The two of them finally managed to get a hold of themselves and Troy joined Jonah at the table with a cereal bowl of his own.
"I don't need a girlfriend anyway. Not if I'm going to be hitting the road provided our album takes off. I'll get by on random flings like I always do. I'm not like you, dude. Maybe I'll settle down when I'm thirty-five if Mom hasn't murdered me for not making anything of myself before then."
"Quit being a drama queen. The only reason you're not like me is because girls give you the time of day," Jonah retorted. "Anyway, are you joining us for basketball or not?"
Troy held up a finger to indicate he was chewing and couldn't talk. He swallowed before answering.
"May as well. Have to distract myself after being used like that. Again. Plus Mitchell's team thrashed us last week and I can't let that slide."
