Author's Note: My apologies for any OOC-ness! UoU I tried my best to keep these two IC as much as possible, all things considered!

"If they drag me shopping one more time I'm going to scream and drop kick an ice cream truck!" Danny Fenton all but screamed as he cornered Dash in the secluded locker room after practice.

"Ah, who?" was all Dash managed to blurt out as he slipped his jacket on. Also, what was that about an ice cream truck?

"Don't pretend like you don't know, like you don't..." Danny floundered, flustered and frustrated, "don't see them scheming like scheming...schemers!"

Dash quirked a brow as he slowly grabbed his backpack, not entirely sure if sudden movements were a wise idea or not. "Are you talking about Star and Paulina? I thought they liked you. They talk about you a lot."

Danny sighed loudly and flopped down on the metal bench, deflating. "Think about it. What is it they normally say about me?" Dash sat down next to Danny as he thought back.

A few weeks ago, they normally would have just commented on what dorks Danny and his friends were but after Dash, without asking for any opinions, all but gave Danny an open invitation to their lunch table and silently challenged anyone to say anything about it, any Danny-related conversation had changed...

They went from wondering if Danny knew how to act like a normal human being to wondering if Danny could help them pick out the best tops to go with their favorite shoes or if he knew any good hair stylists or if he knew how they could deal with their respective boy troubles.

Suddenly it clicked.

No wonder Danny was acting so irrationally pissed off. It wasn't irrational at all. "Oh. Oooh. They think you're like that."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Yeah. They do. I can't believe I'm saying this, but they have got to stop watching so much television! I've been really nice about it up until now because they're your friends, but this is really getting on my nerves. Just because you and I...well...you know, it doesn't mean I'VE changed. Look at me!" Danny cried out, flailing his hands about, "Does it look like I know anything about modern fashion for girls? Jeans and t-Shirts, what's so wrong with that? Maybe, maybe, a nice shirt if the occasion calls for it. I mean, I don't think I dress like a complete slob, but I sure as heck don't read girl magazines and surf the web looking up videos on how to put on make up! Don't give me that look, I know what teenage girls do! "

Dash smiled as he reached out, putting an arm around Danny's shoulders, pulling him into a half hug. "I think you look pretty good." Danny huffed but couldn't help the small smile that crept onto his face. Dash would never tell him to his face, but he knew Danny could be a bit vain about his looks if he got him at just the right moment. Dash was learning.

"Well, that's because we have similar tastes," Danny muttered, subtly leaning against Dash. He wasn't much for public displays of affection, but they were alone now. "But don't think I'm not still annoyed with them."

Dash nodded his head. "Listen, I get it. I'll talk to them and I'll get them to back off. Unless they want to, I don't know, watch ghost movies or whatever it is you like to do." He pulled Danny closer just a bit, resting his cheek on the top of his head.

"You have no idea..." Danny trailed off. A pang of guilt ran through him as he glanced over at Dash. He had wanted to tell Dash about…that other part of him, he really did, but at the last moment, he just confessed a love for ghosts, in general. Dash had gotten him a stack of ghost movies a couple of months ago out of no where and had insisted they watch them together. Danny was curious if Dash could handle some of the movies he had bought. Some of them scared even Danny and he faced ghosts in real life.

For now, he supposed it was alright. He was sure even Dash had secrets still. He gently rested his back against Dash's chest. Normally, the difference in build annoyed Danny, but there were times he didn't mind it so much. "But thanks. It means a lot to me that you understand."

Dash grinned. "Of course. I might not get why you do a lot of the things you do, but I get this. So... are you still mad?"

Danny stilled, having to think about it. No, he supposed he wasn't mad. Instead of a simple answer, he leaned up against Dash, hands resting on Dash's thigh to steady himself as he pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Let's go grab some burgers."

TBC