Chapter 4
Danny stopped at the door, resting a balled up fist on the white frame. He turned back to the jock, his blue eyes hard, his black eye luminous under the reflecting fluorescent lights.
Dash felt as if he were seeing for the first time, as if the rain had washed away an invisible curtain that had been distorting everything; Dash thought back to the ride to Fenton's, remembering the flash of lightening and the beautiful, eerie hues that he hadn't noticed before. He loved the ripple of the AC on his skin in the confines of Danny's car, and the scent of Danny all over.
Dash shook his head, seeing Danny staring at him. Danny was skinny... Maybe too skinny for his health to be okay. Dash saw the boys posture, like it was tired. He was pale, with dark rings under his radiant blue eyes. Maybe Dash hadn't paid attention a lot, but was Danny not always like this? Didn't people mock him for the faintness of his skin color?
"How do you not think I understand that?" Danny murmured.
Dash stared back at Danny, his face eerie in the faint florescent light of a lamp. He watched the quiver in the boys lip as his muscles seemed to tightened under his thin shirt. "W-what do you mean?"
"You don't think me parents pressure me into a career I don't want to be in? You think ghost hunting is my number one choice for after highschool? Do you not think they try to beat some sense into me, or did you honestly think you were the only one using me as a punching bag?" Danny was breathing hard and clenching his teeth. Dash sat dumbfounded, staring at the boy who had never tried to retaliate against any of the beatings.
Dash started to say something, but Danny exploded. "Shut up!" I slammed the door that he had half opened closed. Danny's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his face had reddened a few shades. Danny strode over to Dash, yanking the blonde up by the front of his borrowed shirt. Danny stood nose to nose with Dash, and the jock realized that he wasn't as tall as he thought he was.
"Why do you think I brought you here, Dash?" Danny asked, lifting the jock up higher by his shirt. Dash felt his bare feet rising from the ground, until nothing was touching the ground except his toes. Was Fenton really this strong?
"Probably to teach me a lesson." Dash croaked, pulling on Danny's wrists with his hands, trying not to panic as he lay in the will of the boy in front of him.
"Wrong." Danny scoffed, dropping Dash to the ground. He lost his balance, falling back onto the bed behind him.
Dash didn't know what to think as Danny leaned over him, pushing blonde locks that had strayed onto his forehead back. Danny very tenderly pressed his lips to Dash's, leaning into him for a few quiet seconds. Danny broke the kiss first, standing up, leaving Dash on the bed in shock.
"Thank you." Danny said. "for not leaving me alone."
He turned and left the room, and Dash heard as he walked slowly down the stairs and into the main part of the house.
Dash could only sit there and think... "What the hell?"
I'm really sorry its taking me so long in between chapters! Please be patient, and I love the comments you all are leaving! :) they're wonderful and really make this story worth while.