"Alexa, play Burnin' out by 7AE," Cindy calls out as she sits at the vanity in her room or as she refers to it as "The Hot Seat" considering its red appearance. Cindy leans forward a bit as she moves to her right eye to put on her mascara. Once satisfied, the blonde sits back and takes in her appearance.
With a huff, she taps her finger against her phone screen to check the time. Outside she looks composed, cool, but inside she's a box of jitters. She's supposed to be going out with Caesar tonight at that pizza place downtown. '
Finally' she can't help, but think with a roll of her blue eyes. It had been a week since he asked her out and he finally contacted her Friday night. She never brought it up despite still wanting to go out on the strength that she ain't no desperate ass hoe, but Cindy can't lie...she felt like a desperate ass hoe.
She wonders what took him so long. Cindy takes a deep breath and stares at her reflection. Maybe, she's thinking too much into this. He just asked her out for pizza, friends do shit like that too, so maybe this is a friendly outing? She doesn't know, but crazy enough, she hopes that it isn't.
She's never admitted it to anyone, not even Jazmine, but she's always kind of liked Caesar. He's always been so nice to her despite her hard exterior. He always has some sort of way of easily crushing the tension within the group. Cindy can say that she started crushing on Caesar the summer after 8th grade. Cindy smiles as she thinks back to that summer.
(*)
It had to be the hottest summer in Woodcrest to this date because the heat was literally unbearable, even Huey complained about Riley runnin' in and out of the house and letting all the air out. However, this particular day, all the teens were outside doing random things.
Riley and Hiro were riding their bikes that Riley tricked out a few months prior and she and Jazmine were sitting in the Freeman's yard in their bathing suits and shorts while Huey and Caesar washed Mr. Freeman's car. The ice cream truck had just pulled up, and Jazmine immediately turned her heart-eyed glasses covered eyes to her moody ass best friend.
"Please," The strawberry blonde asked Huey, her bottom lip jutting out as the truck came to a full stop and kids began running up to the truck. It didn't take long before the teen boy jogged across the street to the ice cream truck to buy Jazmine her damn ice cream.
"Hey man, can you grab me two fudge pops?" Caesar called. "I'll give you an extra cut of my pay." Huey gave a slight upward jerk of his chin in acknowledgment of Caesar as he approaches the crowded frozen treat truck.
And if Cindy's eyes lingered a little bit longer on Caesar's wet wife-beater, then no one called her out on it. The blonde was quickly brought out of her thoughts of a wet and muscle-flexing Caesar by her best friend's giggles.
"What?" Cindy asks her eyebrows wiggling above her red matching heart-shaped glasses.
"Why is Caesar staring at you?"
"What? He was staring at me?"
"Yeah, but you didn't realize because you were off in la-la land," Jazmine sings in a sing-song tone.
Cindy looks over at Caesar and doesn't notice anything out of the normal only how good he looks drinking his bottle of water and how good he looks with his dreads pulled back. Cindy turns back around and shrugs. "Ookay. Doesn't seem that grand Jazzy."
"Maybe," The strawberry blonde says sounding like a mischievous little shit.
"Well, what about you?" Cindy starts. "Huey barely even hesitated when you asked him to buy your stupid ice cream."
"Oh, that's nothing. Huey always buys me treats."
'Among other shit,' Cindy thinks, but refrains from saying that and instead says, "And that doesn't seem a little odd?"
"Odd?" Jazmine repeats the word as if it were foreign. Seeing as it was in regards to Huey, then the blonde bet it was. "No, Huey and I are best friends." Cindy just stares at the girl.
"Jazmine, what are we?"
"We're best friends."
"And do you see me jogging me my fat ass across the street to get you ice cream every day?"
"It's just different, Cindy. I can't...I can't explain it we're just-"
"Huey and Jazmine," Cindy finishes. "Yeah, just a couple of weirdos."
"Hey!" Jazmine says, but its lighthearted as the two girls laugh.
"Yo, it's true," Cindy laughs as she flicks a stray strand of hair out of her face.
"Oh, thank you, Huey," Jazmine says sweetly as Huey gives her a triple-decker ice cream cone.
"Enjoy your scoops of diabetes," Is all he says before they're interrupted by a cold spray of water which mostly distracts the two girls as they hop up.
Cindy drops her phone in the grass, and Jazmine caught most of the water as she slowly moves, not wanting to drop her cone.
"You play too much Cease," Cindy says to a grinning Caesar as she adjusts her bikini strap.
"Not as much as you think," The boy replies with his usual easy-going smile to which Huey rolls his eyes and continues his job.
The girls get back into their seats and Jazmine who through this whole debacle continued to eat her ice cream spots a white packet on the armrest of Cindy's chair. "Hey, Cin, look."
The blonde looks down before sitting and grabs the packet. Opening up the packet, her eyes immediately flicker over to the boy with the dreadlocks who's too busy joking with his best friend about something. It's a fudge pop. Cindy's favorite.
(*)
Cindy is brought out of her thoughts or rather memories at the sound of a car door slamming closed from outside. Her eyes quickly flicker to her bedroom window, but before she can react her phone chimes with a new message. Picking up her phone, she reads the most recent message sent from...Riley.
Reezy
Hey, where you at?
Cindy
At home. Wassup?
Reezy
Still at home?
Cindy
Yea, where else I'm sposed to be?
Reezy
Wanna play 2k?
Cindy contemplates this and wonders if she would have time to pop over to the Freeman's and whoop Riley up in some 2k real quick or is she should just stay and wait. Cindy chooses the latter because ain't no tellin' when Caesar might pull up and she wants to be ready to go on their little pizza date-hangout thing.
Cindy
Naw, I can't.
Cindy presses send, and a few minutes later, Riley replies with a simple 'A'right.' Not wanting to think too much into it Cindy glances at herself in the mirror once more before looking at the time it's 5:04. 'Good' Cindy thinks as she exits her room and making her way down the marble hallway.
At the sight of a large vase flying across the hallway and hitting a nearby wall, the blonde teen stops in her tracks.
"Get the fuck out, Harold!"
"Get the fuck out? Me? Have you forgotten that I paid for this entire fucking house? You should be thanking me, you ungrateful bitch!"
"Don't forget your roots, Harold."
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, don't forget that I've been there from the beginning. I was here when you had nothing, and you think you can just do this shit to me?"
Clearing her throat loudly, Cindy causes both of her parent's heads to snap towards her, and their faces were priceless. Their demeanors mimicked deer caught in car headlights. Everything about them seemed to scream one loud 'FUCK' at the sight of their only daughter witnessing their entire debacle.
Without saying anything, Cindy walks downstairs and exits the house, closing the door behind her none too gently. She allows thoughts of Caesar and how fun it's going to be to hang out with Caesar alone to cloud her mind as she sits on the pristine white steps of the McPherson mansion the sun setting behind her.
Once the door slammed behind their teenage daughter, the two equally blonde-haired adults exchanged weary looks. Interrupting the loud, but embarrassing silence Harold Mcpherson speaks albeit sheepishly, "I didn't know she was here? You told me she left."
"I thought so too. Christiana told me she left earlier; I should have checked to be sure. Oh, Harold what have we done," Stephanie Mchpherson whispers to her husband. She can't help but feel disgusted that Cindy walked in on their scene.
It isn't until the sun has long past gone down and the fall air has grown even chillier does the couple hear the front door open and close.
The couple waited patiently to hear from their daughter, for her to run in their master suite babbling on and on about something, but all that followed was the sound of a bedroom door closing somewhere in the house. The longer they waited, the more disappointed they were as thoughts of their baby girl swarmed their uneasy minds.
"Hey, Huey I was watching that!" Jazmine states as her best friend change the channel to the 8 o'clock news.
"And how many times did you think I was going to allow us to watch a dumb sponge and starfish blow bubbles all day?'
"All day," The curly-haired teen mutters.
Huey makes an indignant sound. "Negative." Jazmine pouts but doesn't move from her spot on the sofa.
After five minutes of attempting to watch the news and listen to an eye-witness report about a large brawl within KFC today, Jazmine is appreciative of the new distraction that comes in the form of the young Riley Freeman as he plumps down in Mr. Freeman's recliner chair.
"Nigga, what's this?" Riley asks after a few minutes of the reporter talking about someone pouring three tanks of oil on the freeway.
"The news," Jazmine replies.
"The news," Riley groans in distaste. "Man, you can go upstairs and watch that shit."
"Nope," Huey says simply. "I don't complain when you and Cindy watch Baby Boy for the 100th time."
"Yes you do, cause you a hater."
"It's a horrible depiction of the black male and black household.
"Baby Boy?" Jazmine asks, her ears perking up. "What is that?"
"You haven't seen Baby Boy?" Jazmine shakes her head no.
"Yo, it's a classic."
"I think you have the word classic confused. You should try dehumanizing, glorifying the hardships of poverty and bad decisions."
"Whatever, don't listen to this weirdo. What's really going on is-"
"No. She doesn't need to hear about any of that nonsense."
"Who're you, nigga? Her daddy? Cuz last time I checked that suit and tie wearing nigga lives across the street."
At this point, the two Freeman brothers glare at each other in silence. Knowing that this could quickly lead to the two males brawling in the living room, Jazmine eventually breaks the rising tension between the brothers by standing up and announcing that she's going to get water.
"Any other requests," She asks, and no one speaks, so the mulatto teen hurries to the kitchen to get water.
She drinks slowly and decides to check her phone in the process, not really ready to go back into the living room just yet. She even tries to call Cindy, but it goes to voicemail...twice. After texting the blonde teen, she decides to head back into the living room but doesn't make it far before she's met with Huey in the doorframe. Without a word, he takes her by the wrist and leads them upstairs to his room.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I just don't feel like dealing with Riley right now."
"Okay, Jazmine says with a shrug and flops back on Huey's comfy bed.
"Huey, I'm hungry. Order pizza. Please."
"Fine, sure," Huey agrees and begins to put in the order. Jazmine bounces happily on the edge of the bed before being interrupted by her phone ringing. She quickly answers without looking in hopes of it being her blonde best friend, but at the deep voice that answers, she's corrected.
"Hey, blue jay."
"Oh, hey," Jazmine says, crossing one of her legs on top of the other.
"Don't sound too excited." Jazmine giggles and unknowingly causes Huey's eyebrows to raise at the sound. "There we go. So, what's up, what're you up to?"
"Just hanging out with my best friend."
"Oh, well that's cool," Romy replies, and he sounds cool, but is it safe to say that Jazmine knows that it's more to it?
"No, what were you going to say?"
"It doesn't matter now."
'Yeah, huh. What is it?"
"Nothing, I was going to come get you. I know you gotta be hungry, right? But you're...busy."
"Oh, yeah…" Jazmine trails off. "But we could probably hang out tomorrow if you want."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
Jazmine smiles once again, "Cool."
"Well, I'll let you get back to your best friend. See you soon."
"Bye." Jazmine ends the call and places it back in her pocket. Upon hanging up, she directs her attention on Huey. He's not looking at her and seems to be more absorbed with his phone.
"Huey," Jazmine calls trying to gain her attention to no avail.
"Yeah," He answers without looking away from his phone.
"Pizza?"
"I ordered it." Jazmine's smile returns full force only to disappear a second later as Huey continues.
"But I have to be somewhere."
"Really? Now?" He doesn't reply and continues to do whatever on his phone.
Jazmine swallows not trying to show how upset she is by this new change of events. "When will you be back?"
"I don't know."
"Okay. Fine. Forget I ever asked. Forget the pizza. Just…" Jazmine takes a huge breath and lets it go. "Call me later, okay."
"It's going to be late."
"I don't care."
"You don't care if I wake you up?"
"No, I just want yo- to talk to you," Jazmine quickly corrects. "Always."
"Come here," Huey calls and Jazmine hesitates, but walks over anyway and sits down on Huey's leg as he sits at his desk.
She leans her head on his shoulder, and he lets her as she speaks, "Why can't you stay? What just happened? You were just-" She stops abruptly, not wanting to upset herself.
"What was that about on the phone?"
"The phone? Oh, that was my friend. He's nice. Really Huey."
"A friend? Like me?" He asks not convinced, and Jazmine turns to look at Huey.
"What is this about Huey?" Huey just stares at the curly-haired teen and Jazmine can't place the look in his mahogany eyes, but it doesn't last long before it disappears contemplating and Jazmine can feel him shutting her out.
"I have to go," Huey restates as he stands up, causing Jazmine to stand as well. Immediately she hugs him and wraps her arms around his neck, but he doesn't react, so she hugs him harder and forces herself not to cry because she wants him here with her. She wants to be wrapped all over him.
"I'll call you," Huey says, and Jazmine lets go.
"Okay." She wants him to stay with her. Her heartbeat is beating something ruthless at the thought, but she can't help it. She just wants him, and it's a frightening feeling coursing through her body right now at the thought of him possibly going to hook up with some girl. She could almost-
"Okay, I'll see you," She settles with, biting back the feeling in her gut. The curly-haired teen bites her lip and watches as Huey grabs his phone and keys off his desk and heads out of his room, and it isn't long before the door downstairs is closing as well.
Looking out of the window, Jazmine watches as the eldest Freeman brother pulls out the driveway and quickly disappears down timid deer lane at a questionable speed. It takes a moment for her heartbeat to maintain a steady pace as she swallows deeply trying not to berate herself for not doing anything, for not going with what she felt. It was all there, all in her.
She should've made him stay; she wanted to, but...the feeling coursing through her...she never felt that way before it was like being on the brink of losing control of everything and she's admittedly afraid of that. She doesn't know what she would do if she acted upon that feeling.
The sound of the front door slamming close causes Riley to sit up a bit from his lounged position on the sofa. "The fuck is dat nigga's problem?" Riley mumbles as he lays back once again only to groan in annoyance a couple of minutes later at the sound of the doorbell ringing.
Jumping up to answer the door, he opens his mouth in preparation to tell whoever it is to 'fuck off' but stops at the sight of the blonde teen on his doorstep.
Dressed in black baggy cargo pants, matching shirt and air jordans with a single silver cross chain around her neck was Cindy completely changed out of her earlier (and admittedly girly) outfit unbeknownst to Riley. Her hair is pulled back by a black bandanna, and her pink lips are curled up in her usual pout as she uncrosses her arms and walks right past the younger teen.
"Yo, I was about to blast on yo ass, what you doing here Cin?" Riley asks as he closes the front door behind the blonde. "I thought you had other plans tonight?"
"Yeah, well plans change," She says her tone hard as she avoids Riley's eyes.
"You got smacked up?"
"Nah, I ain't no peon."
"Then what's up?"
"Nothing, why you sweatin' me?"
"I ain't. I'm jus' sayin'."
"It's no big deal, alright. You know what is, though?" Cindy removes a baggie from her cargo pocket and shakes it. "Wanna get smoked out?"
"Pssh, hell yeah." Riley checks his jeans pocket for his phone and is relieved that it is in his pocket. "A'ight let's roll.
(*)
"Aye, man I ain't lyin that nigga was begging Ms. Franklin to let em' back in the house yesterday mornin'. She put his ass out and called the cops on his bitch ass. And you know Grandad he was all in the window watching the whole time, he even posted about it on Facebook."
"Timid deer been lit lately, huh?"
"Yeah, crazy thing is Ms. Franklin letting Thugnificient clap those cheeks though."
"Word?" Cindy asks, smoke fleeting from her lips as she passes the blunt to Riley.
Riley takes it and hits it one, two times before replying, "Yeah, Ms. Franklin been receiving all types of packages."
"That's crazy, but you know Tameka? The one on the cheer squad."
"The one with the tongue ring," Riley says after a moment with a short chuckle. "Yeah, I know her," he smirks.
Cindy side-eyes the younger Freeman brother and elbows him before continuing, "She and Layton got to fighting in third period Wednesday."
"Heard about that. They say Leyton won. Why they was fighting anyway?"
"Over Eric C. But to be real none of them bitches know how to fight, but whatever. They shouldn't even be fighting each other, to begin with, you know? It ain't worth it to be fighting over some dude that can give two shits about you because if he did he wouldn't even be doing the things he doin', right? Man, sometimes boys ain't shit."
"Where all this coming from?"
"Nowhere. I'm just saying I'm tired of the b.s. Man. Why are we allowing ourselves to be objectified by a dude and then feel the need to fight another female over them and their fuck-ups!
This just leads to us being judged even more for doing so, but if you don't fight back or do something, then you're being clowned or looked at differently or just plain stigmatized!"
"Whoa, calm down Cindy the saint. Chill, I feel you."
"I'm jus' sayin' " Cindy mumbles with a roll of her eyes as she holds out the blunt to Riley.
Riley takes it from between her long red painted nails and watches Cindy in silence as he smokes. "Yo, fo' real wassup with you? Somethin' botherin' you and ion like it. Jus tell a nigga what's wrong?"
Cindy sighs loudly and rejects the blunt as Riley holds out. "My parents," Cindy settles with. "They were fighting again. My mom even threw a wase at my da. It was really crazy," She explains with a faraway look as if relieving the entire moment.
"I haven't ever seen them fight like that. They didn't know I was there, but that ain't the point. You know, they've been together since they were in high school. My mom was even disowned from her family for marrying my mom."
"Why?" Riley asks not really being able to relate, seeing as how his parents aren't here, but he still wants to understand.
"They wanted her to marry some other guy, but he loved her, she loved him. They ain't always have money, so believe it, or not my mom used to work."
"Fo' real Ms. I got hot yoga at 11 and a message and pedicure at 2?" Riley mocks to which Cindy laughs at.
"Yes, she believed in him, so she held him down while he pursued his dream."
"That's crazy," Riley says as smoke filters from his lips. "She a rider."
"I know. So to see it all come crashing down despite everything they've been through. It just doesn't feel real."
"Hey, maybe it ain't, people go through rough times, even your mom and pops."
"When they saw me both of them looked like a deer in headlights."
"That's cuz they know that shit they was jus' doing was wrong or something they jus' ain't want you to witness."
"Probs. Hey, why you so good at giving advice?"
"I'm not."
"Yeah, right, you need to be a therapist or sum shit."
"Pssh," Riley scoffs "I been done beat one of those niggas up in them people's office."
"So you say."
"I do. To keep it 100 I jus' be paying attention to a lot of shit, a'right. Ya'll don't be thinking I am, but I do."
To this, Cindy playful pushes Riley's shoulder and steals the blunt back.
"Oh, shit, what Cease doing outside so late? And damn he got a baddie wit him? Lil mama fine as fu-" Riley is suddenly cut off as Cindy pulls them over to an oversized bush to hide behind.
From their spot, they see Caesar hug some girl. The girl was medium height, and about half of her braided hair was pinned on top of her head in a makeshift donut and decorated with an assortment of golden beads and clips. She's wearing a varsity jacket on top of a red lace bralette and a black high waisted skirt.
Even her matching heels accentuated her toned brown legs as she stands up on her tip-toes to hug the deadheaded boy. 'She's cute,' and that thought alone irritated Cindy. It didn't upset her because the girl was gorgeous, no it upset her that this was the girl Caesar blew her off for.
"Why are we hidin' from Caesar?"
"Because it's fun, I didn't even know he was seeing somebody."
Not picking up on her tone Riley adds in, "Yeah, Caesar be mackin' all the honeys. They don't be my type, but-"
"Type?"
"Yeah, the girls he be talkin' to are the philosophical type, deep, but not really deep. I'on know, they be listenin' Erykah Badu and Common all day, and they don't give a fuck about the new jordans comin' out, 2k, none of that shit."
"Oh," Is all Cindy says. "Who doesn't care about 2k?" She continues, trying to process her feelings as she watches the black honda disappear down the street.
"That's what I'm sayin' ball is life. Not fo' real, but you know what I'm sayin'."
Caesar disappears a moment later, and a heavy stone drops in Cindy's gut as she processes what she just saw. The dude didn't even have the guts to text her back.
Swallowing back her disappointment and rubbing the soreness from her eyes, Cindy moves from their position behind the bush. Without skipping a beat, she speaks as they continue to walk past Caeser's house, "You know Hiro got a lil boo thang?"
As he sits at a red light, Huey's phone chimes with a new text. Quickly reading the message, he replies with a simple, "Not tonight."
Miranda
'Why not?'
Before he can reply with something that's most likely another bullshit excuse, he receives another text.
Miranda
'Like, I really like you and really want to see you tonight.'
Miranda
'My parents not home.'
Huey reads her last message and mentally scoffs at her baiting mechanism. If there's one thing, Huey disliked it was a thirsty ass female. How do you like him and you don't even know him? He can't imagine they learned so much within the time they spent fucking.
All some of these girls want is to be seen or have sex with him, and that's whatever, but he just ain't that desperate nor in the mood for none of that shit tonight.
However, he sits his phone down in the cup holder and continues to drive, the brisk air from the outside seeping in through his windows as he thinks about earlier when he first talked to Miranda.
He did want to see her; he needed a distraction and what better than to see her. She was interested, so why not? So it was an asshole move to flake on her, but plans change, and Huey would be lying if he said he felt remorse for it. Plus, her parents ain't never home.
Turning right Huey coasts down the street before smoothly pulling up next to the curb outside a familiar dutch colonial house. After placing his car in park, he turns down his music and makes a call.
"Hey, I'm outside."
The call ends, and a few moments later Melanie exits her front door dressed in a black cropped turtle neck, dark washed flared jeans, and black socks.
"Hey, ghost."
"Ghost?"
"Yeah, ghost, since you've been practically ghosting me this week. No text, no call."
"I've just been-"
"Busy," Melanie finishes even though she knows its not just work he's been so consumed with lately. "I got that, don't trip."
"No, it's not alright. I shouldn't be avoiding you," Huey says more to himself than to Melanie.
"Oh, so you were avoiding me."
"No, that's not what I meant. I should make more time for you."
"Okay, well at least you said it." Huey can't help but notice how Melanie's always been good at helping Huey forget about his problems.
She's always been a good listener whenever he felt himself going insane by all the antics in Woodcrest and the politics of life. It feels good to have her actually here. Before she moved here, he hadn't seen her since-
"So, Jazmine's got a boyfriend now?"
"What?"
"Yeah, I mean she is always glued to her phone," Melanie says with an amused smile. "And she's always smiling and so happy now."
"Jazmine's always smiling that's her permanent disposition."
"No, it's like when I first got here she seemed kind of sad or like something was on her mind, but now she seems good. Like the Jazmine, you guys were telling me about. Is that strange to say after knowing her for one month? Melanie stops her short rant and looks over at Huey who looks to be somewhere far from where the two sit. "Huey?"
"Yeah? I was just thinking…" He doesn't expand on his thoughts and Melanie chuckles.
"Thinking really hard. I was just kidding about the boyfriend thing. I don't actually know if she's seeing someone. I know you guys are best friends. So, I know how that may come off-"
"It's fine," Huey replies shortly. "Does it bother you," He asks Melanie after a moment.
"What does?"
"Me and Jazmine being so close."
"I don't know." Melanie is sufficient with that answer, but something prompts her to expand more on her feelings. It's Huey, she doesn't have to hide from him, and she doesn't want to. "It's just different."
"You wish it was just us." 'Yes,' Melanie thinks but doesn't say so. She has to play her cards right on this one. As much as she wishes she can have his undivided and uninterrupted attention she can't just outright say that.
"I wish I could be closer to you," she settles with, and the air between them is tense as she looks in her childhood friend's deep mahogany eyes.
"How close?" The air is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and the mire Huey stares at Melanie the more she feels her panties dampen, the more she feels her heart rising in her chest at the thought of his lips touching her lips, her neck-
"Why are you asking me this? What do you want me to say," Melanie finally says, her tone rising along with her frustration. She's feeling cornered, and she doesn't like it. "You want me to say that I wish it could just be us? That I wish we didn't go periods without speaking because you're busy doing whoever or whatever?"
"No, I just want-" Huey starts, but Melanie cuts him short as she carries on.
"What do you want? You can't just ask me shit like that Huey because I-"
"Because you what?" Huey asks his tone hard as the tension between them rises.
"Because...Because I just might say yes."
Without hesitation, they close the space between them in a heated rush. Melanie's heart feels as though it could beat right out of her chest as they kiss, and Huey pulls away her want for him is renewed. All of her suppressed thoughts and feelings have suddenly been unearthed, and it all feels like too much.
"Are you okay?" Melanie asks, trying to catch her breath.
Huey just shakes his head as if dismissing a thought before diving back in and connecting their lips once more.
A moment later, Melanie finds herself climbing on top of Huey's lap and once seated; she feels herself becoming even more wrapped up in him. She has to have him. Now. Her fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans as Huey litters more kisses on her lips and she can't contain the moans filtering out of her lips.
They pull back for air in which Melanie litters kisses down Huey's neck and back up to his chin. At the feel of Melanie grinding down on his lap, Huey wants nothing more than to remove the items of clothing between them and whispers o in Melanie's ear.
"Do it. I want to feel you." Huey pops the button on Melanie's jeans, and she lets out a muffled moan as she bites her lips at the feel of his fingers on her. His fingers move in an amazing, torturous pace and its all too much, but not enough at all. As Melanie kisses down his jaw, Huey spots his phone lighting up. It stops before he can see the name then lights up again a moment later. Jazmine.
It was really late, and Jazmine was still all alone in the Freeman's house with an empty pizza box. Still, she would rather be here than her empty house that looked dark and gloomy across the street. With a sigh, she checks her phone once again hoping to see if Huey called her. Still zero missed calls. She even tried to call Cindy again, but the blonde didn't answer, Jazmine figured the blonde forgot her phone at home again.
Jazmine mostly stayed in Huey's room doing nothing but watching reruns of Hey Arnold and Rugrats. Just as she feels herself drifting off, she hears a door close. Standing up she quickly gets rid of any pizza eating evidence and turns off the light as sits at the foot of the bed and waits for the bedroom door to open in hopes that it would be Huey.
Sure enough, the door opens, and Huey's tall figure enters and Jazmine approaches him and instantly envelope him in her arms, her heart hammering in her chest.
"You waited?" Huey asks, and Jazmine nods and rubs her face on his chest.
"Why wouldn't I?" Huey lifts her chin and meets her jade green irises.
"Why would I leave, silly?" Once she lets go, she shuffles back over to the bed to grab her shoes and phone.
"Stay," Huey says, grabbing her arm. His grip loosens, and Jazmine places her shoes back under the bed and her phone on the nightstand.
"I don't have anything to change into."
Huey pulls out one of his black shirts and a pair of basketball shorts from his drawer and hands it to her.
Jazmine doesn't have to say anything before Huey's disappearing out of the door to allow her to change. She quickly slides on the clothes and Huey returns minutes later dressed in a similar black t-shirt and black joggers.
The strawberry blonde feels her best friend slide in the bed next to her, and her breath catches in her throat at the feel of him settling in behind her. She closes her eyes and relaxes as she feels his arm snake around her waist.
He moves in closer until she can feel him pressed up against her back, and a content sigh leaves her lips. As she allows her self to finally drift off, she thinks about how close they are and how her body always seems to gravitate towards him and vice versa.
Even though she would never admit it in moments like these, she imagined being his and him being just hers.
Once again let me know what you all think about this chapter and the story so far! This chapter was crazy...but it's about to get even crazier real soon.
All love,
T.