It's a tranquil king of setting, with warm sunshine gleaming into the room and a sweet scent of satisfaction lingering in the air.

Jazmine moans softly to the sound of birds chirping just outside of the window. They're quite loud and chirpy, too, which is weird since birds don't usually show up outside her house.

"Hm…"

With her eyes still adjusting to her surroundings, Jazmine attempts to reconstruct the events of the previous night, but her mind is just as hazy as her vision. The details are fuzzy, none of them concrete, flowing through her mind in a bewildering blur.

In fact, the only thing she is sure of is how comfortable her plush would be right now. It's Mrs. Wellington, and she still secretly goes to bed with her every night even though she is well into High School. But she doesn't care. Mrs. Wellington is cute, smells nice, and is soft as hell.

"Actually…"

Jazmine pauses without warning. Mrs. Wellington is not here. In fact, after flailing her arms for a good few seconds, she realizes that none of her stuffed toys are here, and she's left with a blanket over her chest and two pillows instead.


crash course

by alex

a/n: hi all! i recently discovered the boondocks and now i can't get my mind off these two and their little dynamic. i, uhh, have no decent explanation for whatever i wrote down there so, uhh, apologies. *blushes*


"Wait…"

Her eyes snap open in a fit of shock and realization, and all she sees is a sight that is definitely not that of her room. The walls are cream-colored and the picture frames are brown with pictures of Riley and-"

It sinks in.

Jazmine almost falls out of bed.

Fully conscious, she quivers with a horrified gasp as she reaches in the covers, finding that her chest and stomach are bare. But well, her underwear's still on, albeit considerably… stretched.

She blushes.

Before she screams out at the top of her lungs, she considers taking a deep breath first, and once again attempts to recollect yesterday's details.

"Did we really…?"

Pause.

"Oh right, we did."

"Stupid party…"

Jazmine takes another deep breath, and then another, and then one more because she is convinced that he definitely hit that damn hard, because she knows there's no damn way her head can get more hammered than this. While doing this, her eyes scan the room and she discovers that it's in better condition, at least.

The rest of her clothes and her bra are neatly folded on top of one of the dresser drawers. Letting out a sigh of relief, she sits up and rubs her ailing head, now facing the bedside clock.

One thirty-seven. Fuck. She never wakes up past noon.

She falls back into bed, taking note of the definite ache in her back and shoulder muscles.

And there, an indecent wonder begins to fill her thoughts, of just how long they were at it, she can't help but question. One night and her body feels like it's beaten sore.

Shivering again, she dashes the though aside. It's done and over with now, there's nothing to do but look ahead and possibly recover from this stunning predicament.

"Gotta get dressed… and maybe take a shower too."

Yawning, Jazmine places a foot on the floor and initially retracts it because of how cold it is. She adjusts to it, though, and wrapped in the bed covers she soon stands up, ready to start the day on a more-than-awkward note.

"Eep!"

One single step and her legs unexpectedly give way, suddenly faced with an unbearable soreness. She ends up on her butt in a mess of covers, frowning at her inability to function and her throbbing behind.

"I told you not to walk after getting up."

Huey. Jazmine narrows her eyes at the sight of his half-naked muscled glory, with a coffee mug in one hand and a towel over his shoulder.

He throws her one of his shirts.

"Put that on and get dressed. I have football practice at three," he says, then walks over to take a seat by his computer.

Huey is not quick enough to dodge the blanket thrown at him moments afterward.