Author's Note:

I couldn't get the thought of this series out of my head.

So here's a drabble series of what it would look like for Huey Freeman and Jazmine Dubois wrangling teens. Rated T for language.

Plus, my girl Juey commented on my story, and I obviously can't pass up the opportunity to get as many compliments on this dying website as I can.

I've been editing and rediting and editing again. So if you reread something and notice that it's a little different, I hope you still enjoy it.

Prologue

"And if grandpa was here. I know he'd be smiling for me a tear. To see what he has done. All the offsprings from his daughters and sons." – The OJays

The thing that Huey hated most about his teenage daughters was that they always found a way to be late for everything that mattered to him.

It was ridiculous how the girls had changed practically overnight, and he'd had no clue what to do about it.

"Huey," His wife, Jazmine, had teased gently one night after he and Hayley had butted heads again, "There was no way that they could stay our little girls forever. Them growing up doesn't have to be a bad thing. You just need to give them a little more space."

Like hell.

He had been around when Jazmine had gotten too much space, and she had become an absolute terror to be around in her teens. Not to mention the alcoholism. The low self esteem. The major car crash that she was in that nearly killed her. And that was just her. He had seen firsthand what happened to a bunch of neglected teens. So nope, he was going to be there. Day in and day out, he was going to make sure that his girls continued to see him being an active father until he took his last breath.

"Hey dad," Hayley practically floated into the front seat of his car, looking like a carbon clone of his wife outside of her more caramel complexion and maroon eyes, "Sorry I'm late," She waved to a legion of what appeared to be adoring fans. And a few straggling male students, averting their eyes from his murderous gaze, "Don't be mad. I was studying."

"Hayley," The afro on top of his head suddenly felt hot as he grew more and more irritated with his child and her vague explanation, "What have we talked about?"

Hayley opened her mouth before realizing that he was definitely going on one of his infamous rants and braced herself.

She folded her small hands into her lap, her slightly copper hair blowing around her upper arms, as she started to awkwardly focus on the texture of her jeans. Hayley had quietly suspected that this had nothing to do with her being late and everything to do with the male attention she was getting lately. Well, that and the rumblings from the past that she knew very little about. It wasn't her fault that these shallow weirdos liked what they saw. She just couldn't understand how their relationship had gotten to this point. She could barely stand being around him.

"Every day, for the past few weeks now," Her father turned his head to double check his blind spots before backing out and driving up the street to her younger sister Jamie's middle school, not too far away, "You've been late. When your great grandfather was alive, he would've beat my ass!" He continued, not even noticing how Hayley's own fists started to curl up of their own fruition,"You're not focused. Your teacher called and told me herself that you missed three periods, THREE!"

"When he was alive, you had a car. Something that I don't have," Hayley huffed, her voice rising, "This isn't fair, Dad! You're always blowing things out of proportion. It's not my fault that Professor Elliot literally hates me for no reason," She paused before tossing up her hands, "Oh wait! That's right, she hates your wife, my mom, and that hate has been transported to me! I've been busting my-"

She paused, seeing her father's anger and decided to reel herself back in,

"It's just been a little more challenging than expected is all," Hayley said in a softer tone before tugging on the strap of her light turquoise backpack, "I only missed three periods because I started a karate club with Eric, which is halfway across the building, and it's been a huge fight to get it all started-"

"Eric," Her father grumbled before gently parking the black Chrysler SUV in the parking lot of Jamie's school, "What a surprise that we suddenly added a new character to the big mystery of Hayley's life? You and Eric together when both of you should be in class. This is exactly why you don't have a car. You're too irresponsible."

"Dad, he's been my best friend for literally six years now," Hayley brought her hands to her temple, "And I am not irresponsible. You just hate the fact that I'm not your little princess genius anymore that you can carry around at your leisure. You're not even-"

"And let me just guess," Her father continued, fully turning his body to look at her, seeing red, "You were studying…with Eric. Goofing off…with Eric! Planning God knows what...with Eric!"

"Dad, I'm FIFTEEN," Hayley snapped loudly, surprising them both. Hayley had inherited the Freeman temper, but it was incredibly rare for her to use it, "You're insisting on treating me like a baby for the rest of eternity, and it isn't fair!"

Oh, so she wanted to pull that card? Her mother, and her mother's mother, and her mother's mother's mother had ALL invented that card.

Oh, if she thought he was going to fall for her little quarter white girl act, she had another thing coming.

He was officially fed up.

"What isn't fair Hayley," Huey glanced at her, "Is you lying, even by omission. You knew that you had missed class because you were with Eric and jumped straight to bringing up Professor Elliot, deliberately attempting to hit a nerve-"

"I KNEW you would freak out," Hayley said lowly, "I knew this was gonna happen," She threw up hear hands dramatically before placing her elbow on the window and leaning on the car window, "Ugh! Mom promised me that she would talk to you!"

"Don't drag your mother into this," Huey snapped back before leaning in, not caring about the fact that his daughter was in a terrified state of rage, "Fix your attitude right now, little girl! You are grounded! You hear me? No phone! No internet! No karate clubs! No Eric! No hill!"

"Unbelievable!" His daughter fumed as she grabbed her backpack and slammed it in her lap, "You cannot-"

"Oh, I can," Huey huffed before tossing his own head back, "Believe me."

"You're acting like a psycho," Hayley shook her head. Her eyes filling with tears, "Eric's a good guy. I'm a good kid. Why are you treating me like this? I just want to be treated like an adult. If you would just listen to me you would see that I'm not doing anything wrong, Dad,cmon, this is me we're talking about -"

"Don't turn this around on me, Hayley," His tone was final, a warning, "You decided to lie to me, You decided to put an extracurricular club before your actual class when you know the history between your mother and that professor," Huey turned his head, "Speaking of that, didn't we tell you NOT to take that class?"

"You didn't tell me the truth," Hayley shook her head, "People talk here, Dad! It's not exactly like you and Mom were angels when you went to school here. I've heard some of the stories of Mom in her heyday, and I am nothing like her. I don't get why you won't just let it –"

You're becoming more and more like her every day.

"Enough!" Huey roared. His hand slamming down on the steering wheel enough to release a light honk, leaving both he and his daughter quiet, "This isn't about Eric."

"I never said it was," Hayley grumbled.

"You're grounded," Huey looked at her before turning the radio up, as if he didn't want to hear anything she had to say, "2 weeks."

"Ughhhhhhhhhh!" Hayley got out of the car, slammed the door, and rushed past her uncle, Riley, and her very confused sister, Jamie Freeman. The pair had just gotten out of the physicals Riley held before tryouts for the official Varsity Basketball Team began, "I HATE you, Dad!"

"Well trust me, I'm not feeling too hot about your ass right now either," Huey shot back at his teenage daughter, not at all paying attention to the crowd of whispering parents and children watching him yell at his daughter's retreating form, "And slamming my car door? Do it again, Hayley, I'll beat the BRAKES-"

"Nigga calm down," Riley snorted,looking around to see who else was watching, "Isn't she the good kid? I'm sure whatever you're even yelling at her about isn't that bad."

"Hey," Jamie snorted as she hopped happily into the backseat with her basketball, "I'm a good kid too," She reached into her backpack, "Here, Dad! I need you to sign this."

The agitated father snatched the paper and scribbled his name onto it, but before he could even hand it back...

SLAM!

Hayley had entered the middle school building, and she was clearly not a fan of Huey's words.

Great going. Father of the Year.

But Huey was on a roll, still shouting at the building as if Hayley would magically reappear without him having to drag her to the car himself, "Get back here, Hayley Angela Freeman, or I SWEAR you're walking home this time."

"Man, enough! Just let her cool off," Riley hissed, looking around, "Go home man," He said in sympathetic tone that surprisingly gave Huey a deep sense of relief, "I'll talk to her and bring her by later on. Just calm down," He shook his head before giving Jamie a knowing smirk, "She won't come around if you keep pulling stunts like this."

Huey nodded, still gripping the steering wheel before looking around to Jamie and taking a breath. His youngest beautiful daughter. His twin that people often thought belonged to Riley. His sweet, obviously not cranky daughter, who didn't deserve to have her day overlooked because he was in some sort of disagreement with her sister.

"How was your day?"

"Fine." Jamie glanced out of the window to look at Riley, who seemed to be intently staring his child down.
They seemed to be sharing some message using the secret, niece-uncle telepathy they'd had since the day she was born. Not good.

"Well," Huey said, "Just have her home before 9:00 please. It's a school night."

"I'll bring her by, Huey," Riley rolled his eyes before patting the car and walking off, grumbling to himself, "Sho' am glad my damn kids aren't teenagers yet. Nigga hollerin at that girl like he ain't got no sense. Nieces got my brother tweakin' man!"

"So," Huey glanced back at Jamie, who was still staring out the window looking absolutely innocent. If it weren't for that small gleam of mischief in the corner of her eye, she would've even fooled him, "What'd you do today?"

"Oh," Jamie cocked her head to the side, her space buns unmoving as she lifted her brow excitedly, "Just shutting down the kids in gym," She motioned her infamous celebratory pose, one arm over the other, before continuing, "Excelling in class like my fabulous mother and father taught me," She flashed her megawatt smile before glancing his way, "And yeah, that's all. Nothing major"

Huey finally glanced down at the paper that Jamie had so quickly thrust into his hands. He was so angry at her sister that he had swiftly signed it, which was exactly what his daughter had been banking on. Riley 2.0 indeed. Jamie was smart, beautiful, and compassionate, but she was so smooth with her mischief that it even blew her uncle's mind.

Of course she had been bold enough to pass off her suspension letter to her father in hopes that he would sign it.

Knowing that from the principal's vantage point, it would look as though Huey had signed it and chewed her out so badly that there was no need for her to call either parent.

If only this one could use her charisma for good...

"Jamie," Huey sighed loudly, so tired of his girls he didn't know what to do. No wonder his grandad had been angry all the time, "Why on Earth did you get suspended this time?"

"I'm innocent this time, Dad," Jamie shot back, "Kevin set me up! You can ask Uncle-"

"What is wrong with you two today?" Huey huffed, practically doubling the speeding limit as he shot the car into their three car garage, "Are you and your sister trying to kill me? Is that it?"

"Dad, you gotta calm down-"

"No," Huey held up his hand, "You're grounded too!"

"Dad," Jamie threw up her hands, "C'mon!"

"No basketball," Huey pointed her way as he stomped out of the parked vehicle and slammed the door, "I mean it, Jamie. One more stunt, and I'll tell your Uncle Riley you won't be playing on the basketball team this year!" Huey tossed his keys on the table as he kept following the thirteen year old, who was moving slightly faster, the small teen practically running through the living room, "And by the way, I saw that look you two exchanged before we even left the school, so I'll be calling your principal to get the real details behind your suspension, and if I find out you haven't told me the entire truth, that's your ass! Do you hear me?"

Jamie turned around, looking at her father as if curious to see if he was joking. Once it became perfectly clear that he was not, she swiftly walked past him and tossed open the door before gripping it to avoid the impending bang that would solidify her demise.

Smart girl.

"Psshh, no wonder Hayley hates you," Jamie grumbled to herself once she thought she was out of earshot. She headed up the stairs, past the Master bedroom that belonged to her parents, and down past her sister's room before barricading herself into her room. She missed the brief flash of sadness cross her father's features after he'd heard what she'd said.

But someone else had noticed.

"Tough crowd," Jazmine remarked as she took her hands, walked behind him, and rubbed his muscular, broad shoulders, "Come tell mama all about it."