I'm Not Alone - JohnDave (SFW)

On the Tips of Your Toes

So you're the blonde. 
And you just did this. 
For some reason you're acting the gayest of gay.
You're about to dance with John.
A slow  dance might you add.
You hope it won't turn to literal shit.

You looked around to see if any one was near, deciding to move away from the gym, somewhere you know no one would go. You both traveled towards the ninth grade hallway, which was blocked by the gate. But that didn't stop you. You opened the big steel gate and slipped through.
"Where are we going? We're not supposed to be here." John asked, looking around him.
"Do I ever follow rules, John?" You asked as you pulled him to the other side. The brunette shook his head and stepped in front of you. He was a bit nervous. He kept looking at you and his hands were god awfully warm with sweat. You looked around one last time, no one. You push up your black shades and look at him, giving a smile. 

"So you have no idea how to dance?"
"Not at all." 
You chuckled, keeping his hand laced with yours. You can totally tell that he was super nervous. Your presence even makes his knees buckle. Okay, not really. It's the cool kids life. 
You hand traveled its way to the other teen's side, close to his bony hip. 
"No homo right?" John added as he looked at you.
"Well," you thought on something to say, deciding to move your shades on top of your head and looking at him through his glasses with your dark rich red eyes. "It depends if you think it's homo. Two guys dancing, it's cool. Two guys slow dancing, then it's a fucking new book. It's so homo. So you better be ready to change yourself towards the gays man." You ranted, grinning at him. 
He was so totally not ready. 

Be the not ready homosexual?
You guess you're John now.

You're gay now. Cause Dave told you that if you two are slow dancing, you have to be gay. Well, bisexual. But you're somewhat gay. Anyways. 
So of course he's gay, since he told you earlier. And you can't really deny it since, you seriously like him. 
He was holding you close, you can actually see his eyes, he's happy and smiling, it's a gay's paradise. His eyes never bothered  you. It was like staring into a hot ass vampire. That doesn't sparkle. 
You felt a little secure with his hands on you, as if he was protecting you. You were already weak. Hardly able to keep your stammering voice from stuttering.
John c'mon, he's ready to go, stop day dreaming! 
Oh, god, right! You must've looked stupid with your dreamy filled eyes looking at him. You shook your head slightly and dumbfound-idly asked him "What?"
"Can you hear the music?"
Music from the gym can be clearly heard through the big ass speakers. You nod with a 'yeah' and look at him.
"Alright, just feel the beat man. Like the stupid DJ you are."
He tapped his foot lightly, perfectly with the beat. You try to follow too, trying to keep your head straight.
The blonde started to move a bit, his torso moving side to side with the rhythm of the song.
"Now all you have to do is just move with me, alright?"
You nod and watched him, his hands guiding you to rock with him.
After a little while, Dave decided to move his feet around. His black shoes tapping against the tiled floor around in a circle. You followed him with the guidance of his hands, as if your feet automatically fixed themselves with Dave's. You guys just moved around, not saying any words, just having your hands clamped and your eyes on each other. 

Eventually the song went to a soft slow song. Even more lovey-dovey at this point. Dave chuckled and looked at your eyes. 
"Now it's homo. More homo than you've ever been." The other said quietly. He stopped the circle movement, starting to move slowly with his feet staying in the same place.
It was just you two, dancing to a song, and with your heart beats synced. It just made you feel all stupid inside. Your face was warm while your stomach jumped and piled up with butterflies, making you nervous on messing up. But you'd know Dave wouldn't care. It was just you two.
Dave had his eyes almost closed, but still looking at you. You could feel his gaze upon you, just seeing your every feature. You feel his hand that was on your hip pull you closer. You sigh softly as you met his gaze, smiling to where your eyes squint slightly. And you could just feel him get closer and closer. Your body complied, inching your head towards his. His breath was short and warm, making your heart skip a beat. 

Both of your eyes close while you feel him break the space between you two...

You love Dave Strider.
You love John Egbert...