Still your best, me…

Huey had managed to push Jazmine out of his mind and treat her like a thing of the past. He was always a rational person, putting logic and reason over emotion. Nothing was permanent. People grew apart naturally. Memories and feelings were just a small blip in the timeline of someone's life. That's what he told himself… anyways. He had always managed to be unbelievably pessimistic. So even though he had tried to push Jazmine out of his head she still managed to plague his life with no effort on her end.

Maybe he was too high and was overthinking everything. He would have to pass the next few hits in the rotation. Everyone else was too busy talking and joking around to notice Huey's sudden silence. It was his fault that he put himself in such a sour mood, his fault that he sat there on his phone and scrolled through Jazmine's Instagram page… and then her Twitter.

A tweet of her holding someone's hand. He knew it was her hand because there was the small beauty mark in the middle of her thumb that he used to purposely kiss. Not only did it kill him that she was holding some niggas hand, but he didn't even know who it was.

His mind wandered to the night that they officially broke up.

"Don't you love me?" Jazmine questioned softly, tears streaming down her face.

Huey was unsure of what to do… what to say. Of course he loved her. He wouldn't have spent the last three years with her if he didn't. It was a silly question. "What kinda question is that?" Huey tried to take the annoyance out of his voice but it didn't go undetected by Jazmine.

Jazmine laughed to herself and shook her head. "What kinda question is that… who the fuck knows? You know— You know what Huey… I have spent so long trying to break through barriers with you ever since we were kids! I love you… I love you with every fiber of being in my fucking body. I'd be surprised if you could ever love anybody genuinely."

"Fuck you Jazmine, if I'm not good enough for you then leave. Go find some other nigga who you can force to love the way you want him to love you!" Huey spat. The words were out before he could know. Jazmine let out a choked sob as she gathered up her belongings and left.

It took him almost two months to feel hurt by those words. He spent another month mulling over those words constantly, mulling over the how and the why. Jazmine hadn't said anything to him in that time frame. He was too prideful to apologize, too scared of what could've happened next that he let it slip through his fingers.

But still, almost two years later he would still think about her randomly.

"So wasgood? We drinking tonight?" Riley cackled loudly.

Huey sat up from his position on the couch, "Nah… I gotta work in the morning. Not about to get fucked up tonight."

Hiro groaned with Riley, saying that they needed to chill and let loose. Caesar agreed with Huey, though for a different reason. Caesar had a girl back at home who would probably fuss at him if he came back drunk as hell.

It took twenty minutes of back and forth, but eventually everyone left Huey's small apartment. It only took five minutes before he was back on Instagram, looking at Jazmine's page. Her last picture was posted just a few days ago, cosplaying as Hibana from Fire Force for Halloween and damn did she look good.

They hadn't spoken since that night. The small bit of communication between them after their breakup was through Riley and Cindy and then it was radio silence. He had to wonder, did she have his number blocked? Would she answer if he called her or ignore it?

His thumb moved on its own accord, sifting through his contacts and tapping on her contact information with his thumb hovering over the call button.

One quick tap and then it was ringing. He couldn't even bother to put it up to his ear, thinking it'd go straight to voicemail.

"Hello?" Was all she said, clearly confused. "Huey?"

His heart had stopped in his chest for a moment. He hadn't heard her voice in so long. Where were the words?

"Did you call by mistake?" Jazmine sounded like she was getting farther away, like she was going to hang up.

"No, no I didn't. I didn't think you'd pick up." Huey shouted, putting the phone up to his ear. "How have you been?"

Some shuffling in the background, a few moments of silence. "Good, you?"

Impulsivity wasn't Hueys thing but the words came out of his mouth before he could even think about them, "so, you gotta a nigga now?"

Jazmine sucked her teeth, "it's been two years since we broke up. Not seeing the issue. Not seeing why you're checking up on me either? Like it's your business?"

"I'll take that as a yes…" Huey mumbled. He knew this could end in an argument but he didn't even care anymore. So many things that he wanted to say to her, but it felt like the time was fleeting.

"Take it how you want then. Do you need something from me? Because if not then I'm gonna have to go." Jazmine sounded so terse, he could picture her pinching her forehead and clenching back words.

"Just thought of you randomly, wanted to see how you been doing. We haven't talked in so long since… you know…" Huey trailed off quietly.

"Funny how you still act so nonchalant about it, years later. As if it wasn't — you know it doesn't matter." Jazmine cut herself off quickly.

Huey pondered a few things, "You really fucking with someone? Or no?"

Why did he care so much? Why was he asking? He couldn't even focus on anything else important because of it.

"What the hell, Huey? No, no I'm not fucking with anyone. The fuck." Jazmine snapped. The words filled Huey with immediate relief.

"Can I come see you?" Huey glanced over at the clock. It wasn't too late. He wasn't crossing any boundaries, either if she really wasn't with someone.

"What's wrong with you? Are you drunk? High?" Jazmine asked and he could hear the hurt in her voice.

"Nah, it's not even like that. I need to come see you." It was the truth. He wanted to see her, needed to see her in person. So many emotions he had shoved to the side and ignored were bubbling to the front.

"...okay. I'll text you my address." Jazmine said softly before promptly hanging up.

Two seconds later his phone buzzed with her address. In less than five minutes, he was in a clean white shirt and pair of joggers and running out of his apartment and to his car.

Twenty minutes later

Huey took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He had to be a little bit amazed at how nice this apartment complex was. Way better than his ring dingy apartment. Then again, Jazmine had always been better off than he had been financially.

Jazmine opened it, a slight smile on her face though he knew she was equally as nervous. She invited him in, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I made it here in one piece, didn't I?" Huey said as he looked her over. She was still her, but clearly so much more different. More mature. She looked unbelievably good even though she was clearly bumming it out. Hair braided back in cornrows, sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

They moved away from the door and Jazmine wrinkled her nose as Huey walked past her, "Yeah but you stink." She hated the smell of weed.

Huey shrugged, "Still perfectly okay. Thanks for letting me come by."

Jazmine went to sit on her couch, "You made it seem so important. So what is it? And you better not sit and think you were gonna come and get something out of me."

Part of Huey wanted to hug her as tight as he possibly could, take in her smell and relish in the feeling of her body pressed against his. "C'mon J, don't do me like that. You know I would never. I really do just miss you."

She sighed and rubbed her face, the nonchalant look already becoming too hard to keep up with after two minutes of being in Huey's presence. There were a lot of unspoken words, a lot of unsures between them. The end of their relationship had no type of closure and even though they'd both been in relationships since then, those feelings lingered underneath the surface. "Why? It's been two years so… why now? Why not as I was walking away from you? Or anytime after that?"

"I was scared," Huey stated simply. "I didn't know any better. You were my first real girlfriend and I didn't know what to say or how to handle that shit."

"You know, I spent so much time thinking you didn't love me." Jazmine sighed, the tears welling up slightly. She understood better now that she was older and had more relationship experience. Huey had shown love in his own way. But that night after she left, he had never said another word to her and it had made her feel like she was right all along.

"I still love you," the words were out his mouth before he could stop himself. He watched as Jazmine's expression morphed.

"How dare you? What's the endgame for you? What do you get out of calling me, coming over and telling me that you love me after you haven't spoken to me in years?!" Jazmine shouted, the tears finally falling down her cheeks.

"There is no endgame. I love you. Shit, I probably always have. Girl after girl… no one has ever competed with you. I just hope you feel the same. If you could tell me for real that you have ever had a connection with another nigga the way that we did, I'll leave you alone. Tell me."

Jazmine started to speak but stopped short. Sure… she had loved a few guys. Had bomb sex with a few guys. Was stimulated mentally with a few guys… but no one ever hit everything the way Huey did. She would tell herself she just needed to stop comparing everyone to how Huey made her feel and it would go away, but it never did.

"That's what I thought."

a/n: I've been writing in my lil free time of working 50 hr weeks & now I'm just posting all of the ones I adored. Idk if there will be chapters or anything!