You raised your hand from the box and pulled out a small hammer. It seemed to be a replica of the hammer John had always used as a weapon. You smiled to yourself, knowing that being in the closet with your goofy friend Egbert would certainly be a time to remember.
“Aye, Egderp! Get your ass up here!” Dave shouted, nearly tripping over himself. Dave was pretty hilarious when he was drunk, and gog damn was he drunk.
You watched as John navigated his way to the front. He stood in front of you, the usual toothy grin plastered on his face. “Oh, hey [Name]! Are you excited?”
Before you could even think of answering, Dave pushed the two of you in the closet and shut the door. You muttered ‘yeah’ under your breath to answer John’s question, but you were pretty sure he didn’t hear.
“So, what do you want to do in here for seven minutes?” John asked. This couldn’t help but make you giggle. John was so clueless to stuff like this. You personally thought it was adorable, but you didn’t want to tell him that to his face.
You simply shrugged. Maybe soon he would figure it out.
“Well, maybe we could... have a tickle fight!”
Within seconds, John had jumped on top of you, reaching straight for your ribs. You were cackling loudly as he tickled your sides, making you twitch and flail. As much as you tried to get away, he only came closer to you.
Tears were about to pour down your face. “J-John! S-Stop!” You cried, laughing in between words.
“Never!” He shouted back, grinning at your laughter.
“J-John! I can b-barely breath!”
John blinked, and quickly stopped tickling you. He thought it was pretty funny, but he didn’t want to hurt you or anything. He rested his hands at his sides and looked at your reddened face.
“Are you okay?”
You slowly nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine.”
John leaned in closer to you. Your noses were practically touching. Now your face was not only red from lack of breath, but also from embarrassment. John’s face had a small tint of red as well. Suddenly, he dove in and kissed you. His lips didn’t taste like beer... in fact, they didn’t really have a taste - but they certainly made you feel as if you were floating.
“John, you can’t just go around doing the windy thing whenever you want,” Dave scolded in the now-open doorway.
You opened your eyes to realize that you didn’t feel like you were floating - you were floating. John was making you float in the air with him. You squealed and clutched John’s chest as tight as you could, afraid of simply falling out of the sky.
“Put me down, put me down, put me down,” You muttered, not daring to look around.
John grinned. “Can I at least float you up to the bedroom?”