He's lying on his back, repeatedly throwing the basketball up before it falls back down to earth into his outstretched hands.
A boy with the messiest curly hair, kicks him lightly in his side, breaking him out of his reverie.
"Hey. What's up, dude? You and the elevated IQ temptress girl get into another fight?" He teases with a smirk, spinning the basketball on his finger.
Troy rolls onto his stomach, grinning to himself. "Yeah."
Chad looks over, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. "And you're okay with this?"
"Well, we made up." The blue-eyed boy closes his eyes, a small smile still evident on his lips.
A sly grin takes over Chad's features, recognition drawing on his face. "Good for you, man. You shouldn't let her go - she's an awesome chick."
"Flexible, too." Chad drops his basketball.
Fin.
