S(he)'s your type?

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A day before the start of senior year...

"Kiiida."

"Jush lemme sheep." Kida mumbled with her head buried in the pillows.

"Koochie-coo." She felt a feather near her feet tickling her. Damn, that's some dedication he's showing to wake me up, Kida thought.

"MAX!" She threw one of her fluffy pillows at him. They landed three feet away from him. I really have to give you some ball throwing classes, Max thought.

"I tried being nice babe. Now it's the Max way."

"Maaash, get losht."

"Alright kid, you asked for it."

For two minutes no sound could be heard. Kida's head instantly shot up from her fluffy pillow. This is just not right. Max would never abandon "Mission-Wake-Kida-Up". It's been their tradition for as long as she could remember. As much as she likes traditions, this is not one she is down with.

She sat up clutching the white sheets to her body. Her eyes darted to every edge of the room like a scared bunny. She wiped her mouth of the dried drool and ran her hand through her black hair to make it look less like a nest and more like gorgeous-just-got-out-of-bed-hair. But failed, obviously.

She let out a small groan, such stuff never happens. How in the Rom-Com movies, the lady gets up with hair shimmering like Rapunzel's and morning breath smelling like a flower garden, she will never know.

She slowly put one foot on the ground and lifted her body up from the bed. Her hand went towards the frying pan on her dresser. Her mom had bought one for her while she was stocking up the utensils in her kitchen. Hey, 'Tangled' thought everybody something right?

"Motheeer knows best!" Her mom had sung while bestowing upon Kida, the spectacular frying pan.

Some hide guns under their pillows, some have mace, I have a frying pan.

She held the pan out in front of her. "I don't know where you are, I don't know what you're up to. But trust me when I say this, if you hurt me, I will find you and I will kill you."

She let out the breath she was holding the entire time she recited that.

I've been waiting forever to use that line, she giggled in her mind. Well, sort of use that line.

She looked amazingly ferocious in her white tank top paired with pink booty shorts with 'Smack that' written above her booty. The pan just added to that ridiculous picture.

"Maaax! Come on out, I won't bite."

Of course, she will. Max thought to himself while hiding just beside her closed door. And unfortunately for him, he had many incidents which could back his thought. He thought about one such that had happened last week at the beach.

He could almost picture himself on that day, happily skipping through the sand holding two cones of chocolate ice-cream in his hands. Now one of them may have intentionally or not, totally intentional, fallen straight on her face as she was sunbathing on the sand. Following which she may have, intentionally or not, again, totally intentional, bit his hand in an attempt to devour the whole scoop off the remaining cone.

Ah, good times. He smiled to himself.

"MAX!" Now was definitely not the time to feel the love for his best friend, but he may not live after today. Such a dilemma he was in.