Each Touch

Just another year

The morning of October 15th, 2009 was a calm one. It starts out with a young teen groaning out of bed, going to the bathroom to get ready, then heading downstairs for breakfast and to grab his lunch for that day. Fixing his glasses, he waved to his dad and said a goodbye to his Nanna's urns before walking out the door to the bus stop. He was a Freshman at Airess High School, a public school of course, and a joint school with his middle school, Ecters Middle School. Arriving at the bus stop, he saw a fellow friend already there and huddled up in a sweater.

"Good Morning Terezi." he said as he stood besides her.

She turned her head to the sound of his voice, her red shades meeting his blue eyes. A grin spread across her face as she gave a wave. The sandy brown haired girl was blind, not completely though, the red color of the shades help her with the very little vision she still has. What happened is an incident meant to be told for another time. As for the relation of the two, John, being the nice person he is, offered his help to her when they met back last year. They've been friends ever since, though nothing has really progressed with them; they stayed on a point on a friendship meter and that's where they're bound to stay.

"Good Morning John." she said back, "It's a pie this time? Apple am I correct?"

John smiled and nodded; her sense of smell is practically how she sees most of the time now, it's really interesting on how the human nose can strengthen the smell sense, but as seeing she doesn't have her complete vision, it's reasonable. The brunette would always guess what dessert his father had made for him daily, and she was always right. As they spoke, the bus came along, the students boarding the bus taking their usual seats. Surprisingly John and Terezi didn't sit with each other, Terezi went and sat with Nepeta Leijon, a proud fangirl as she calls herself. John sat with Aradia Megido, a girl who knew a friend of his and is pretty chill.

"Hello John, I suspect you woke up with a grunt." she said as she looked at him.

"You can tell?" he questioned.

"Why of course, your hair is more out of place than it usually is." she replied.

He raised his hand to gently run through his hair; he actually used hair gel to make it stay in place, guess he was zoning out when he was applying it in back at home. The teen laughed softly as he rubbed the back of his head, Aradia smiled and started up another conversation which lasted them the bus ride to school. He said a goodbye to her and ran off to find the person he's been waiting for all morning. Dave Strider.

Walking over to his locker to put his lunch away, footsteps echoed through the already loud hall. John fussed with his hair as his locker closed; there stood a blond, lean, shaded albino with a small smile on his face.

"Egderp."

"Oh, Dave."

"The one and only." he said as he leaned against the lockers.

The two met back at a school Nationals soccer game, Spades against the Hearts, four years ago. As being the ironic kid Dave is, he went along and spoke with John when he shouted at a player to pass the ball to another, giving him a little insight on why that'd be a bad move.

"Almost Halloween, you know what that means."

"Oh my god, no Dave."

"Yes John."

"We are not dressing up in those."

"But Bro got them for --us--"

Every year since the 7th grade, they'd dress up together for Halloween; last year Dave was Link and made John be Zelda; wig, dress, and all. This year though, Dave's brother is in charge in what they'd be this year, and Dave has been dropping hints to what they'd be all year. John soon found out though.

"I got a red one; I even had the courtesy to make Bro get a blue one for you." said Dave.

"Still! This is going to be more embarrassing than last year." groaned John as he slumped against the lockers beside Dave.

"You liked being carried like that, admit it."

"I did not!"

The two teased each other to no end whenever either one starts and it's completely mutual; they get their kicks from it. Dave smiled and leaned against John, their shoulders pushing on the other while his blond bangs moved to cover his shades. The other looked over at Dave and gave out a sigh, rolling his eyes in the process.

"Alright come on Dave, let's get to class."

"We'll go to yours first." said Dave standing back up straight on his feet, "We always go to mine."

"Yeah, because it's closer." chuckled John as he straightened up.

They then began to walk down the hall to make it to John's first hour. The two boys were inseparable, even if they did hang out with other people, they always found some time in for each other, whether it was in person or electronically. Their hands brushed against each other's as they walked and talked, the halls are crowded so it made sense, but each small touch sent jolts of electricity through Dave.

"I'm not wearing it to school Dave."

"C'mon John, stop being a baby." said Dave, "I'm wearing it too."

"So, if you wear it I'm sure people aren't going to say anything, but me? A big no."

"I'm going to go over to your house and make you put it on. I'll even strip you myself if I have too."

"Ew nooo."

"Yep, I will. I'm not bluffing."

As they continued their little tease session from before, they arrived at the black haired teen's class. Dave turned to face John with a small smirk on his features; taking John's hand, he placed a chaste kiss on the other's knuckles.

"See you later my Heir." the blond said before walking away.

John pouted and walked into his class where he got stares. It was nothing new; Dave's displays of affection is nothing new to him. "It's all for irony." quoted Dave.

"Why don't you two kiss already." grumbled a light tanned figure raising its head.

"I already told you Karkat." said John, "I'm-"

"Not a homosexual, we get it." said Karkat, "Highly doubt it though."

The bespectacled teen laughed softly as he took a seat in front of him, "It's just another year Karkat. Nothing new."