“So wait…I’m confused, why did she leave again?” Marc asked while bouncing a basketball against the granite ground as he and Nick sat on the ground of the court while divulging a bottle of water to prevent heat exhaustion from the typical Florida heat.

“She’s screwing some guy, that’s all I know. She didn’t even tell me, the guy had the fucking nerve to ring the bell at my own place!” Nick groaned while burying his face in both the palms of his hand.

“Ouch man! But you want to know what I think?”

“I don’t know, do I?” Nick raised his head while squinting.

“She ain’t worth it. Janine is those types of girls you only want to get involve in a one-night stands with. Anything more, she’s trash! Forget her!”

“I thought she was for real though, man! How could I have been such a damn fool not to see it coming?”

“Dude, you know what you should try?” Marc grimaced.

“From the looks of your face, I don’t think I want to hear what you think I should try!” Nick shoved his friend on the shoulder while stealing the basketball and quickly getting up as he shoots the ball in to the hoop.

“You remember that movie ‘Shallow Hal’?”

“Oh great, now you calling me shallow?”

“No dude, check it: Why don’t you stop going after them model-looking girls and go for the normal girls. They’re nicer anyway, they won’t break your heart!”

Nick stopped what he was doing and stared at his friend. “Listen…” he said while pointing at his stomach. “It’s the sound of hunger. Let’s get some grub!”

“Amen to that brother!” Marc agreed while getting up and following Nick to his dark green Durango.

“Where do you want to eat?” Nick asked while pulling off the parking space and out of the lot.

“Let’s go to that shop down in 8th Avenue,” Marc suggested.

“Wish granted,” Nick retorted while blasting the sound of Edwin McCain’s love ballad ‘I’ll Be’