Each Touch

Creativity Stucks

The soft noises of paper rustling, cardboard moving and other crafts supplies in motion filled the bedroom with movie posters hanging around on the white walls. If not for the other colored items, the room would be a blank white canvas. A fair colored arm reached over to grab the black marker from the albino's side, needing to write a few words on the now grey papered covered cardboard.

"What should I write on this one Dave?" asked the bespectacled teen.

"Died a cool guy." replied Dave shortly after.

"No~" chuckled John, "Something...Memorable."

"Who says showing you died a cool guy isn't memorable?" said Dave as he glued on some grey paper on a flat piece of cardboard.

John paused and though about it for a second, Dave was kind of right he guessed, there was no rule a headstone can say ' Died a cool guy. ' And they already had a headstone that had 'R.I.P'

"Well I guess you're right, but it's too casual. Something more formal will be better."

Dave puckered his lips as he looked over at John, "Sorry dude, formality is something I can't do."

John sighed as he thought of something to write down, what would be appropriate though? Something about life? About themselves as a person? What is he thinking, this is a fake headstone.

"I'll just put...A loving son, father and husband." said John as he uncapped the marker.

"Cool." said Dave as he was preoccupied with his own headstone in progress in his hands. Soft rustles took over the air again as the two boys fell quiet, they has five days, if you include today, to finish their props before Friday's dance. They'll be finish in time if they don't procrastinate...Which will most likely happen as nobody hardly ever finishes a project within a day..

"Can you hand me the other part." said Dave as he pointed over to a long, thin piece of cardboard.

"Yeah." replied the other as he reached over to grab at it.

As his fingers got a grip on the cardboard, he lifted it up only to feel glue drip onto his forearm. He dropped the piece and stuck his tongue out, the object splattering more glue onto John.

"Nice work dude, I gave you one job and look where you got yourself." snickered the blond.

"It's not funny!" whined John as he looked for something to wipe the glue off.

"Dude it's glue, ain't going to hurt ya." said Dave as he leaned over and took the cardboard, "I needed glue on this thing anyway."

The blue eyed teen pouted as he stood up but slipped on the glue puddle as he took a few steps forward; he fell backwards onto Dave and barely missed the just made headstone.

"The fuck John-"

"Sorry! Looks like glue isn't as sticky as it's suppose to be." said John with a small giggle.

"That's a horrible pun...Can it even be called a pun?"

John sat back up, his palm covered in glue and grey paper. His feet knocking down some loose white paper from his nightstand. Dave supported himself with his elbows as he watch the beginning of the chaos happen.

"Warning, Hurricane John on the loose." commented Dave as he pushed John off if him.

"Oh I'm going to blow you away if you don't-"

Dave brought up his hands to slap on his cheeks as he gasped, "Oh no, he's threatening me. Whatever will he do to me."

The bucktoothed male huffed and grabbed the marker Dave had set down on the ground to make a mark on the blond's pale skin; he gasped as he looked at John, a smirk slowly crawling on his face as he grabbed his bottle on glue and poured it on John's shirt.

"Hey!"

"You marked me dude."

"You poured glue on me, how's that a fair trade for a mark from a marker!?"

Before Dave could answer, John made another mark on Dave's face then scrambled to get up. Dave gave out small chuckles before getting up with the bottle of glue and followed John around the room; the black haired teen gathered up several markers and some glitter bottles he found on his writing desk.

For the next few minutes, a war was ongoing between the two friends. Dave was covered in black marks and multi colored glitter; John was covered in glue, glitter, paper and other various things that stuck to him during the riot.

"Call forfeit?" panted Dave.

"No...I call truce." said John leaning against a wall.

"For now." smiled Dave, "I'm getting you back some time."

With a minute of silence, the two broke out into laughter; they really went off task for a silly little war. Dave flicked John's nose, and John punched Dave's arm; the mess around the room was disastrous because of the two.

"We did a number huh." John said as he looked around his room.

"Nooo, it's clean as fuck." replied Dave.

"Very funny." said John as he rolled his eyes.

"You started it." said Dave as he poked the others chest, glue stringing from the cloth to Dave's finger, "But seriously, we should clean up before the glue sets if it hasn't already."

John looked down at his clothes and chuckled; Dave smiled and slapped him on the back, splattering the still wet glue and getting it all over his hand. The blue eyed male gave a small shriek and perked up when he felt the sudden pressure to his back.

"Slapbox." commented Dave.

"Not cool." Dave tittered and leaned down, resting their foreheads together; their eyewear clinking together once they made contact. John glared up at Dave, his cheeks puffed out.

"Soo intimidating."

"Oh don't use that tone-"

The albino stuck his tongue out and placed a finger on John's lip to quiet him, "Let's clean you up already.