Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise is has but one rule: your story must have exactly six sentences.
Prompt word:
DIAL
“Hey, dude, dial it back from eleven, yo,” the air freshener shaped like a 1950’s pinup that hung from the rearview mirror of the convertible shimmied and jittered over the dashboard speaker grill one bar into the Pat Travers tune.
“Fuck you, it’s all your fault and besides, who died and made you the boss of me, huh?”
“Will you two cut it out, we were having such a nice day until you both had to compete like you always do when we’re together,” the steady diminution of the girl’s voice failed to alert the boys that, while one of them might win this particular battle, victory in the war was increasingly in doubt as she left the car headed towards the path leading down to a small dock.
“Well, he started it, I mean it’s his car, but all I did was dial down the volume, we’re in the goddamn country after all,” his plan was falling apart and the fact that one of the two loves of his life was, at the moment, stepping down into a surprisingly ornate boat added an unattractive stridency to his voice; his hormone-spiked emotions as destructive as a cloud of mustard stroking the cheeks of the unsuspecting doughboys defending the Ypres Salient.
“Yeah, you’re just jealous cause I got a car and the closest you get to taking her out is tagging along on trips like this,” the second boy, his hormones, charged by conflict took control of his emotions with the deadly certainty of the first cloud of mustard gas stroking the cheeks of the unsuspecting doughboys defending the Ypres Salient.
“You’re both right, and a couple of knuckleheads and we’ve been friends since, what, the Sixth grade, but if neither of you can get along, then I’ll just drift out into the middle of this, what’s it called, oh yeah, Crystal Lake, until you shake hands and make up.”
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Given this line: “the closest you get to taking her out is tagging along on trips like this”, he probably ought to get a car of his own, but considering she walked away from both of them the car may not be what he most needs.
yeah, but he’s young. (Not that you or I were ever that clueless… lol)
Reminds me of an office party that I threw for my staff – two guys accompanied Stephanie who was seated in the middle of the canoe; both guys were seated facing her; makes travel difficult.
Thank you
Every parent knows this sibling entanglement by heart! 😂😂
surely one of parentationing’s* more trying lessons
*not a ‘real’ world in either child psychology or getting-the-young-to-grow-up
I’ve always been the same age; I tried my parents from every angle.
haven’t we all (especially those of us holding extended visas to our long-past childhood country(
I know some people who squabble like this.
And this time, I believe, I’ve got the comment in the right place.
Two brothers often squabble – c’est la vie😏
tru dat
It sounds as if the young men’s friendship is sufficiently strong enough to sustain the competition for the affection of their female friend. No doubt a scene that will play out many more times during their young life.
this is a true statement
WHEN THE BOYS GET FIGHTING, THE BEST THING IS TO GET OUT OF THEIR WSY, AND THEIR ATENTION. 😉
Rock on! (I was gonna apologize for the all-caps, but you know? They totally fit.)
fer sure
Go on lads, give those hands a shake. A shame she doesn’t have a twin sister!
yeah, don’t think either of our Y-Chromian youth are ready to give up