"Just do it." Whispered Tyler.
"But what if we get kicked out?"
"Um, that's kinda the whole point. Come on, hurry up!"
Some how, some way, I found myself in Wal-Mart standing in front of a giant bouncy ball pit with Tyler half whispering and half screaming at me to climb into it and throw them out.
"Ok give me a lift." I said not two seconds before I found myself being lifted and sat into the ball pit.
"Ok, now hurry up and spill em'." Tyler said.
And with that I began to throw the giant balls out of the pit and into the isles.
Just as I was throwing the last one we heard shouting. As we turned to find out where the commotion was coming from, security rounded the corner.
"Shit! Let's go!" Tyler yelled as he helped me out of the ball pit.
As soon as my feet hit the floor we were running.
Just this once I was appreciative of the constant running we had to do during volleyball practice. Instead of being unfit, fat, donut-eaters, these guys were in shape and really fast.
I screamed along with a shopper as I almost ran head into a buggy. We were entering the clothes section and we were kinda sorta losing security.
An idea came to mind as we passed and dodged a few clothes racks. Tyler pulled me to the side as if he had read my mind and we both dropped to the ground and slid under the door of the dressing room.
We leaned against the door until we heard the pounding of footsteps run past. I finally caught my breathe and looked over at Tyler to have it taken away again as he leaned in close.
"Well we almost got caught." Tyler said as we exited the Wal-Mart parking lot.
"I thought that was the point." I said with a smile, reminiscing on our past conversation.
"Cough, cocky ass prick, cough." He said in reply.
"Hey! Can't be stealing my lines now. I mean, I know I'm awesome and everything but you need to find you own style man."
"Oh please." Was all he had to say in reply.
"So," I said after a moment of silence, " who you do you think is going to the Super Bowl?"
"Seahawks of course."
"You can get out of my car now."
"Why? What do you have against..." He trailed off catching sight of my Dallas Cowboys lanyard that was hanging from my mirror.
"No, just no!"
"What?" I asked laughing at him.
"I absolutely cannot believe I've been enjoying the company of a Cowboys fan!"
"You do realize that it just makes me 10x more awesome while being a Seahawks fan on the other hand, puts your 'awesomeness level' in the negatives."
"Oh please Dallas is gonna flunk just like they always do."
"This year they have done admittedly better." I said in a matter of fact tone.
"It don't matter if they make to the super bowl or not cause Seahawks will win it again and then they will crush Dallas." He said in return
"To be a such football star you really suck at picking your teams."
"You wanna go?" He said putting up his fists.
"Totally where we going?"
"We, my friend, are taking this to Taco Bell."
I looked over at him surprised.
"What?" Tyler said slightly creeped out.
"What's your favorite food?"
"Tacos obviously." He said in his smart alec voice. A few seconds later his eyes widened at the realization.
"You don't happen to like tacos too do you?"
"Like? Of course not more like love!"
"Now that, unlike being a Dallas fan, is very acceptable."
I began to roll my eyes in reply but was stopped short as Tyler grabbed my hand.
We looked at each other smiling and rode the rest of the way to Taco Bell silently.
