Stuck with John

You see his tennis shoe is overturned and without thinking dash into it. The smell is prominent as you dash deeper into the teenage boy's footwear. John yawns and spreads his toes a bit while stretching. "Guess I'm out of socks," he realizes. "Whatever, I don't really care if my shoes smell a bit."
The sho you are in is jostled as a shadow covers the opening. You fall against the soft insole of John's shoe, it's slightly damp and retains the cheesy smell that a teenage boy's feet carry.