PhatA$$2(COMPLETED)

Chapter 3

Bailey is prounouced; Baylee

Tiphany is pronouced: Tiffany

Auora is pronouced; A-war-uh

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Anthony

I soft knock hit Anthony's bedroom door twice.

Anthony was just on the computer aimlessly looking through sites. "Yeah?" Anthony looked to the right to see his mom coming in. One time she had come in one of his classes handing him his homework folder. It had every guy weak over her.

Anthony had to cuss some nigga's out when they started asking who the bad broad was.

"Hi baby."

Tiffany clicked the door shut behind her laying beside him, putting her head on his shoulder. "Sup Mom? You okay?" He felt her nod. Anthony laid his head on her own head. "Can I ask you something baby?"

"Yea." Anthony clicked the down arrow looking through the website he was on.

"What do you plan to do when you graduate?"

Anthony had thought about that. He really wanted to take a year off from school and focus on his singing, then he'd go to barber school. He really enjoyed cutting hair, and he wanted to be able to design and do things like his dad.

"I wanna be a singer, but Imma go to school later, be a barber."

"I figured you would say that.

Anthony was about to say something else until he heard a light snore come from her. She must of been real tired. He knew for fact that she hated to sleep with out dad. Sometimes she'd come and lay in here with him, or with Mowry Jr..

  Tiphany was usually at dance class.

It was around 9pm when his Dad came in his room, craddling Mom in his arms. "Night son." He spoke sleepily. "Night Dad." Anthony was hopeful he had a marriage like that. That was some real love type shit right there.

Anthony sat up in bed. It was a Friday night and he really didn't wanna be sleep, but nothing was poppin' right now.

Anthony sighed deciding to find entertainment in his fans on twitter.

@ANT.TAHJ  I am bored as fuck. some please help me #desperate.  1m ago

Anthony waited 5mintues before he refreshed the page. It was flooded with 45 comments. Most of them regarded fuckin'.  He loved him some pussy, but he was looking for some fun right now. He only responded to the 4 that had nothing to do with sex.  Bailey  told him to come over.

Anthony laughed a little when her comment was retweeted 250 times.

Anthony got up pushing the laptop from his chest before he pulled on some sweats over his boxers and a black tee over his bare chest. Finally he slide his feet into some black Nike sandals. Anthony grabbed up his cell phone and left the room.

He passed up Mowry, Brandon and Thomas who were all laid out in the floor with the play station on playing some kinda wrestling game. Tiphany was coming out the kitchen. She practically leaped to him.

Anthony laughed watching her little self basically skip over to him. "Where are you going?" She asked. Anthony felt her grip his hand. "To Bailey's house." Tiphany's face fell as if she was upset. Anthony tousled her curly hair. "I'll be back little one.." Tiphany nodded, walking away all to quickly up the steps.