Each Touch

Dance Set Up

A week of pestering John about their Halloween costumes have been both entertaining and a bit frustrating, the boy really is a 'good boy' isn't he? Dave got his phone out and texted John if they were meeting in front of the library today; they always did, but it was always good to check in. His bag was on the ground with a pillar supporting it upright, John should be coming downstairs soon. He pursed his lips as he leaned against the pillar just as his bag is, the crowds of people passing him left and right.

"I'm here Dave!" shouted John as he ran up to him, "Sorry, Ms. Fran lost track of time."

"Whatever, you came." he said, "Now then, headed home?"

"Actually no, I'm going to help set up the Halloween Dance." said John, "Hey you should come! Pretty sure people will get kicks out of your ironic plans."

Dave chuckled; John looked up to him so dearly, it's cute. He was like an idol to the kid, which is very flattering if he did say so himself. Picking up his bag, he slung it around his shoulder and raised a hand. John smiled and began to walk, knowing that the blond was tagging along. They've been friends long enough to have a few signals and code words between them, though as to reading each other, they weren't there just yet.

"It's upstairs, come."

"Aye that." replied Dave as he followed the other.

The halls were starting to empty out as everyone went to their buses, their respective clubs or just went home one way or another. Dave picked up his pace as he went to walk next to John, their footsteps slowly syncing with each other's as they walked up the set of stairs and down the hall to the designated room. Once there, they took a seat near the middle of the room. Other kids were there already as well, happy to help with the set up; this sure is going to be interesting. The bell rang indicating the end of school hours and the beginning of school activities.

"I'm so glad we can have great students to help us set up for our annual Halloween Dance. I'm Hamila , the one "in charge" this year, and this is Karrie, a kind of...substitute for me if I'm not here." said a brunette, "So let's get to business as we only have a little over a week until the dance."

She and Karrie went and wrote down a list of roles on the white board while the other students watched or spoke to their friends quietly until the ladies were done. Dave nudged John and leaned over to tell him something, John looked over at Dave and leaned down to meet him halfway.

"So then, what do we do?"

"They haven't even told us yet." whispered John.

"Still."

"So here's the list, please come up and write your name under the role you want to be in and see Karrie once you do." said Hamila.

With a second break, the kids started to get up to walk to the board; John smiled and pulled Dave up to drag him over to the board. With a few students in front of them, the two friends looked and spoke on what to work on. They did have quite a list to choose from, so whatever they get won't be a problem.

"How about Banners?" questioned John.

"Nah, let's do the music." said Dave.

John rolled his eyes, "I know you're going to slip your 'sick beats' in during the mix."

"I would never!" gasped Dave as he held his chest.

He laughed softly as they took a step up; John's laugh was like an assault rifle, shooting at him with no mercy. Everything about this kid was so adorable, like no joke, he could squeeze John and out would come flowers and rainbows and shitty unicorns. Dave glanced back up at the board and thought, what could they do though?