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The cotton mouth was in full affect, and the water Jay had fished out of his backseat wasn't doing it. "I need a slushie.." He said aloud but mostly as a mental note to himself to to peel out of the parking lot the second they finished their blunt to hit up the slushie shack. The frozen treats were great with an alcoholic topper, but it was too early in the day for that. Wasn't it?
At first, Jay just sort of shrugged at Kaden's question. Was it what he wanted? Maybe. The boat part was. His parents had money, but his father never gave him any, and his mom bailed him out of too much shit to afford a boat on top of it. There were definitely perks to an arrangement with Sharon, and it wasn't like he was seriously dating anyone, anyway. After India he'd sworn off serious relationships. He didn't want to fuck up and ruin anyone else. Jay carried enough guilt for the shit way he'd treated his ex and didn't want to add anymore when he knew he couldn't be better for anyone else.
As Kaden continued to make her points, her motivations completely unbeknownst to Jay, his mind flip flopped back and forth. "I mean... I want the boat... and she has a condo in Malibu... and she'd never keep me from the band, no... no! She loves the band, man. She's the one who bought all those t-shirts last fall at the fun fest. She even said my face should be on the fro- oh. Oh... no, no... you're right. She definitely would... okay, okay. No shacking up with Sharon, but... speaking of shacks... we should get slushies. This cotton mouth-sa bitch."