Essay time...

A heated argument

I had never seen such a pair of pig-headed fools in my life. Ten-years of friendship-ever since primary one-and they were ready to sacrifice it for an absolutely silly matter. Both Abraham and Grant were my best friends, and the three of us formed a clique jocularly named the “Three Musketeers” by others. So when the two of them quarreled, the person really left in the lurch was me. It looked as if I was to lose both of my friends at one go and that would have been a great loss for me. The reason for their dispute was that both wanted to escort a girl to the prom, and each wanted the other to give way.

The quarrel took place right before me, and just on the day after Abraham’s birthday. Grant announced that he was going to take Lily, the most popular girl in our class, to the prom, when Abraham said that he thought of doing the same. Grant said, in a level voice, that since he had mentioned the idea first, Abraham should back down. Abraham protested mildly that he had, in fact though of it earlier and Grant had merely spoke before he did. Grant started to get a little mad, and let out a rare swear word. Of course, things began to go downhill from there, and both started shouting in each other’s faces, while I could only watch the two go teeth and nails on each other’s faces. Then, Abraham left the room abruptly. Staring after him, Grant told me many terrible things about Abraham, and then stalked off in a huff. Later, Abraham came and told me all sorts of unbelievable things about Grant as well. I was stuck in between.

Life became miserable for me as I ran between both of them, trying to be the mediator and make them come to a truce. Neither would, and it was obvious that a fight would soon erupt unless one withdrew. I proposed all sorts of solutions. My suggestion for both to give up the idea was met with furious glares from both guys. I asked them to just ask Lily who she would prefer, and the loser would have to bow out like a gentleman. Both men refused to risk this and were even mad at me for even making the suggestion. No matter how many times I reminded both friends that they were just asking a girl out for the prom and not proposing marriage, they just stuck to their sullen, sulking faces. At this point, I could only throw up my hands and leave the rest to providence.

However, a week later, the most unexpected news arrived. We all came to know that another guy, Walter, had asked the girl in question, and she had agreed readily. This time, it was the two rivals who were left in the lurch. The really infuriating thing was that both of them knew that they would have been a much better choice than Walter, who was just the least manly person we could think of. Still, there was nothing much anyone could do about it. I finally had a chance to get both Grant and Abraham to talk face to face. They could only stare at each other numbly. Then all of a sudden, both muttered, “I’m sorry…” at the same time. Immediately, I started to laugh. Soon after, they saw the funny side and began laughing heartily as well, finally resolving the heated but foolish argument.