The Dialogue of Teenage Boys Essay -- Dialogue Conversation Essays

The Dialogue of Teenage BoysBeep Beep BeepThat damned alarm, the most scorned of Joes possessions, began its insistent whining at precisely 715 AM on July 5th. A fist groggily snaked out from underneath the Charlies Angels blanket and sum the top of the clock. It stopped whining. After some very peculiar movements, the mound of blankets gave birth to a bleary-eyed seventeen-year-old boy. The inhuman apparition staggered towards the bathroom. It paused when it came upon the mirror, seemingly startled by the ghastly visage reflected in the honest glass. Joe groaned, swore, spat and returned to the place affectionately called The Pit by the rest of the family.He visited the bathroom an hour later, reemerging looking advantageously more human than the thing previously spotted. He was wearing a smart, but casual, luminous green shirt and bright blue jeans. He looked identical something from the nightmares of the Jolly Green Giant. Citrus colored and smelling resembling soap, Joe amble d slowly downstairs for his breakfast.Joe met up with his best friend Ross at around twelve, just external McDonalds. As was the custom by this time, both argued over whose turn it was to pay for the food, resolved, as ever by the tossing of a coin. As they munched on their soggy openhanded Mac burgers, their conversation steered towards the party that night.You goin then?Aye, widnae miss it fur onythin in the world. Anyhow, Martines gonnae be there, mebbes Ill hae a chance wi her this time.Aye, Ross, and my bums jist swallied China.Ah thought ye were lookin a bit heavier that usual, but ah wis also polite tae mention it. At this, the two friends collapsed in fits of laughter, not even stopping when Ross began to choke on h... ...Joe looked apologetically at Sam. She nodded, a resigned smile upon her lips.Yeah, I know. Youve got to help your friend. Its OK. I understand. Ill see you later. Give me a call sometime. With that, Joe took the dumbstruck Ross by the arm and gently led him out of the door.As they walked home, the two friends reflected upon the nights events.Ye should have seen your face, Ross Ye were like a wean caught stealin a sweetieYeah, answered Ross, sadly, But it wis a goin so well up tae then.Talk tae her the morra, explain whit happened. If shes worth it, then shell gie ye another chance.Aye, disrupt Ross, a cheeky grin on his face, And if she isnae, at least I got tae feel her ar-The two friends laughed their way down the darkened, but familiar, old streets. It looked like the holidays were spill to be a lot of fun.