Each Touch

Piano

Play the song/video song when you get to the point in the story where it's used...Or not, whatever floats your boat.
//oneofmymanycanonvoicesforDave- //singingwisemorelike)

Soft footsteps echoed off the walls through the empty halls of Airess High, music sheets crinkling in pale hands. He needed to fix things between them; he couldn't take the strained tension that was brought between them just because he couldn't keep his hands off of John. He knew...He knows John isn't gay, but he kept on prying desperately onto him hoping for a miracle to happen. Look where that brought things.

Karkat had miraculously managed to convince John to meet up with "a person" again, it was a wonder how John could believe him after what happened back in December. Dave had to thank Karkat later for everything he's done for him and John.  

"John..." he said softly.

He thought that this wouldn't interfere with their friendship. He had hoped that it was just a fling but he's 16!! A fling doesn't last 9 fucking years! His eyes widened a fraction as he saw him...What was he to John now? Definitely no friend. Not anymore.

The two stood in front of each other in silence, air stilled as they made eye contact. Well, through Dave's eyes they do, John couldn't tell where Dave was looking through those dark pointed shades he used to wear before he ever met John. When things were just starting.

"John."

"Dave."

Their voices were weak, but they refused to show their guilt and sorrow. Dave looked down at his hands, the music sheets laid out a song he wanted John to play for him; if he'd even agree to do it. His red eyes glanced up at John who was fumbling with the hem of his shirt. John always did seem to need to hold something when he was nervous. It was a cute habit he had. 

"Can you...Play this?" asked Dave as he handed over the pile of crinkled papers that were clutched between his hands.

Blue eyes looked at the sheets, hands reaching out slowly to grab them. He instinctively began to read the notes sprawled on the paper. There was no song title. Maybe this is one of Dave's songs, but why would he want John to play it? Usually his songs consisted of drums and beat boxing and...And....

"S...Sure...Dave." said John.

No movement was made between them for a solid minute before Dave took a deep breath in and stepped into the empty music classroom. Empty is an understatement because there, sitting in the center of the room, stood a sleek black piano. John's eyes widened with interest as he laid sight on it; Dave remembered that John plays the piano...

Fingers trailed over the black and white keys of the instrument, a soft note sung across the stilled room as a key was pressed down. Dave fidgeted next to the piano as he watched John admire his childhood hobby. How he allowed John slip away so easily...How he allowed to let himself slip away so easily.

"How do you want me to play this?" asked John.

The once pitched voice snapped Dave out of his trance as he looked at John who was now sitting down with the music sheets in place. How did he want this to be played out?? 

"Moderately Slow...If-If that makes sense." replied the blond. This song wasn't an original by him though, he'd get too emotional if he had John play an original by him for him.

There was a second pause before John nodded, placing his fingers on the designated keys. He counted softly before the song began. Dave listened carefully, the pace was perfect. He slowly walked behind John, staring down at his once best bro and current crush. The soft hum of the piano rang through the air as he prepared himself to sing; he took in a deep breath.