Boondocks ~ Teens

15) Our First Kiss

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Huey's Pov.

I walk Jazmine home. We stop on the porch and I smile at him. "See you tomorrow, Huey," she says.

"Bye," I expect her to turn and enter the house, but instead she stays where she stands and we stare at each other.

"Um, I don't know if you forgot but this is you're house," I tell her.

She smiles weakly. "Huey..." she says softly.

"What?"

"....you didn't answer me," she says.

"Answer you about what?"

She frowns. "Huey-"

I sigh heavily, interrupting her. "You know what? Fine." Her eyes widen and my raise of voice. "You want to know the truth? I like you. Satisfied?"

And that is the truth. I wish it wasn't, but it happened.

She stays silent and looks at me. "That's the truth, I like you, are you satisfied? Will you finally get off my case? 'Cause I-"

She kisses me. I stay stiff with my arms stuck on my sides. Jazmine pulls away and we stare at each other again. She smiles and I return a regular scowl.

"How was that?" she asks.

"It was..."

"Nice?"

"...I guess...it was..."

"So can I do it again?" she asks.

"Don't raise you're hopes--" she kisses me again. This time I realise what's happening and gently push her away.

She giggles. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself..." she giggles again. "Sometimes you never stop talking."

I glare at her. "Mmhm."

She makes a sad smile. "Good night, Huey."

She says that like its our last night together. "Night, Jazmine."

She walks into the house. I stand on the porch and stare at the spot where she stood. Huh. Why do I feel so...guilty. So...sad. I didn't do anything wrong, did I?

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I walk back into the house and find Granddad on the couch browsing through channels. He glances at me. "Where you been boy?"

"I was accompanying Jazmine," I tell him.

"Ooh, cutie pie?" He asks. I nod. He glares at me and looks back at the tv. "Imma whoop yo ass if you get dat cutie pie pregnant, boy."

"Whoa. Slow down Granddad," I say. "We weren't even doin anything."

He glares at me. "Don't lie boy! I saw ya'll there on da porch..."

I arch an eyebrow. "Stalk much?"

Riley walks out of the kitchen holding Granddad's orange juice. "We both saw ya'll, nigga. Mane you just kissed her, ya'll wasn't even makin out! If I were you I would've hit dat ass at dat moment!" He sits down next to Granddad. "Gay ass nigga."

"Boy wut I say 'bout cussin in mah house? And you drinkin' mah orange juice! From da box!" Granddad snatches the carton. "Nigga is you crazy?!"

"But Granddad--"

"Don't talk back at me boy! Imma whoop yo ass!"

"Granddad!"

"Hush up boy!"

I sigh as I walk upstairs to my room. I really need to recap on everything that's happened today. I open the door to my room, everythings the same, the only thing different is the bed witch has a note on it.

I glare at it and look around the room. Everything else seems normal. On guard, I walk to the bed and pick up the note written in curvy handwriting.

Dear Huey Freeman

We've watched you for a long time. We know that you're an adept martial artist. We are also aware of your skills in hand to hand combat, katana, nunchaku and bo staff. We admire this greatly and believe you will be a great addition to the A.C.L.O.J

You just need to be recruited.

Please meet with one of our people behind Woodcrest High after hours.

Sincerely yours,

A.C.L.O.J

P.S Come alone, bring anyone and you die

"....." I glare at the note.

The fuck is the A.C.L.O.J?

"Granddad!" I yell.

"Wut boy?!" He yells back.

"Did anyone come in my room?!"

"Boy dis house been empty all day! The hell you mean anyone been in yo room?!"

Hm. The house has been empty all day huh?

Intriguing...

???? Pov.

I watch Freeman and chuckle to myself. He has no clue, does he? The look of confusion explores his face and I chuckle again. My job here is done.

I quietly do a backflip off the tree and land on the ground perfectly. I brush a leaf of my shoulder and jog away from the house, blending with the nature and disappearing into the night.

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