[they're playing video games]
Charlie (14 yrs): Hey, It's your turn, man.
Timothy (14 yrs): I'm good. Billy can play my turn.
Charlie (14 yrs): You sure? I mean, you want to do something else? We don't have to play video games.
Timothy (14 yrs): Nope.
Charlie (14 yrs): Come on, we hardly see you anymore. We should do something. Board games, play cards? Something. Oh, I have an idea. Why don't we go outside and kick the ball around a bit? We could still use you on the team.
Timothy (14 yrs): No. I'm done with soccer.
Charlie (14 yrs): Why, man?
Timothy (14 yrs): Just wasn't fun anymore, you know?
Charlie (14 yrs): No, I really don't know. I don't know what the matter is, man. Those kids were assholes. You shouldn't have let 'em get to ya.
Timothy (14 yrs): They had nothin' to do with it. It's just boring, that's all.
Charlie (14 yrs): Soccer is not boring.
Timothy (14 yrs): What the hell do you know?
Charlie (14 yrs): You know what I know? You used to be fun to hang out with. Now you're just an asshole.
Timothy (14 yrs): So leave. I didn't ask you guys to come over.
Charlie (14 yrs): Oh, I know. God, what is your problem?
Timothy (14 yrs): Maybe you're my problem, Charlie.
Charlie (14 yrs): You're pathetic.
Billy: You know what, your mom begged my mom for us to come over.
Charlie (14 yrs): And now you've become a real dick.
Billy: Let's get out of here. He's a freak.
Charlie (14 yrs): Yeah.
