Dave Strider, the coolest kid in school, walked through the narrow hallways of the school. He never took his shades off, no matter how much the teachers yelled at him for having them on. His blonde hair was almost never cared for, but it still managed to be perfect in every way, according to most of his classmates. He wore a white shirt with a record on it, dark black jeans and red converse. His backpack also had a record on it. His best friend was John Egbert. He was just the opposite of Dave, instead of being the coolest kid in school, he was, well, pretty much the lamest. But Dave didn't think so. He thought John was pretty cool. He was nerdy at times but hey, you can't change who people are. Finally at his locker, Dave quickly put in his combination, (30, 17, 5) opened his locker, took out his textbooks, and slammed his locker shut. School sucks, he thought. All these heavy textbooks, and you never even use math outside of school! Besides basic math, that is. When will you ever need to find the area of a triangle? Never. Especially not himself. Lost in his thoughts, Dave accidentally bumped into someone, and dropped all of his textbooks, as did the other kid.
"Watch it!" He said, before he realized who it was. "Sorry." The kid looked up. "Dave?" Dave looked at him. Black hair, buck teeth, rectangle glasses, green slime ghost shirt. Yep, it was John.
"Uh," Dave managed to say. "Sorry Dave I didn't realize it was you!" "It's fine." "Want me to help you pick up your textbooks?" Dave had almost forgotten he had dropped them. "No, it's fine, I got it." Dave started picking up his textbooks. "You sure?" "Yeah." "Alright." John started picking up his books too. "Want too, uh, walk to class together?" John asked. "Uh, sure." Once Dave and John had gotten their textbooks, they headed down the hallway to History, not realizing they were holding hands.