It's another one of those nights when Huey has absolutely nothing to do. School hasn't been kicking his ass, Michael Ceasar is not dragging him into another stupid university party, and he's stuck at home with his thoughts and his roommate.

His extremely infuriating roommate who is clad in nothing but underwear and one of his old shirts, eating Cheerios and watching How I Met Your Mother on their dinky apartment television. She might as well be naked anyway, with the way his oversized shirt hangs loosely on her frame like that, but Jazmine has long then been too comfortable around him. Much too comfortable.

She's eating cereal again. In her astigmatism correction glasses. It's cute, really, in ways Huey's four-point-oh grade point average brain can't bother to realize as of the moment. He also realizes that he's staring, and it's degrading, but fuck it.

His roommate is drop-dead gorgeous. Instagram famous, their school's reigning homecoming queen, worshipped by an endless string of privileged white boys she for some reason rejects for him. He'll never understand why, and he chuckles a little to himself; maybe he's not like other boys. But he still notes how he's somehow getting in bed piping the shit out of someone who should be on the cover of Vogue twice a week, and considerably disgresses.

So, as Huey stares at her endless long legs, her soft caramel skin, her green, green, eyes under those giant glasses, and her clouds of golden-blonde hair in a messy bun dressed like an absolute bum, he unanimously decides that he has never seen something more beautiful. She's so beautiful that he can't even think of being turned on right now, which apparently is possible.

And that's more than just a scary thought.

"Jazmine."

She doesn't respond, invested in the show.

He sighs and speaks with more conviction. "Jazmine."

"Hmm?" She responds, her voice like honey sugar. God damn it, this girl will be the death of him.

He sighs. "Are you stupid?"

Her eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"I asked, are you stupid."

She faces him now, appalled. "No? Why do you ask, Huey?"

"'Cause you've got to be."

Agitated, she pauses the show. "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not. Why do you like me?"

She crunches on a Cheerio. "Huh?"

"I'm serious. Why do you like me? It's just that you're…"

He stares at her again and sighs, immediately regretting it. "You're insanely hot, you're gorgeous—"

She giggles at that. "Thanks."

"And I treat you like shit a lot of the time. Actually, all the time when we were kids. And you liked me, and still like me for some damned reason. I'm not sweet like you. And I probably don't deserve you. It just doesn't add up."

Huey expects her to burst into laughter at his awkward confession. She was always more socially adept between, anyway, and sometimes he can tell when he's being out of linear socially dumb, Like now.

Instead, Jazmine smiles a sweet, gorgeous smile and sets down her bowl of cereal. Huey's heart swells. She scoots closer to him and puts a warm, comforting hand on his cheek.

"Oh, Huey. Of course, you deserve me."

He falls silent. She would keep explaining.

"First of all, you are sweet. To me, at least. You make me feel really pretty and loved. And I know that you care a lot for people, deep down."

"Right."

"You do! You're a good brother to Riley too, you know. Guess you aren't as hard as you think you are, huh?"

Huey rolls his eyes. She giggles.

"And you're smart. You're really, really smart. And it's unfair cause whenever some guy talks to me or tries to ask me out, I always just end up comparing them to you, and I don't think I could fall for the sweet ones even if I tried."

Then she straddles him, looks him over, and buries her fingers in his hair. It's her signature move — something he noticed she'd do when trying to get chummy with him. Damn it if he didn't like it though.

"Not to mention, you're really cute too."

Huey smirks, rolls his eyes. "Damn, Jazmine. You really know how to stroke a man's ego."

She giggles into his hair. "That's why you like me."

He kisses her then, and she smiles into his lips, wrapping her arms around him in tender laughs. Huey wonders briefly how they always manage to end up like this — with her on top of him and his lips on hers — but it's not like he's complaining.

"Ya process it now, Freeman?" she asks, breathing heavily, her face disheveled.

Huey smirks. "I don't think so, you're gonna have to have me convinced."

She ends up doing just that.


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a/n: hey guys! so uhh *blushes* i hope you enjoyed that HAHAHA huey def straight panicked once when he realized how actually gorgeous jazmine is and u can't tell me otherwise

to taydo-the-potato: OH MY GOD, YOU'RE HERE AND YOU REVIEWED! i'm absolutely your biggest fan and love your fics xd i'm so honored! i'm looking forward to your updates 33