"What the hell are you doing in my gym bag"?
"We were looking at your… umph"!
Randy doubled over in pain, and John tried to pretend he didn't just elbow his best friend in the gut.
"Um, John care to explain"?
"Nothing. We were doing nothing".
"Right, I'm gonna believe that. Randy, would you like to try again"?
Randy had regained his breath and dodged John's second blow.
"We were looking at the special 'thing' in your bag".
At special thing Randy went into another fit of girlish laughter.
"Special thing? What are you talking about"?
John was blushing furiously as he hit Randy in the head. Randy simply fell to the floor whimpering in pain.
Nicky rolled her eyes and reached into her bag, and pulled out a bright pink tube shaped container.
"What… this"?
John's mouth dropped open in shock. He would have never thought Nicky would wave around something like that. Randy went into more peals of laughter.
"What? Its hair gel".
Both John and Randy stopped to stare at her. Randy yelled from the floor,
"That's not hair gel, it looks just like a…"
Nicky kicked him in the gut before he could finish.
"Look, read the label, 'Bed Head, After Party, smoothing cream for silky hair'. Its for frizzy hair morons"!
John smacked his forehead as Randy stared stupidly at Nicky.
"Nicky, I'm sorry…"
"John, what the hell did you think it was"?
"Well… the way it's shaped… I just glanced at it…he…HE was the one who said…"
"Your both idiots! No, you're both perverted idiots"!
John looked down at the floor completely miserable. Randy had just pulled himself off the floor and continued to stare at Nicky like an idiot.
"I'm really sorry Nicky".
"Your sorry. Your Sorry! HA"!