Huey Freeman's Guide to Dating

Epilogue

Not From the Desk of Huey Freeman:
So you reached the end and found love.
Good for you, I guess.
Just remember....
You can never tell anyone that I wrote this.
If you do, I might be forced to kill you.

One Week Later.....

"Jazmine!" Her mother called her from downstairs. "Are you ready?!"

"I'll be there in a minute!" Jazmine said, admiring her reflection in the mirror.

She'd been through a lot the past few weeks, and now, she was reaping the benefits- and unpacking the rest of her parent's messy divorce in therapy.

She was finally dating Huey, in the company of great friends, but more importantly than all of that, she was happy.

Jazmine had never been prouder to be who she was, and she'd never had so much to do outside of the person she was dating.

It felt like everything was falling into place, like everything was finally happening for her.

And for good reason.

Jazmine picked up the new copy of Huey's book, the one that had led her to him.

Before, she'd wondered how some stupid book would change her life.

But now?

She'd seen firsthand what opening your mind and heart to new experiences could do.

And who knew?

Maybe, just maybe, she and Huey were in this for the long haul.

"Jazmine! It's time! Are you ready?!"

She batted her lashes one last time, pleased to finally be wearing falsies.

"I'm ready!" She yelled, making her way out of her room and down the steps.

The wait was finally over.
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Grandad was making this anything but easy.

"Boy, smile!" He barked, holding another disposable camera in his hand. "Yo ass is lucky to be alive, hell! Can't be happy about nothing!"

He hmphed, shaking his head.

"Can't even find some joy about prom." He fumed. "Yo generation is just miserable! It's sad!"

Huey fought back a sigh and gave yet another smirk towards the camera.

Smiling really wasn't his thing.

Him and Ebony had taken photos of him all over the house, forcing him to "look happy" in at least fifty of them.

"Oooohhhh, that was a good one, Robert!" Ebony gasped, staring down at the camera phone.

Fifty-one, apparently.

He was about to argue he'd taken enough photos, but he heard a loud engine rumbling smoothly outside. He was surprised to see Ruckus emerge from his car, walking angrily up the driveway to glare at him.

"Well, ain't this something?" Ruckus shook his head, disgusted. "A negro monkey like yaself rockin' an expensive suit! Meanwhile, yo ass had a car part that shoulda been changed years ago!" He laughed. "Yo uppity ass is just like these other good for nothin' niggrums after all! But that ain't no surprise. Look atcha, ya can't even deny it, can ya? Issa damn shame."

Huey blinked.

"I don't even know what you're talking about, Ruckus." He shook his head. "I didn't ask you to replace that part on my-"