't feel any shame being with her.
But she felt ashamed of me being with her.
She always thought I could do better. She wouldn't make her insecurities obvious to others but it would be obvious to me.
She asked questions like: "Huey, do you think someone like Jezebel is cute?"
"Do you like how they express themselves?"
"Do you wish I could rock my natural looks like them?"
I would simply always respond: "Why would I think she's cute if I don't pay any attention to her. I don't even know who Jezebel is."
"I like how you express yourself!"
"You already rock your natural looks and I admire that about you."
Then every once in a while I would catch her looking at herself in the mirror. She didn't notice, but I always watched how she touched her skin, her hair, and her facial features. It's as if she was trying to accept herself and the way she was.
And when we started living in our house, I felt like it got worse.
She would always look at magazines and try to find women like her in them. Then she would go to the bathroom and look at herself in the mirror and cry. She cried because she either didn't look like the women in the magazine or she couldn't find anybody like her.
She felt so alone in this world.
And I remember another one of the reasons she wanted to go to Howard University was to see if girls like her would come there to find out more about themselves.
The sad thing was she never did get to find out.
Since she was always looking in the magazine to find women like her, I thought she could one day apply as a model, so that way girls like Jazmine would also not feel alone.
And Jazmine wouldn't feel alone, she could finally find people like her and try to connect with them.
When it came to my insecurities, I used to wonder what Jazmine's type was. She always told me she wanted a man who had a nice personality and was faithful. That could be any guy out there.
She started dating Brody, who I thought was her type, but he was missing the man part.
When Jazmine and I started dating, I thought she still had feelings for Brody. She was a little broken heart after her breakup and I didn't think she was ready to start dating again.
I would catch Brody staring at Jazmine and I got worried. Then the two had classes together and they were always partnered up.
I trusted Jazmine and Brody that nothing would go on. I know I should have been worried, but I know Brody is not the type of guy to put his hands on Jazmine, so I didn't mind when they would work alone.
I was hoping nothing romantic would go on. But I felt like she still saw him as a better man than me and I could never top Brody.
But, surprisingly, Brody had cleared my worries away.
It was the end of our senior year, and Jazmine, me, and the gang went to prom.
Jazmine was nominated to be prom queen so she had to go around and be social with everybody. I just stood to the side trying my best to ignore everybody. I was just looking at how happy she was to be here.
I didn't want to go to prom but I went because of her.
She tried to convince me to wear pink but I was not that cool. We had to go with green or red.
We got our matching colors, took our pictures, and spent unnecessary money to ride in a limo with our friends.
It was nice, I almost had fun until someone spiked the punch and half the kids got drunk and had to go home.
Jazmine won prom queen and everybody was happy for her. I was standing there watching her from afar and just smiled.
I had seen from the corner of my eye Brody appear. I just rolled my eyes because I was hoping he wasn't going to cause any trouble.
"So Freeman, are you enjoying prom?" he asked.
"Yeah, I guess so, I only came for Jazmine," I answered truthfully.
"I can tell," he said standing beside me.
I noticed that he was looking at her and smiling.
"Look man, is there something you need to talk about or are you just here to bug me?" I asked getting to the point.
"No, I don't want to cause any trouble, I just want you to know you are a lucky man," he simply answered.
I cocked my eyebrow at him and just looked at him funny.
"Why?" I asked confused.
"You got the dream girl! She's the perfect person to have a future with. You know for a fact she's full of love and it's so rare to find a girl like that," Brody spoke.
"Yeah!" I said knowing what he meant.
"I wish we didn't break up or have my parents not approve of her, but hey, things happen for a reason," he said disappointed.
"Yeah!" I said agreeing.
"I can tell she really loves you!" he said as I looked at him.
"How?" I asked. The truth was I didn't even know what love was. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel or what I was supposed to say. It just all came unexpectedly.
"I can't believe you're blind to this. It's the way she looks at you, how she's always excited to see you even when she's mad, she feels like you're her safe space and you'd never judge her during her worst moments, and you guys are complete opposites, yet you know how to lift each other up," Brody simply spoke.
"Just don't do anything to hurt her!" he sternly spoke before walking away.
So she really did love me!
"It seemed like you guys both had insecurities. She was ashamed of her skin and you were unsure if she actually loved you," Huelene said.
"Basically!" Huey said.
"What kind of arguments did you guys get into?" Huelene asked as Huey sighed.
I came home late and expected to go take a relaxing shower. I grabbed a towel and headed to the bedroom. Jazmine was in bed reading her book and I started to strip my clothes off.
I could see her checking me out but I didn't want to fall for it. I was not in the mood for sex tonight. I probably needed it but I didn't feel like doing it unless she was going to do most of the work.
I put the towel around my hips and headed into the bathroom to go start the shower.
When I opened the curtains I saw the most disgusting thing.
It was some of Jazmine's hair all over the walls, the tub, and it was clogged up in the hole.
I immediately was disgusted and turned around to go tell Jazmine.
"Jazmine, can you please come in the bathroom and clean up your hair?" I calmly asked her.
"What do you mean hair?" she asked looking confused.
"Your strands of hair, they're all over the place," I said as she looked at me in disbelief.
"Huey my hair barely falls out when I'm showering. When I went to shower there was no hair in there," she tried to defend.
"Yeah, but did you look at the shower afterward?" I asked as she answered: "No!"
"You should come check it out because it's everywhere and that's disgusting," I said as she got out of bed irritated.
She walked past me into the bathroom to check the shower out.
She looked around and then looked back at me.
I was hoping she see what I see.
"Huey that's not that bad," she said as my eyes widened.
"Not that bad, Jazmine the fucking hole is clogged up," I pointed out.
"What if it could be your hair that's also in there," she said trying to put this on me.
"Jazmine my hair doesn't come out unless I'm brushing some of it out. I don't wash or wet my hair in the shower as you do," I defended.
"You're coming at me about hair everywhere, your facial hair is always left in the sink when you shave," she pointed at the sink that still has some of my facial hair.
"I'll clean up my hair if you clean your shower hair," I said as she thought about it.
"Deal!" she said.
She turned back around towards the room and I looked at her funny.
"I mean now because I really need to take a shower and I don't think you want me in the bed all dirty and oily," I said as she shivered at the thought.
"You could always sleep on the couch," she mumbled as she started retrieving gloves from the cabinet.
"And you could always shower at the hospital where the janitor has to clean up," I mumbled back as I could feel her staring a hole in the back of my head.
I lay there on the bed and watched her clean all her hair from the shower.
"If I have to clean the shower yo' black ass need to clean the fucking sink," she snapped at me.
I immediately got out of bed and started wiping down the sink within seconds.
"Okay, that was a very petty argument," Huelene said as Huey pulled in front of Ebony's house.
"No, the mumbled comments were petty, everything else was fair," Huey corrected.
"Right!" she sighed.
"There were other times you guys were being petty with each other?" Huelene asked trying to contain her smile.
"Yes!" Huey said turning off his engine.
Both Jazmine and I got up early for work. We were exhausted and irritated, and we didn't want to be bothered. I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom when Jazmine entered to begin her morning routine. She began by brushing her teeth, slightly nudging me out of the way so she could inspect her teeth. I didn't think she was doing it on purpose at first until we continued running into each other on the way to spit in the sink.
She got done before I did because I like to make sure nothing is still on my teeth. While she had her face close to the sink to rinse and wash with soap, I bent down and spit my paste in the sink.
She had seen and heard it and was just disgusted.
I didn't want to hold it in my mouth and I was going to spit it on myself.
I was expecting her to say something but she didn't.
She started to rinse the soap off her face and then she decided to take a lot of water in her hands and splash it. But instead of splashing it most of it on her face she splashed it on me.
I just stood there glaring at her as she dried her face. She didn't pay any attention to me and walked away as if she didn't do anything.
I just rolled my eyes and continued with my morning routine.
Then there was a time when we were trying to make each other mad about our sexual actions.
We decided to watch porn for the first time and she got jealous that I found a little interest in it.
She thought I was checking out the females that were getting fucked because that's what they were mainly showing.
Then it showed the guy fucking who was fucking the girl and I got a little jealous because she was slightly touching herself.
"How you gone get mad at me for getting turned on by the video but you also get turned on?" I exclaimed.
"I was not mad at you," she defended.
"Yes you were, you kept giving me this look when they were showing the girl," I went against.
"You're getting turned on by some dude," I pointed out.
"Huey it's just a little feeling," she said tightening her legs.
"What kind of feeling?" I asked wanting to know.
"You just a little wetness," she lied as I looked at her bottoms to see she was completely wet.
"I wish you got that wet when we're having sex," I mumbled under my breath.
"I wish you got that big during sex," she said as I looked at her funny.
"Last time I check you can barely fit your mouth on my supposedly small penis," I mumbled back.
"And you're not that open with new things during sex," she commented.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"Nothing, you just like to stick to a few things, and a few things only," she said.
"Well, last time I check you're not doing most of the work. All you have to do is either lay on your back or prop on your hands and knees. Then at the end of all of it you're usually the first to cum while I'm still going," I said as she glared at me and looked away.
She didn't have anything to say back.
I won the argument!
She got up from the couch and went towards our bedroom.
"Jazmine, did I make you that upset or something?" I asked turning around as she gave me a neutral look.
"No, I'm just horny, and instead of getting it from you I'll just get it from my new friend," she said as I got alert.
"Friend, what you mean new friend?" I asked getting upset as she didn't seem fazed.
" I mean my electronic toy that doesn't judge. You can sit out here and watch porn by yourself," she said referring to her dildo one of her friends convinced her to buy.
I just rolled my eyes as she shut the door.
I guess I'm sleeping on the couch tonight!
"Oh wow! You guys just didn't show any mercy to each other," Huelene laughed a little.
"Yeah, you would think Jazmine wouldn't have any comebacks but she had a lot of them," Huey said as he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.
He went to get Huelene from the passenger's side so they could go to Ebony's front door.
Huey was ready to get answers from his next source so he won't quickly assume.
Thank you for reading!