Dialouge Practice

Chris looked up from the map over his glasses at his brother, “Christ, Jay. Is it necessary to make thirteen stops?”

“Yes,” Jay said without looking up from the tv screen.

“It’s only a two-day trip!”

“And your point is?” Jay smirked. “If I'm going to be trapped in a car with you for two days I at least want to make some stops”

Chris let out an exasperated sigh and slumped face down on his suitcase.

“It’s gonna take forever to get to Brighton,” He whined.

“Shhh,” Jay answered standing up and shutting down his console.

“Can we at least negotiate on this matter?”

“No. So shut your mouth, dork.”

The younger boy slaps a hand to his forehead groaning “We’ve got four days until we need to be there-”

“Why’re we even going to this dude’s wedding?” Jay cuts off. Flopping down on the couch next to the redhead.

“He’s my best friend! I’m the best man!” He sits up, affronted.

“Geez man, what’s got your pants in a twist?” Jay lazily responded

“They're not-”

“I know, its coz’ you're hopelessly in love with a man who’s only ever seen you as a friend.” He snaps his fingers.

Chris gapes, mouth hanging open,  “Wa-no-Pfft, Where did you hear-” He stutters.

“Calm down, I was joking, You spatula” Jay laughs, opening his suitcase and tossing his gaming console inside haphazardly. The boy is still speechless, staring at the floor. Jay laughs again and scoops some clothes off the floor at random, dropping most of them in the process of dumping into his suitcase. Chris stands up and picks up some bright red suspenders from the top of his brother’s ‘Packing’

“When are you planning on wearing these?” He says with a smirk

“At the wedding, Duh” Jay sarcastically replies, his gruff voice echoing off their walls.

Chris picks up a crumpled shirt, smoothing it out and folding it neatly,

“Here,” He said handing it to his brother.

“Thanks, nerd,” Jay says. Then dumps it unceremoniously into his rumpled suitcase. “Want a sandwich?”

“Uh, sure, thanks.” Jay stomps out of their small room. Chris starts folding and packing all of Jay’s stuff ‘correctly’ as he would say. Jay would call him a neat-freak or perfectionist. The redhead chuckles to himself in the silence of the room.

Jay returns, two sandwiches in hand.

“Should we go then?” Chris says, zipping up his brother’s bag and handing it to the taller boy.

“Sure” Jay replies, swinging his bag over his shoulder and walking out of the door.

“Wait! Do you even have everything?” Chris calls after him.

“Calm down, nerd. I’ve got everything I need, snacks, my phone, headphones and a charger, and my great looks.”

“Good,” The smaller boy nervously wrung his hands and distracted them by picking up his bag. They get into their small car.

“Shotgun!” Jay says running toward the passenger's seat. Chris climbs in and puts his seatbelt on.

“Wait! Did we lock the door?”

“Yes!” Jay says, throwing the keys at his little brother and reclining back.

“That wasn’t very nice…”

“Dammit, I sat on my bloody sandwich!”

Chris just laughs, pulling out of their driveway. “Brighton here we come!”

“Dork,” Jay mutters shoving the aux cord into his phone.