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Chapter eight//A day with the Boys//

Chapter eight// A day with the boys//

To go and celebrate the win, or more so the fact Stephen broke the record of single 3 pointers scored in a single season, the boys decided to go out. And of course, Monta Ellis, wanted to ride with Stephen Curry.

"So... You like Klay..." Monta said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Can we not talk about it?" Stephen asked. Rolling up the sleeve of his white T-shirt rubbing his arm up and down in a circler motion.

Stephen looked out the window. "Alright, but if he breaks your heart, let me know, I'm there for you brother," Monta said, hugging Stephen.

Stephen smiled. "Now, let's go to the bar!" Monta said.

"Wait..." Stephen said. "What?" Monta asked. "Never Mind, Nothing important," Stephen said, shaking his head. "No tell me!" Monta said. "Well, you know who I like, who do you like?" Stephen asked. Monta laughed. "Her name is Summer." Monta said.

Little does Monta know, Summer has a child...

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Club 1738 was packed with rappers and NBA players that made, or are tied for 8th place, and their girlfriends, and Wives, and some children.

"Ok, I got something to say..." Monta said. Stephen looked at him. "And it about my brother, Stephen Curry," Monta said. Stephen looked down in pure embarrassment. "He played amazing today and I think we can all agree on that, he broke the record, AND HE IS A ROOKIE! But I wish him the best and this kid will be the best player of the year, he's got my MVP vote!" Monta said.

"To Stephen," Kevin, Durant, said, raising his glass. "To Stephen," everyone in the club said, raising there glass.

Stephen looked around the room. He saw Klay, sitting at the bar, he took a seat next to him. "Anything for you sir?" The bartender asked. "Racer 5 please," Stephen said. "Double that and put it on a tab," Klay said.
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Klay and Stephen laughed. "You can golf?" Klay asked. "Yeah," Stephen said.

Klay slowly leaned in as did Stephen, not making it very notice able.

Kobe Bryant walked up to them, and order a drink. The boys quickly leaded away.

Kobe looked at them. "So Stephen, you been having fun?" Kobe asked. "Yeah, once you get there, your not there, you start all over," Stephen told Kobe. "Klay you seemed to be stressed when your playing, everything all right," Kobe asked. "Yeah just some family issues," Klay said.

Monta walked over "aye man can i get a water before I get hungover?"

Summer Farage, walked into the room. And Monta went silent. Monta walked over to summer, with heads turning away.

"Summer," Monta said. "Monta, how you been?" She asked. Monta and Summer had broken up at ages seventeen and twenty-three. The six year age difference had thrown everyone off, but neither of them cared. Summer dad move once he found out she was pregnant and he hated Monta so that is that.

"Mommy I have to go potty," I little boy about three years old had said. The twenty-six-year-old-man looked down at the three-year-old-boy. Looked the exacted same as he does.

"Monta, this is Roger Jacob Ellis, he's yours..." Summer said, and the whole club went quite.

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Monta tried to wrap his head around the fact he had a child. A week has passed and Monta and Summer were getting more then friendly.

"I've missed you Monta," Summer said. "I've missed you too baby," Monta said, kissing her. Today was a long day, Monta had a hell of day at work, and him and his best friend, Andrew Bougt, got into a fight and he took it hard.

Him and Andrew had know each other sense they were drafted, Andrew was the first pick and Monta was the last pick of the round.

Monta wonder how that had happened, because they were suppose to be lottery picks, not champion picks.
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"Owe..." Klay complained. He feel off the bed and Stephen had found it to be the funniest thing ever. He had his hand over his mouth laughing and the other one in his lap. "Shut up," Klay said, crossing his arms. "I....M.. So...rry...," Stephen said laughing ever harder and leaned his head back and fell of the bed.

Stephen was not sure what was funny funnier. Stephen's hand ran over his glowing six pack.

"I'm sorry Klay," Stephen said after about six, maybe seven minutes of laughing at Klay and himself falling of the bed.

Stephen walked downstairs in nothing but boxers. "Oh these hoes anit loyal," he softly sang.

He took out some pancake mix. The Warriors and Clippers had crashed in the living-room of Klay's house last-night. "What were you and Klay laughing so hard at?" Draymond asked. "I got out of my bed and went in his room to wake him up to see if he wanted any breakfast and he fell of the bed, then I fell off the bed," Stephen admitted.

He laughed. It's was about thirty-three percent true, he didn't get out of his bed, him and Klay were arguing last night when they got home, fighting over who got the bed. Both men were already in their boxers, and drunkenly passed out in the bed, and Klay had just rolled over and fell out of bed, Stephen didn't go and wake him up.

"Alright! Who wants food?" Stephen asked. "Stephen throw some pants on!" Klay said, throwing some shorts at him, Stephen titled his head as the shorts hit him the head! "Alright Klay damn!" Stephen said. "Is that lipstick?" Justin Holiday asked. "Where?" Stephen, who only had the shorts at his ankles. asked, running to the bathroom, and then tripped. "The fuck?" He asked pulling the shorts up and sagged them. The walked over to bathroom.

All the boys followed him. "Um, I think it is," Stephen thought for a moment. "Oh yeah," Stephen laughed. "What?" Andre asked. "So we were at a club last night, and I kinda got a couple lap dances, and then kinda made out and took it to the next level with one," Stephen said.

"We got a little freak on our hands!" Blake Griffin said. "Aye what was her name?" Blake asked. "Nelz," Stephen said. "Was she good?" Harrison Barnes asked. "Yes!" Stephen said. "Best part?" J. J. Redick asked "she couldn't walk after we were done!" Stephen laughed. Remembering how she fell, and she said his destroyer was so big. "SHE WASNT READY!" The entire place went crazy. "You get her number?" DeAndre asked. "Yea, but I can't date her," Stephen said. "And why the hell not?" Steve Kerr, Doc and Austin Rivers asked. "Because, she's like my sister, we know each other a while and we was drunk as fuck, she plays in the WNBA for the Sparks, names Anela Grivas, the reason she was at the club, truth or dare, Sydell, Seth, Nelz and I were playing, with some random kid who hates her, anyway he dared her once she turned 23 to be a stripper tell she turns 24," Stephen explained. "Your one loyal ass brother. "Plus she likes someone, but we was drunk and I thought she was her cousin and they look hell alike, names Alika, and I'm pretty sure she thought I was someone else," Stephen laughed. "You one dirty ass nasty freak," Klay and Blake laughed. "First let me hop out the mutha fuckin Porsche, I don't want her if that ass don't sit like a horse, I be ballin on these niggas go me feeling like sports!" Stephen rapped(the entire song to lazy to put the entire song in), dancing along.(in the media). "Damn boy!"

Additional part of this chapter written by summerells_4

I personally thought it wasn't long enough(omg after writhing that sounds nasty) so I took her phone and added to it! I also couldn't find a good video so I put in a a step by step thingy btw Nelz has writers block so comment stuff you think should be added to the story be