A Jazzed Up Life

3)Mama, leme whisper in yo ear.

Hello, I'm back again and I brought a picture of Cindy yah! Isn't she a looker. Enjoy chapter 3.

Young Ms. DuBois yawned and rubbed her eyes before they fluttered open like the wings of a butterfly flying of a flower. She groaned and looked over at the screaming alarm clock and slammed her fist onto it silencing it instantly. She stretched out her arms and groaned once again. Throwing off her covers she slipped on her slippers and slowly stalked off to wash up.

"Good morning mommy." Jazmine announced her presence as she made her way down the stairs out of her pajamas and in her regular clothes. She wore black yoga pants with a blue sleeveless top with the words PINK printed on it.

"Good Morning sweety. Did you sleep well?" Sarah DuBois, her mom asked, cooking whatever was left of the supposed breakfast. Sarah is a whit woman with blond hair, blue eyes and a beautiful figure.

"It's was good." She sat at the table and nibbled on the edible parts of the eggs and misshaped bacon. Whether the rest away and rummaged trough the fridge grabbing some yogurt and a box of strawberries. She returned to her room returned to her bed. She ate the yogurt and turned on her phone. She wanted to text her boyfriend Huey Freeman. She scrolled through her contacts and clicked on his name. BAE

Jazmine: hi Huey
Huey: Jazmine
Jazmine: what are u doing? I'm bored
Huey: reading
Jazmine:can I come over?
Huey: no matter what I tell you you are still going to do it
Jazmine: u know me so well.
Huey: I'm your boyfriend, of course I do
Jazmine: I'm coming right now. C u in a few

Jazmine slipped her phone into her back pocket and grabbed her box of strawberries. She exited her room and headed towards her door. She bumped into her dad in the process. "Hey pumpkin, where ya going?" Thomas Dubois asked steadying himself. Tom looks like the average black man, tall, short hair, brown eyes and well, black. But he has the personality of a wimpy white boy. No offense, but his wife is tougher then he is.

"To the Freeman's." She answered.

"Oh okay, have fun." He walked past her waving goodbye to his only daughter. Jazmine continued on her way to her boyfriends residence. Robert opened the door and let her in and she made her way to Huey's room. Not bothering to knock he threw the door open and spotted her boyfriend on his bed reading a book. She walked over and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Good morning Huey." She pushed the book that he was reading down onto his chest to save the page he was reading and lowered lips so that they touched his. The Afro boy laid there letting his girlfriend kiss him. When she pulled back her returned to his book. Knowing the routine Huey scooted over and left some space or Jazmine to cuddle next to him. She picked up the T.V remote and been to watch. Huey didn't mind the the close interaction that they shared. He enjoyed it when her curves were against him. He enjoyed her warmth.

After a few minutes, more like seconds, Jazmine began to talk, oh boy. "Huey, what are you reading about?"

"Dr. Martin Luther King JR." He answered with giving zero cares in the world.

"Do you wanna..."

"No, Jazmine." He didn't let her finish. She giggled.

"You didn't let me finish, Huey." She looked up at him dragging her perfectly manicured nails across his well defined jawline. He looked over at her.

"I already know what you are going to ask. That's why I didn't let you finish." She giggled again.

"Well then how about U let me feed you a strawberry?" She asked, strawberry already between her fingers. He shrugged. That meant yes, only Jazmine knows how he feels about strawberries. They are his favorite fruit. She brushed the strawberry to his closed lips waiting for him to open his mouth. He did and ate the strawberry, returning to his book, well, he tried.