Tyrone was whistling as he sat on the couch with Ghost. Licking his face, his dog, whined at how long this was taking. “I know right? You’d think they’d need something to drink by now.” It was twenty minutes later though that Andre left his bedroom.
Coming into his living room in his boxers, with a smile, he jumped and reached for the bat when he saw Tyrone. But it luckily registered it was Tyrone before he swung. Sitting on his couch with his pit bully, Tyrone smiled at Andre, “Morning Andre.”
Andre breathed out shakily, “Damn it, Ty! You almost got the Hank Arron knocked out of your head!” Tyrone laughed as he looked at Andre amused, “As someone who constantly pops up in people’s homes, I’d think you be a little less jumpy.”
Rolling his eyes, Andre ignored his best friend. Inste
