*ahem*
Anyway. High school! It's what many people remember about their earlier life, because it's when things start getting interesting. Naturally, right now, it's also where one David Nilsson finds himself spending a good half of his year, give or take. He doesn't really mind though, because, as I mentioned, things are getting interesting at last. Of course, it'd be better if they were interesting in ways that weren't alarming, but more on that later.
Things were going great! A new year, a hot girlfriend(Well, he thought she was hot, and that's all that really matters, ne?), and a wallet full of birthday cash from well-meaning relatives he'd never met had him in a wonderful mood. He'd just turned sixteen, and his parents were talking about getting him a good, reliable used car, and his girlfriend was getting... focused, on doing some things, when things got interesting in an alarming manner.
It was late on a Friday night, watching movies together at his house. His parents were out, and wouldn't be back until Monday, so, naturally, they were thinking of all the things the could do. One thing led quite naturally to another, culminating in her with her shirt off, straddling him as they made out on the couch, when things got strange. She complained, for a moment, about an odd taste, and a tingling sensation on her tongue, before she went... well, limp. She was still awake, but apparently was feeling QUITE nice indeed, and more than a little bit turned-on, to judge by how she was acting. Dave, however, being a generally good, nice guy, was rather freaked out, and managed to wriggle away, until she came down from what, as near as they could tell, was a high.
They settled down for about an hour, after that. Things had gotten weird, but both being teenagers, they couldn't really resist for too long. Dave, in particular, had a bit of trouble with daydreaming, imagining her doing certain things, only to be QUITE surprised when she acted on his thoughts, her hand rubbing up against his thigh, before they snapped out of it.
... needless to say, things didn't work out quite how either of them had hoped. That weekend, in fact, made things so strange that they're not really seeing each other right now. They're still friendly, but things get... awkward, when it's just them. Plus, ever since then, Dave's had the strangest cravings...
5'10, and rather solidly built thanks to a couple of strange habits, Dave stands out amongst the others of his class somewhat. Far from the stereotypical nerd, thanks to running every other day, and taking an actual sword-fighting class, he's got some defined muscle while still being fairly lean. His skin is tanned, from a lot of outdoor activities he MIGHT be a bit embarrassed to talk about, his hair is a ruddy brown, and his eyes are a nice, clear blue. His voice, when he speaks, carries a faint, possibly Scandinavian accent, though from which country is a bit hard to say. All in all, though, he's a nice-looking guy, and pretty pleasant, too! Even if he is a bit weird.
Oh. And if clothes matter, it's either shorts or jeans, with a button down shirt, the sleeve length of which depends on the time of year, and comfy sneakers.
