John sat alone lost in thought, when he felt a light tap on his shoulder, and a familiar voice saying, "hey John." He turned, saying, "yeah, Dave? What-" and was interrupted by Dave's face pressed against his own.
"C'mere," he whispered, to John's surprise. He leaned into John, only to be forcibly pushed away. "Wait, Dave," John commanded.
"Why? I'm just trying to kiss you," Dave explained. John refused. This only added to Dave confusion. He leaned onto John again in complaint. "Rahh…John, just kiss me," he whined.
"No, Dave. Listen - you can only kiss me if you take your shades off," John declared. Dave crossed his arms in outright refusal. "Nope," he said, decidedly. "Do you want a kiss?" John countered. "Yes," Dave urged. "Then give me your shades," John demanded, reaching up to remove them.
"No, um…" Dave stressed. "If you want my shades…you'll have to catch me first!" he exclaimed and ran off.
"So that's how you want to play," John smirked, and chased after Dave.
After a while, Dave lost track of John. "Huh? Where'd he go?" he wondered aloud. He began to worry. "This can't be good…" he mumbled. A small noise close behind startled him. What was that?!
Suddenly, John pounced on him, yelling, "GOTCHA!" They landed in a heap on the floor, with John sitting on top of Dave. "How about that, Strider?" he teased.
Dave smirked at him, sitting up. John reached over and pulled off Dave's shades. They gazed into each other's eyes, before leaning in to kiss. They pulled away long enough for John to say, "Happy now?" and for Dave to reply yes, then pressed together once more.