Danny Fenton x Dash Baxter

Torture or Fantasy

Chapter 1: Life Sucks for a Teenage Half Ghost.

Danny had been spacing out a lot recently. It doesn't help when you're fighting ghost, but he can't help it, a certain jock just won't leave his mind and it's driving him mad. One it's his bully, Dash Baxter, and two it's a guy, Danny does not want to start questioning his sexuality like this especially since he can't be a normal teenager given the ghost powers. "DANNY, WATCH OUT!" Oh yeah did he mention he fighting a ghost right now. Yeah life is great, note the sarcasm.

"Ugh, fuck my life." I say as I slide down the wall I just crashed into. I really need to pay attention or I'm going to get myself killed. I get my head into the fight and quickly beat this sort of octopus ghost thing.

"Are you ok, Danny?" Sam is worrying over me again it seems. "You've been real out of it lately is something going on?"

"No Sam, I'm fine. Just been thinking a bit too much." She looks at me with sceptical of my words, but doesn't say anything. One of the many things I like about Sam is that she knows when not to pry.

I drop Sam and Tucker off at their houses and head to mine. I'm exhausted a bit more so than usual after a fight. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm asleep, although when I wake up I regret falling asleep.

I look up into periwinkle blue eyes and can't stop myself when I go to kiss those soft lips. My eyes close so I don't see the rejection in his. He isn't responding so I pull away and look away. "S-sorry, I'll just go now, unless you want to pummel me to pieces." I turn to start walking away, when he grabs my arm and pulls me back kissing me with such passion my knees go weak. I can't help but to moan into the kiss as his tongue asks permission to enter my mouth. I comply and the kiss turns heated, I have to pull away to keep from doing anything else.

I wake up to my alarm covered in sweat and with a hard on. I groan and fall back onto my bed. Well guess it's time for a shower, preferably cold. I grumble under my breath already seeing a bad day ahead. I go downstairs not expecting anyone, since Jazz left for college mom and dad have holed themselves up in the basement working on their ghost experiments. I sigh and grab an Apple as my breakfast. I yell to the basement door that I'm off to school. I wait a second to see if they will respond in some sort of way. I hear heavy footsteps and mom appears in the doorway. "Bye sweetie, have a good day at school." Then she closes the door and goes back down stairs. I grab my backpack and head towards the door ready to go to school with Sam and Tucker.

As soon as I get to my locker I see Dash down the hall picking on some nerd and pray to whoever will hear me that he won't notice me. "Hey Fenton!" Damn it didn't work.

"Hey, Dash how are you doing this morning." Shut up before you dig yourself into a hole.

"I just wanted to see how your sister was doing was all." Is dash blushing? I shiver disgusted by the thought of dash with my sister. I ignore the part of my brain that's jealous by the thought.

I debate whether I really want to tell him about my sister, but if I lie he'll probably beat me up or something. "She's fine, why do you want to know?" Dash slams a hand by my head on the locker behind me and I flinch. I seriously need to stop passing Dash before I get myself killed.

Dash glares at me although I see something in his eyes I don't know what it is and I don't think I want to. "It's none of your business, Fenturd!" Dash moves his hand and walks away. I stare after him a little confused on what just happened.

Tucker looks at me with furrowed brows. "Dude, that was weird."

I nod agreeing with him. "You can say that again."

We all go our separate ways. None of us have a class together until we meet up for lunch then we have last period together. I fall asleep in class like usual, Mr. Lancer yelling at me to wake up and occasionally paying attention when something interesting is being talked about. Finally it's time for lunch. I go to our shared table and wait for Sam and Tucker. I see Dash at the A table and sigh. I look around the lunchroom not really in the mood for the cafeteria food and notice Sam and Tucker walk in. Once they get to the table we talk about what happened in class and complain about Mr.Lancer and trying to see if anyone could understand anything in Math. I feel my ghost sense going off and the atmosphere changes. I look towards the crashing sound I hear and see Skulker.

"Where is the ghost boy?" I look to my friends and we nod as they cover me. I transform and fly up.

"Hey tinhead, looking for me?" I fly towards Skulker and knock him out of the school so hopefully no one will get hurt.

"Ah, hello ghost boy. Are you ready to join my collection?" Skulker aims his arm ray at me and shots. I hit a wall and blast him with my ecto ray.

"Maybe you need to find a new hobby. I suggest knitting." I taunt him dodging another hit by turning intangible. I continue stalling long enough for Sam or Tucker to show up with the Fenton thermos.

"Danny, heads up!" I look down to see Sam tossing me the thermos. I aim it at Skulker and suck him into the thermos.

"Thanks, Sam." I float down to the ground and go to transform, but I notice Dash running towards us.

Once he gets to us he looks at me and I'm curious what he wants. People usually don't show up after a fight they have usually all left scared of the ghost. "I just wanted to say thanks for, you know saving us all the time." Why is Dash blushing I look to Sam and Tucker and they just shrug just as confused. "I wanted to know if it was possible to hang out sometime?" I stare shocked looking to Sam and Tucker who have matching looks.

"Um, I don't know D- um citizen-"

"Dash Baxter."

"Right Dash. Um I don't know I'm pretty busy with you know the whole fighting ghost thing." He looks at me like I just killed his dog and I can't help it. "But I guess I can make some time to hang out with you?" I am not entirely sure why I am doing this I should just stop and refuse, but the look on his face when I accepted his request was like heaven in a jar. I can't take it back now.

"Yes, how about Friday night around 7?"

I have no idea what I am doing or what is going through his head. "Sure sounds good I'll pick you up then." Apparently don't know what is going through my head either.