Talking Out of School

I feel God wants me to listen to him.

That's your answer? Are you fucking with me?

I feel it's my mission. I need to listen to him now. I know you won't understand, but He is telling me not to do this!

Bobby, booby, I know you forever... Are you freakin' for real?”

Charlie, please, you're pissing me off. I need to stay away from you.

Bobby, okay, I unnerstand. I mean if you're starting to hang out with other people, like, you know, “The Lord” and all, hey! I unnerstand.

I swear to God, Charlie, just let me alone.

'I swear to God, Charlie?' Did you just say that?

Christ, Charlie, I don't want to fight, but I will beat the--

Hang on here! Bobby... No more 'I swear to God's'. No more 'Christ-this', or 'Christ-that'. I think you better clean up your language now that you got this new circle of friends.

I am going to go inside my house, and I am going to lock my door, and I am going to go to bed.

Bobbo, time was I said hey, you wanna go find some action?' you said, 'okay'. Now suddenly you're gonna go inside your house and lock the door?

Go fuck yourself.

I beg your pardon?

I said, go fuck yourself!

I think the last time you told me to go fuck myself, was--

Yesterday.

I believe it was noon, yesterday. Maybe a little before... You're right, Bob.

And did you?

Bobby... booby, you known me forever, what do you think?

Good night, Charlie.

Hey, Bobby, I might do it again, tonight, but don't you do it. When you go home tonight and lock your door, and go to bed--- don't you do it!

Good night, Charlie.

G'night, Bobby. Sweet dreams.

300 words
Flash Fiction using the words fight, lock, mission