Mikey, Huey, and Bri sat in the Porter's kitchen that evening for an early start on their project; much to Mikey's disliking.

Mikey threw a paper airplane at Bri. "Ugh, quit playing Mikey. We have to get this work done" Bri said, giving him an annoyed look. Mikey rolled his eyes when Huey started to glare at him. "Man, why ya'll so uptight? Have a little fun for once" Mikey said as he slouched in his seat. "Really? Don't be so immature..this project is due in three weeks!" Bri said, throwing her pencil at him. Mikey caught it with ease.

"Exactly my point. Three weeks is more than enough time!" Mikey said as he started to twirl the pencil between his fingers. Bri and Huey just gave him irritated looks. Mikey smirked at them. "What?" Bri and Huey said. "Nothing..it's just that you guys act alike..kinda weird don't ya think?'

Bri and Huey scratched their heads in confusion. "See, there it goes again!" Mikey exclaimed. They both started to blush as Mikey started laughing. "Shut up" Bri said as she snatched her pencil out of his hand. "Oh my bad Bri. Didn't mean to make you upset" Mikey said sarcastically. Huey remained silent as he watched them in agitation. "I'm not upset" Bri mumbled, glaring at Mikey. "My dear Bri, that's exactly what an upset person would say" Mikey said as a smirk played across his lips. Bri rolled her eyes; her cheeks blushed harder.

Huey crossed his arms; clearly not amused at the sudden turn of events. Bri turned to Huey. "How do you say 'I hate Michael' in Spanish?" she asked him. "Good one Bri, you're so funny" Mikey said, giving her a sarcastic laugh. That's when Huey got up from the kitchen table and started to pack up his backpack. "Aye, where you going man?" Mikey asked. "Clearly you two would rather flirt than focus on schoolwork. And that's fine, but I'm leaving" Huey said darkly as he zipped up his bag and slung it on his back.

"Flirting? Me and Bri weren't-"

"C'mon Huey. Why are you being so uptight?"

Uptight? She's starting to sound like him now.

"Yeah whatever. See ya'll at school." And with that, he left the kitchen.

"Damn, what's up with him? I thought he was pretty chill' Mikey said as he shrugged his shoulders. "Eh. He doesn't like anybody" Bri responded. "I doubt that. I mean, he has you and Jazmine as friends right? I really hope I'm not the one who triggered his attitude" Mikey said as he started to doodle on one of his arms with a pen. Bri gave him a small smile. "Aw shut up. Who doesn't like Mikey Jacobs?" she said as she punched him playfully on his shoulder. "Pretty much all the guys at our school..but I really don't know why" Mikey said. Bri started to laugh, causing Miky to raise a confused eyebrow.

"You're so clueless!" she giggled. "Clueless? I like to think of myself as a pretty aware guy" Mikey said. "Then you would be aware that all the girls at our school have a thing for you."

Mikey considered this, then his eyes widened in realization. "So that's why they always be in my face like that? I just thought they were really friendly."

"Friendly isn't the word."

"I swear yo' as be cheating!" Riley yelled. "Naw Reezy, you just suck balls at this game!" Cindy laughed. Tammy snickered as she was crowned winner at the fighting game on the Xbox again. The three troublemakers sat in the living room of the Porter house. Huey suddenly walked stormed passed them; heading out the front door. "Damn" they all mumbled in awe. "Your brother always be mad" Tammy said to Riley, Cindy nodding in agreement. "I ain't gon' take it seriously. His ass always beefing about something" Riley said with a shrug as he restarted the video game. The girls shrugged it off as Tammy and Riley started to pick their fighters for the next round.

"Damn Cindy, could you move yo' big head out the way..I can't see shit" Tammy said as she struggled to see the TV screen. Cindy sucked her teeth as Riley laughed. "You can be a real bitch sometimes" Cindy said as she moved. "Dang, I was just playing with you Cindy..I can actually see just fine" Tammy snickered, making Riley laugh harder. Cindy scrunched up her nose at them. "Make sure you beat her this time Reezy" she said, giving Tammy an annoyed look. "Oh, so now you feeling some type of way C-Murph?" Tammy asked with a smirk. Cindy rolled her eyes; the game was starting.

Riley's character started to hit Tammy's repeatedly with the same move. "Aw hell naw Reezy. You cheating!"

"Cheating? Yo' ass just mad because you losing I'm just playing the game."

"Then quit using the same move nigga!" Tammy yelled as she tilted her controller this way and that, as if it would help her win. Tammy's character knocked Riley's off his feet. "What the hell Tammy?!' Riley yelled. "Aye, I'm just playing the game" Tammy mocked, sending his player crashing into a wall. That's when the game froze. "What?!" the three of them yelled.

"Man, this some ol' bullshit! Screw yo' TV Tammy" Riley yelled as he threw his controller to the side. Tammy shrugged as she got up from the couch. "Guess the game couldn't handle how well I was beating yo' ass."

Riley rolled his eyes as Cindy started to laugh. "Aw don't be a punk ass sore loser Reezy! It was just a game right?" Tammy teased. Tammy and Bri's grandma came downstairs and sat in the recliner. "Oh hi there Riley! How's your brother?" she said nicely as she turned the TV back to the normal channel. "Hi Mrs. Porter" Riley said simply as he got up from the couch. "Catch ya'll niggas later" Riley said as he walked out the front door; slamming the door on accident. "Aye, don't be slamming the door boy!" Grandma yelled from her recliner, not taking her eyes off the TV. "Sorry!" Riley yelled from the other side of the door, his voice muffled. Tammy and Cindy snickered.

"That Jacobs boy still here?" Grandma asked Tammy. Tammy nodded towards the kitchen. "Dammit girl! Why you let him in the kitchen? You know he always be drinking up the damn apple juice..how am I supposed to get my source of Vitamin C now?" Grandma yelled, scolding Tammy. "My bad Mrs. Porter!" Mikey called from the kitchen, causing Tammy and Cindy to buss out laughing.

So typical.