A/N: Update time :D It's summer time peeps :D Well, not for me, since I still got 3 days of school left and final exams -.- But whateves (flips hair in Iggy fashion). This fic needed some catch up, so yeah, here's an update, lol.
And I saw the latest episodes of Boondocks, and I have a confession, I'm a bit upset. At first, I was okay with it, but then I realized something. How come season 4's focused on Granddad? It's always him, but not Huey and Riley :( I wanna see what my little Freeman Bros are up to :o! Ahem, sorry for my fan-girl rant. I just needed to get that out lol. Anyway, PM me, I wanna bond with y'all :D I don't bite :P
Shout-outs are below :)
Warning : …My lips are sealed :D But my bad for the typos.
Disclaimer: Sigh. You all already know.
Opposites Attract
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Chapter 6: Soulless…
She willed her eyes open and attempted to sit up, but only to fatly fall back with a humph. There was a dark figure sleeping on her at this moment. Her eyesight was still blurry from sleep and the bright sunlight from the blinds didn't help. Her eyes searched the room. She didn't know where she was. The thought brought cold shivers to her spine. Her free arm hung loose, her fingertips almost touching the cold floor.
Her other arm was under the figure who was still lying on her, and he wouldn`t be getting up anytime soon. His loud, sleepy snores indicated so. The troubled female rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, with the help of the hand of her free arm. Blurriness disappeared and there came vividness. With that, she searched the room again and held back a shrill scream from escaping her chapped lips. Briefly, she licked them, bringing them little moisture.
Images of yesterday's events poured in her mind, and may she say, she wished they were permanently deleted from her brain. She hated herself even more for doing this. She had already been used to this routine – always waking up in unknown rooms with different customers – but this was going out of line.
She pushed herself to sit up with her heavy customer still sleeping on her figure. The action only proved to bring more complications. The aforementioned customer immediately shot up, wide awake. He wasn't wearing his glasses, so up-close; the female could decipher his anger to her attempt of escape. Her free hand tried to pry him off her. In a swift of motion, he clutched both of her hands and pinned them over her head.
"C-Merph," he spat, unashamed of putting more force on a woman. "Wacchu' tryin' to pull?"
Cindy McPhearson swallowed her bile down her throat and kept a leveled look. McPhearsons were tough and didn't succumb to such coward levels, but then again, they weren't stupid, especially when their lives were on the line. Her job was to shut up and look well behaved for the customers, who'd be fucking and beating the shit out of her. She narrowed her eyebrows in defeat. She had no choice after all. "Nothin'…Daddy," she forced out, internally crushed.
God, she wanted to shoot herself right then and there. The way the word rolled out of her tongue disgusted her to death. Ugh. No detergent could cleanse her tongue from such filth. No matter how many times, she had said it, she was never going to get used to it.
On the other hand, Dewey was more than pleased by the word. It described how much power he held over her – her body…her soul. Cindy was his permanent sex slave. He grinned corruptively, held his free hand up in the air and smacked her hard across the face. Cindy hissed in pain by the impact, the burning sensation stinging her cheek. Soothing it away was impossible, with her hands both imprisoned by this monster's grasp.
"That's what I thought, bitch," he spat on her face, treating her like she was a worthless, stray dog. No. A dog was treated better than this. He wickedly leered. "You wouldn't want me to cut off the deal and do somethin' bad to yo little best-friend."
Cindy oxidated and bit back the rest of the dignity that was left in her. "No, please. Don't hurt her. She had nothing to do with this business. She was just here in the wrong at the wrong time." Her speed talking was rudely interrupted.
Slap.
Very rudely interrupted.
Cindy scrunched her façade, her cheek once again receiving another slap, and she bit back the tears. Dewey deemed the silence okay, minus his bitch's sniffs. Just the way he liked. "First o' all, don't be tellin' me what to do. I'm da pimp here, not you," he commanded, throwing a pointy finger at her. "And second o' all, yo friend should consider herself lucky to have ya as her guardian angel," he mocked.
Cindy bit her lower lip, trying so hard to not show her moment of weakness, that'd only be satisfying him and stroking his abusive ego. So far, her eyes were glossy, but they managed to imprison her tears. "…Of course, she like a sista ta me," she uttered throatily. The urge to cry was getting to her throat.
Dewey ticked his tongue, "C-Merph, C-Merph, C-Merph. Don't you know the first rule of survival?" He held her chin and forced her to face him, her frightened eyes daring themselves to bore through his cold coals. "Don't ever sacrifice your soul for someone else. Think only about yourself. I'm sorry ta say this, but yo humanity's gonna get you killed one day."
Funny. McHater said the exact same thing to Jazz about her innocence. Cindy groaned, feeling sore. His weight was injuring her. Parts of her body were numb, asleep as you could say. Her pimp climbed himself off her and crawled out of bed, then stretched his muscular, tattooed arms out. "Get 'cho ass dressed. As ma new hoe, you have a long day ahead of ya," he yawned. Cindy widened her eyes in horror.
School. That's right. She needed to get to school soon. Jazmine was going to ask her questions, and surely, worry. She, along the innocent lamb, needed to sing in front of class for not doing her previous English assignment. Shit. Ditching was not an option, not for this time, at least.
"D-Dewey," she hesitated, "I can' stay. I got school."
He scoffed then laughed, obviously not taking seriously her words, but he abruptly stopped as he noticed her serious, grim demeanor. "Oh. You was serious? Ha. You ma hoe now. You can't be goin' to sum school. You's gonna get dolled up and meet new customers, and bring cash ta me."
"But," Cindy began to stammer, but Dewey was fast enough to grab his Cobalt handgun from his drawer, and whipped it across her face, making her ungracefully fall on her back. She groggily lifted her eyelids up and spotted bright spots in the air as the world seemed to turn in circles. Shit. Her head was playing tricks on her. Damn, the nigga can hit. She couldn't think through as Dewey crawled on top of her and pinned her against the floor, with a force that no woman could outrival.
She struggled, oh yeah; she did, to get out of there. She kicked, let out shrill screams and crawled away across the floor and her nails pierced through the hardwood floor for support, but Dewey clutched on her leg and pulled her back to him, her nails scratching along the hardwood. "You wanna do it da hard way, huh?" he forced her to the floor, making sure she'd be unable to struggle herself free. He forced her panties down. "I'll show you the hard way," he snarled, unbuckling his pants.
Cindy gulped.
Shit.
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DreadzIsMyThang: Jazz, how come you went all MIA on me yesterday night? You promised you'd text me :(
JazzyFresh: Sorry, I had to go somewhere. It was important :/
DreadzIsMyThang: Ah, k. I was worried for nothing then. I thought something bad happened to you or something…:o!
Innocently, Jazmine bit her lower lip, feeling a sting of guilt poking her insides. This was her first time lying to Caesar, but what else was she supposed to say to him – oh, nothing too bad happened, except there was a battle between two gangs and I illegally drove through the streets with an ex-gangster? No! That'd be giving the poor guy a heart attack. He was already worried as it is. In a matter of seconds, with her pink Samsung cellphone, the guilty innocent lamb skillfully texted back to her long-distance friend.
JazzyFresh: Sorry for making you worried :(
DreadzIsMyThang: Nah, it's okay :D! Did your night go well?
Jazmine smiled before the screen of her cellphone, the wheels of her memory rolling like crazy. Amazing just wasn't the right word to describe how incredible the night was – sitting by Huey while furiously driving through the streets. She even talked with him in a 'not-so-awkwardly' way. She could vividly remember everything, as though it happened just yesterday. Wait. It actually did.
Flashback – 7 hours ago…
"Yahooo," she screamed in exhilaration.
Huey drifted the car into another street, in time to avoid an unnecessary collision with a lamppost. He loved the thrill of dangerously driving. It lifted the stress and anger off his shoulders. He turned to Jazmine. It seemed to be doing the same thing to her, though he subconsciously wondered what kind of stress she lived in her sheltered life. Jazmine yelled at the top of her lungs, loving the thrill.
"Together, we're the wind Huey," she uttered out loud, her cheeks blushing from the cold wind. Huey rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but be impressed. He honestly didn't think she'd be strong to take the speed. She wasn't the very first girl who rode with him, but she was the very first to love the speed.
I guess Mariah Carey does have a wild side, Huey thought, still impressed. "For a pipsqueak, you're not that bad, Mariah Carey."
Then, the corner of his lips both quirked into a tiny smirk…one that had blown Jazmine's mind.
End of Flashback…
Her hands still clasped together, Jazmine dreamingly sighed, the smirk of Huey permanently engraved in her brain. Oh, she was so not over him, not after what happened last night. "Huey…" she cooed then giggled, her hand covering her mouth. Footsteps were heard from behind, and she recognized them. The way they'd softly step on the floor. Dad, the innocent lamb inwardly squeaked and scrambled to put her phone in her skirt pocket.
"Honey, who's Huey?"
A squeak tried to climb its way out of her throat, but she was fast enough to gulp it back down. "Euh…just some guy from a Pokemon fanfiction," she lied – wait, she lied? Her eyes widened in realization. She had never lied before. Did that mean she was finally on her way to being a rebel?
Her father nodded and then hurriedly proceeded to the kitchen counter where his fresh mug of coffee awaited. "Ah, okay, sweetie. I still don't get what you like about that cartoon. The art is good but the plot is preposterous."
Jazmine slid her phone back in her skirt pocket, sneakily of course, and turned to her father with a smile. She could still remember that time she and her father did a Pokemon marathon for a week. "Come on! It's just Ash Ketchum traveling around to collect all the gym badges. It isn't that hard to comprehend." Tom sipped coffee, all the while shaking a finger, in objection to his daughter's explanation.
"There's about more than 11 seasons, am I right?" Jazmine confirmed with a nod. "So…why is Ash still 11?"
Jazmine was all geared up to give her father a throughout explanation but she let her mouth form an o, she, a Pokemon expert, unable to answer. That was actually a very good question, now that she thought about it. Shouldn't Ash be, like, 22 years old, on his way to finishing college? "I…don't know, to be honest."
"See! I'm telling you Jazmine, the plot is preposterous," he checked his watch, both eyes widened in surprise. He gave a quick peck on Jazmine's cheek and grabbed his coat from his chair. "Sweetie, I gotta go now."
Jazmine frowned, "Aw, now? I thought you leave at 8:00?" She wanted to deepen their Pokemon conversation. It was getting interesting too. She watched her father rush himself to the entrance, where his suitcase sat.
"I know sweetie. But my Boss lately has been very strict with our schedule. So, I gotta respect his rules to not get the boot." Jazmine nodded in understanding.
She waved, "Okay, bye Dad!"
Tom returned the wave, before leaving of course. "Bye, sweetie!" And then he shut door, which meant he was officially out of the house and Jazmine could finally text Caesar in peace.
But…she couldn't, because it was time for her to head off to school. She had English in first period, so tardiness was out of the question, especially today, the day she must suffer through her punishment – as in sing out in the classroom balcony, where everyone could hear her. Jazmine blew a curl out of her view, inwardly asking herself to ditch class. But she couldn't. It…just wasn't her.
She got up from her chair, carefully pushing it back to the table, and skipped away to the entrance. Hm, Cin hasn't texted me since yesterday. I hope she's okay, Jazmine thought, swiftly grabbing her backpack from the coat rack. Maybe Jazmine had been acting a bit rough with Cindy last night. She was just being over-protective. Once she'd see her at school, she was going to apologize.
She nodded in finality.
Yeah…after all, she is my best-friend.
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Cindy was running down an alley of Woodcrest downtown, only wearing a towel as her temporary clothing. She had managed to escape from Dewey's wrath with the help of a swift kick in the place where the sun didn't shine and a boink on the head with his gun, which made him out as a light, temporarily of course. His unconsciousness was a short period of time, but enough for her to get out of his apartment and be in search of a lift.
She stopped by a moldy brick wall to catch her breath. She poked her head out, surveying the streets. People and more people filled the streets, casually conversing amongst themselves as they walked to their destinations. The McPhearson was safe…for the moment. She may had gotten away from him, but she was still downtown, to be more precise, in Dewey's turf.
In approximately half an hour, the gang leader's gangbangers would be looking all over the area for her. The escapee needed to get going. She looked down at the bag of bagels she had stolen from Dewey. She pulled one out of the bag and took a bite, one that a shaking, wild animal whom hadn't eaten in weeks would do. God, the damn bagel tasted like shit. But she didn't care about its stale taste. It was still edible and that was all it mattered for her stomach.
She took another bite, stomaching its stale contents, before tossing it back inside the plastic and preceding her run through the somber alley. It was funny how the alley was suddenly dark and gloomy, just like how her future would be like from now on, with the dread-head's presence.
Dewey had previously wanted to get Jazmine involved with his business with Huey, since he thought that they were attached in some mutual way, but Cindy had stopped him with a deal – a dangerous deal that consisted of her own soul and the sacrifices of her own beliefs. Her deal had also managed to get the boss of the ruthless Chicagoan gang to put his plan of capturing Huey on pause.
Everyone was happy and got what they wanted. Huey and Riley with some peace and quiet. Jazmine with her well-being and safety.
And Cindy was the one paying the heavy price for their happiness.
"Shit," she cursed under her breath as she looked up, the dark, morning sky starting to brighten up in a purple, yellow hue. Judging from its' color, it was doubtlessly 6 AM. She only had an hour to get to school. And she wasn't even properly dressed yet.
After what felt like hours, Cindy had finally reached the end of the alley and found herself standing before a heavily occupied street. It ain't like she hadn't jaywalked before. She crossed the street whilst she zigzagged and dodged zooming cars, as they honked at her. She would've done the famous finger to those who dared to impolitely honk at C-Merph, but the image of Dewey and his gang running after her crossed her mind and pushed her into augmenting her speed to an athlete's level.
Her legs were sore and her heart was begging the fast blonde to take a break, but Cindy ignored her own body and continued to run down the long sidewalk, bustling past many by-passers. She held on to her towel and pushed herself to on go the run.
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After reaching school grounds, Jazmine found herself manoeuvring in and out of the hallways that never ceased to be filled with students. First period hadn't started yet, but Cindy was nowhere to be found. The mixed gal looked for her best-friend everywhere, even in the cafeteria, where they served her favorite meal, chicken. It was still morning, but for some odd reason, the school had the tendency to cook lunch early.
Where could Cin be at? Jazmine inwardly worried, climbing a long flight of stairs. It wasn't like the blond to be late for school. Indeed, she seemed like the type to not give a heed about school, but believe it or not, she did, especially with her perfect attendance. The only place I haven't checked is the school roof.
Cin had told Jazmine to never go up the school roof, after what happened last time, but at this point, what choice did she have? She doubted the Brad Pitt dude would return to harass her there, after his rough beat-down. Besides, she even texted Cindy and she didn't send back any texts.
She took one last step up the stairs and opened wide the door, finally up the roof. She expected to find Cindy observing the view, not Huey.
"H-Huey?!"
The said boy didn't even budge from his spot. He didn't even turn to look. He was well aware of to whom that voice belonged to. After all, it was the main cause to his recent troubles. "I see the roof is your spot too, Mariah Carey." Jazmine nonchalantly skipped by Huey's side, desperately trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.
"Well, Mr. Monotone, I believe you're in my spot, and according to my 2 years of being here, I got this spot first," she teased, humming to herself.
Huey praised a side-glance, a monotonous one, of course. "And I believe our friendship hasn't lasted long enough for you to give me nicknames."
Jazmine giggled, "Oh? So we are friends after all."
Huey didn't say anything, which the strawberry deemed his silence as his way of defeat and her way of victory. They let the said silence claim the environment and enjoyed the view. Occasionally, Jazmine would steal a few glances of Huey. It was odd, for her to be by his side. She didn't feel so jittery anymore. Normally, she'd feel it when she'd speak to Huey. For once, she felt at ease talking with him.
"Huey?"
Huey's eyes still didn't budge from the view of Woodcrest. "What?"
"What do you think about the view?"
Huey sighed, "I find it highly false and hypocritical."
Jazmine blinked. That was a first. Not once in her lifetime had she heard someone insult Woodcrest's natural beauty. Her curiosity reached a certain peek. "Why's that? Don't you find it beautiful and peaceful?"
"Indeed, this environment is beautiful. But have you ever stopped to wonder why Woodcrest is so beautiful with the green trees, the clean air, the peacefulness?" Huey pulled out his lighter, along his cigarette, and lit it up. "Because it wants to keep all the citizens from the truth. Think of its beauty as a mask of some sort," he elucidated ever so coolly, taking a drag of his cig. "A mask that hides one's biggest flaw and secret."
Jazmine closed her eyes, letting the soothing wind and smoke surround her. She was aware that standing beside a smoker and inhaling its toxic scent was like second-hand smoking, but she didn't care, she was more concerned about Huey's sentence. "A mask that hides one's biggest flaw and secret," she murmured his sentence to herself, confused. She turned to Huey, "Woodcrest doesn't have any flaws or secrets, whatsoever."
Huey took another drag. "Impossible. Everyone has secrets."
Jazmine looked down on her shoes, rethinking his words. "Everyone?" she pondered. "…Even my family and friends?"
Huey chose to not say anything…then again, that wouldn't be him if he stayed quiet. "Mariah Carey, trust no one. Keep that in mind."
For a very odd reason, it was as though the quote was specially made for her. Lately, her circle of close people had been acting strange. Her father would constantly come home late, with a different scent, let alone, a feminine one. Her mother would get paler by day. And don't get her started on Cindy. She still needed to confront her about yesterday's series of events. "Ah," she lowered her head. Wait. Her eyes widened. Realization hit her hard. "Huey, how do you and Cindy know each other?"
Huey took yet another drag, but this time, he really took his time. Jazmine practically scooted closer to him, anxious for an answer. Even her eyes were on to him, not daring to blink. The way they shined with innocence almost amused him. I repeat, almost. "Let's just say…we know each other from the past."
Jazmine took a brief step back, disappointed by his answer, which didn't satisfy her curiosity at all. As a matter of fact, she was even more determined to know more of his little friendship with Cindy. She had the right to know given that Cindy was her best friend and Huey was her prince charming. Well, not really. But, she's working on the prince-charming part.
"Come on, that's it?" she stomped on the tiled roof, obviously dissatisfied. "I wanna know more!"
Huey rolled his eyes and flicked the cigarette on the floor then stepped on its bud, putting the fire out. Damn, was she always acting so childish? It wasn't her business to know. "Curiosity killed the cat," he simply quoted as he pushed himself from the aluminum rooftop fence and started his walk towards the door.
Jazmine followed him, like a little, lost puppy. "Huey, come on! What's with the quote?"
Huey stopped and casted a glance, not a special one, but a casual one, yet it succeeded to make Jazmine's heart skip a beat. His eyes were intense. The bright sunrays did no help to calm the intensity of their red-wine color. In a way, it was like he was mocking her, like yesterday, when he challenged her to speed through the streets with him. "I dunno."
Jazmine puffed her now-red cheeks, childishly. "Huey! You're doing this on purpose to tease me."
Huey shrugged. "…Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not."
Jazmine seemed flustered, but she was inwardly happy. It seemed she had somehow broke down his wall. Well, not broke down, but made a tiny dent on his wall.
It was progress on their small friendship, nonetheless.
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Cindy's house came into her view, anticipating the said girl to pick up her pace and proceed to her porch. It had taken her approximately an hour to finally reach Woodcrest, and it wasn't easy. Her legs were sore, worse than how they were this morning. One more step and they might just snap. Despite the pain, she walked to the front door of her house and rang the doorbell. She waited for someone to open the door and while doing so, she looked at her towel, which looked about ready to desiccate.
Doubt Momma would be happy about what I'm wearin', Cindy thought, then snorted. As if, the only dat old bitch ever cared of is herself.
Cindy broke out of her bubble of thoughts as the door swung open, her mother giving Cindy an impressed once-over. She gave a low whistle. "Wow. That's a first. Who was your client, because he must've been rough, making you leave like that?" she mocked, receiving a suck of teeth from her daughter.
"Shut da fuck up," Cindy shamefully mumbled, brutally pushing past her mother and entering her home, oups, she meant, house. Last time she checked, home is a term when describing a place that gives you a welcoming feeling, and the said feeling left years ago, right after her father passed away. "This all yo' fault'" she added, starting her march upstairs.
Her mother must had heard, because she laughed, once again in mock, and clapped her hands, as though she was watching an amusing spectacle. "Cindy, don't run away from the truth. I didn't make you get into prostituting. You chose to do it." Cindy whipped around and glared daggers to her mother.
Boy, she wished they were daggers, because right then and there, she wanted her mother dead. How da fuck could she say that and laugh about it? What mother would laugh to her daughter, who had to sacrifice her soul and body to pay her house? Cindy climbed back down the stairs and dangerously approached her mother and stared down at her, eye to eye.
"Don't you go dare Momma. You were da one who got me into this shit, and because of you, I can't get out of it. After Daddy died, you changed and got us both broke. If it weren't for me, you'd be living in da dumpster, and who knows, maybe even getting gangbanged by yo own customers," Cindy spat, venom dripping from her words.
Her mother stared right back, matching Cindy's glare. "Please, you had the choice to leave. You didn't have to stay with me. You could've gone back to Chicago with your grandmother."
Cindy's glare didn't waver. "Yo outta consider yo'self lucky I still love ya, despite all the horrible things you've done to me."
Maria tsked and brushed past her daughter, climbing up the stairs, then stopped to give her one more look, an uncaring one. "That's too bad, because I don't love you."
Cindy's face darkened. She may look tough at the moment, but on the inside, her heart broke at her mother's cold words. She knew her mother didn't see her as her own daughter, but as a nuisance. She hoped that if she stayed longer by her side, then maybe one day – just one day, she'd finally acknowledge her as her own. Call her crazy all you want, but that was how she felt…well, that was what her heart felt.
Her brain was arguing to her to not follow the monster's dark footsteps, and Cindy was starting to listen to it. But too bad she was late.
Maria turned her back and continued her steps toward her bedroom door. "Now, will you excuse me, I gotta get back to my client. He's been waiting in my bedroom for my service." She sensually swayed her hips and opened her bedroom door. "I'm coming Tom DuBois. I'm here and ready to give you some sugar," she announced to her client and closed the door from behind, leaving Cindy all alone in the living room, isolated in her thoughts.
First, Jazmine's mother' illness, then her deal with Dewey and now, Jazmine's father's cheating with Maria McPhearson. Great, another secret to hide from Jazmine.
It was enough to say, Cindy felt…soulless.
A/N: The chapter was short, but somewhat sweet (-snort- for all the JazHuey lovers out there lol) and bitter (Cindy :( ) Now, you have a glimpse of what Cindy's life is consisted, and guess what? It ain't nothing. It gets worse later on. And I thought it was appropriate to have Jazmine hold a conversation with Huey. Jazmine is like a student when it comes to life and Huey's in expert in it, so I want him to guide her through the ups and downs of it. I don't know if I succeeded. It's up to y'all to see.
Shout-outs
SammiSweetheart: Okay, your comment made me giggle like a freakin' maniac :') Buckingham and buns are nicknames for dick and ass :')
SpicyWifey: Ahahaha, yeah, Jazmine's growing on him :') I want their relationship to beautifully grow.
Guest 1: Of course Imma give you a shout-out :) You gave me some lovin', so Imma return it :P And yeeeeeeeees :D! I wanted their friendship to grow and beautifully blossom to love :P
Palestinian Eyes: Thanks :D And hey, I'm madly in love with your fic :D Keep up the good work :P
IceyBaby: Okidokey.
Che Black Diamond: Ahah, yeah, I like Ariel too :) She's one of my favourite Disney princesses. Hell, I just finished a painting of her :P I just adore her so damn much ^-^. And glad you like the story, I hope you'll continue to enjoy it!
Kikibear16: There's no need to wait when I've posted a new update ;P
Blazing Romance: Well here's more Huey and Jazmine time :P Hihih!
SayaKisaragi Blood : Happy you like it :D Here's more :D
Guest 2: Ahah, yeah, me too, as the creator of this fanfic, I hate Jazmine's naivety x)But, just like what I said in the Author's Note, Huey's teaching her the pros and cons of life and she's the student, soaking up all the information. And the events that'll soon occur in her life will mentally make her understand. And yeah, I want Huey and Jazmine's friendship to grow naturally :) And as for Cindy, yup, I think this chapter answered your question.
Guest 3: Hm…I agree with you and I disagree with you. I get it, it wasn't necessary for me to add the lyrics of the Barbie song, but at the same time, that's the type of thing that you should've expected. After all, Jazmine is abnormally innocent :D And how could it have already taken the seriousness of the story, when this fic has only reached 6 chapters? You're only in the beginning of a potentially 30-40 chapter story. Anyway, thanks for your honest opinion :) 'Appreciate the honesty.
Tabbykatroses: THANK YOU :D! I could seriously give you a hug right now. That's basically the type of message I want Jazmine's innocence to send to y'all :D! And yeah – sigh – my updating skills suck. Blame on life man :( It's being a bitch with me, especially with how things are right now (final exams, preparations for moving day, preparations for prom, etc.) But I did manage to update sooner than usual ;D
Now, I gotta go write up Adrenaline :D! Thanks for reading and please, don't hesitate to review, favorite and whatnot :)
Love y'all ^-^!