The Dialogue of Teenage Boys Essay -- Dialogue Conversation Essays

The Dialogue of Teenage BoysBeep Beep BeepThat blest alarm, the most hated of Joes possessions, began its insistent whining at precisely 715 AM on July 5th. A fist groggily snaked kayoed from underneath the Charlies Angels blanket and hit the top of the clock. It stopped whining. After somewhat very peculiar movements, the mound of blankets gave birth to a bleary-eyed seventeen-year-old boy. The brutal 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 stick around of the family.He visited the bathroom an hour later, reemerging looking considerably more human being than the thing previously spotted. He was wearing a smart, but casual, lucent green shirt and bright blue jeans. He looked like something from the nightmares of the cheerful Green Giant. Citrus colored and smelling like soap, Joe ambled slowly down the stairs for his breakfast.Joe met up with his best friend Ross at around twelve, just outback(a) McDonalds. As was the custom by this time, both argued over whose turn it was to compensate for the food, resolved, as ever by the tossing of a coin. As they munched on their baggy Big Mac burgers, their conversation steered towards the party that night.You goin then?Aye, widnae miss it skin 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 position heavier that usual, but ah wis too polite tae mention it. At this, the dickens 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. return me a call sometime. With that, Joe took the dumbstruc k 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, beg off whit happened. If shes worth it, then shell gie ye another chance.Aye, interrupted Ross, a restive 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 going to be a lot of fun.