JohnDave richstuck

War

~.Johns POV.~

      I wonder what he means by war? Like a...dance war? Well I mean I'm happy to oblige but that sounds kinda...hm what's the word? Oh yeah! Super gay! I don't want to do a lame dance with this guy just to see who's a better dancer! It's dumb and so is he! Though, if I win....."We should make a friendly bet then David!" Strider raised an eyebrow and said "I agree on the bet. Tell me your terms. Also it's Dave not David, idiot." YES! Here's my chance! "Okay Strider, here's MY terms. If I win you have to stay away from my sister ya creep." He looked a bit troubled for a second before accepting my part of the bet. Then he responded with his part. "Fine. But if you lose, which you will, you have to join my modeling agency and pose for my magazine." I shivered a bit and then replied with "I accept." And so it begins.

      We began apart from each other on the floor each doing our own dance moves. Dave was doing flips and twisting his feet to the beat. I was kind of doing the opposite. I never learned hip hop dancing. I learned...um...gosh this is so embarrassing...ballet. I was the most flexible man I knew. I started with my leg lifted past my head and then brought it down into a spin across the floor towards Dave. We stood face to face with each other, me bending backwards and pirouetting, and him spinning and flipping. We both turned at the same time as Dave grabbed ahold of me, joining our dance together. Our faces were so serious, probably because we had our dignity on the line.

      Dave lifted me in the air as I kept balance, and suddenly he....HE THREW ME!? I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS! But...I have to keep my cool. I plummeted to the ground right into Daves arms. He dipped me and looked me straight in the eyes. "Give up yet?" He whispered. "NEVER!" I yelled. He began leaning closer and closer to my face until I knew exactly what he was going to do if I didn't say uncle. My heart was beating fast but I managed out a "FINE! UNCLE! I SAID UNCLE YOU CAN STOP NOW!"