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Good friend: Says "Hi" to you in Wal-Mart.
Best friend: Sneaks up behind you while you are shopping and jumps you with a Nerf sword from the toy aisle.
Melody walked along the shoe aisle, glancing at the heels and strappy sandals in distaste. There was this family thing next week. She had to wear a dress – yuck. And shoes that'd kill her feet – ouch.
Her mom was an aisle over. She had no idea of the impending danger that was slowly stalking up from behind her. Right as she felt the presence, it was too late.
"En garde!"
Instinctively, she ducked and the blade went slicing right over her. She turned on her heel. "Kenai!" she exclaimed, but a sly smirk was on her face, especially when she took note of the mischievous spark in her best buddy's eyes. "Alright then. You want a battle? You got it."
She grabbed the nearest shoes, which just so happened to be a pair of heels, and prepared herself.
The battle raged on with Kenai slashing his sword around and Melody blocking with the heels before taking aim and throwing them at him. He took a swing at one, but missed the other and it plowed into his chest. He stumbled back, but regained his footing in an instant.
This went on for quite some time until a shrill voice rang out, "Melody!"
Melody dropped the sandals she was holding and Kenai's arm fell limp at his side, the sword just barely dangling from his fingers. The twin terrors slowly turned to see a seething Wal-Mart employee and an angry mother (although there was a brief spark of amusement that she, of course, couldn't allow the kids to see).
"Uh . . ." Melody trailed off.
"Clean up on aisle six?" Kenai offered with a nervous grin, free hand rubbing the back of his neck.
They were so doomed.