Lo and behold, here I am

And heres what I've brought

—

John just hugged you right at the spot.

"Um...?" You shifted uncomfortably in his arms, a light blush adorning your [CUTE] (s/c) face.

"Oh, sorry..." John moved away from you. "It's just that...you look so much like an old friend of mine....you both even have the same names..."

"Oh?" You tilted your head to the side, quite too cutely for John's favor, causing him to blush.

This marked a new friendship between the two.

—timeskip, like, a month later

The two of you had started getting close to each other. John had also found out that you liked and loved the same things before you were destroyed with the earth in the last session.

It was weird, but John didn't want it any other way.

The month after he met you, he hurriedly typed to Dave and told him about it.

--ectoBiologist started pestering turntechGodhead--

EB: daaaaave
TG: joooooohn
TG: what in the name of plush smuppet rumps is so damn important that you desire my presence
TG: i got ladies to woo, things to do
TG: hey that rhymes
EB: you know my best friend a few years ago?
TG: (M/N)? yeah i know him. why?
EB: he's kinda here
EB: and he claims to be the [class] of heart
TG: wait hold on a motherfucking second
TG: didn't he fall out of your fucking house?
TG: just because he didn't have the game?
EB: exactly!
EB: but im not complaining :B
TG: planning sloppy makeouts, are you, egbert?
TG: cant say im proud
TG: but i am
EB: yeah yeah
EB: by the by, i think davesprite is giving birth
EB: i can hear him groaning in pain
TG: oh shit
TG: gotta go
TG: bye egbert

--turntechGodhead ceased pestering ectoBiologist--

John sighed contentedly as he heard knocks on his door. He rushed downstairs and opened the door, seeing you in the same magenta shirt with the fushia heart on it.

John noticed that you were practically born in skinny jeans. He would honestly give anything to run his hands down your thighs.

He didn't even notice that you were holding Nic Cage related movies, like Ghost Rider and Con Air.

"John? You gonna let me in or not?" you chirped happily, causing John to snap out of his thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, sure!" he said, moving aside to let you in, to which you happily complied to, and giving John the perfect view of your ass.

But then, John mentally scolded himself. We just met a month ago. No dirty thoughts.

"So which one you want me to put in?" you asked the buck-toothed boy. "Con Air?" You bent down to the DVD thingy, the CDs on top and, again, giving John a perfect view of your ass.

[Im not turning this into a lemon. The shit in my mind is pretty messed up already...sorry guiz]

His face burned as you fumbled around with the TV remote as you stood straight back up.

Boy, this was gonna be a long movie date.

—

You fell sleep in John's lap at the end of Con Air, him holding back tears and his jaw tightened. He then sighed and looked down at your peaceful, sleeping face. He chuckled as he ran his hands through your (h/c) hair.

Your soft, (h/l) locks felt perfect on his fingertips, although you scrunched up your nose as he did, which he thought was cute.

Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you see is John's smiling face.

"Morning, sleeping beauty." John said as you sat up, a rosy hue on your (s/c) face.

"D-don't call me that..." You squeaked out in the most manliest way possible. Just kidding. You sounded tsundere af.

John turned you around and put his lips onto yours, and you let out a yelp in surprise. Your eyes shut closed as you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, him putting you on his lap.

Thus, the Heir and the [Class] started anew; as boyfriend and boyfriend.

—

RUSHED AND SHITTY, I KNOW.

BUT I HAVE A MAJOR WRITER'S BLOCK AND THEN THERES SCHOOL TO STRESS ABOUT

IM SO SORRY.