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They (being Jack and Maddie) had decided that the boys were going to sleep in Danny's room and Sam would be sleeping with Jazz in her room. Jazz was putting together some final additions on her project for Psychology 101 that was due in the morning and Sam was changing into a pair of pajamas Jazz had let her use.

"So, have you noticed anything weird about Danny lately?" Jazz started, trying to make conversation.

"Um, no…" Sam said, trying to avoid the conversation that she knew Jazz was trying to start.

"Really, Sam? You haven't noticed that in the past twenty-four hours, my brother has been acting rather strange around Dash? And that Dash, in return, has been acting just as strange when around Danny?"

"Nope," Sam replied briskly, trying so desperately not to gossip with her crush's older sister. Now, since she found out that Al was an empath, hiding those feelings became even more paramount.

"Are you trying to avoid this conversation?"

"Yes," Sam answered honestly.

"Don't you think that Dash having feelings for Danny might run interference with your feelings for Danny? I mean as I see it, now that you and Dash are trying to vie for my brother's attention, either choice he's going to make will hurt one of you," Jazz replied getting under the covers of the bed. "I personally don't care that Danny's bi, or even gay, but no one wins when they are forced to choose."

"It's his choice, Jazz," Sam replied, tempering her voice with an unnatural coolness on the topic, "so, if what you are say were even true, I have no say in the matter." With the statement, Sam on the bed, on top of the covers, since the room was comfortable to her.

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In Danny's room:

"Lord, have mercy! Guys! All I wanna do is sleep! I'm tired!" moaned Al.

"I ain't sleepin with Fentonio again," Dash yelled.

"Well, count me out," proclaimed Tucker.

"Boys, boys! You're both pretty, so quit your bickerin'" yelled Al at the two boys arguing who's gonna sleep with whom.

"Dash, just get in bed," Danny said coolly, trying not to let the empath feel his growing excitement over Dash's complaining. "Tuck'll sleep on the air mattress and Al's gonna sleep on the floor, since that mattress isn't big enough for the two of them."

"I don't care who sleeps where! I just wanna sleep!"

"We know, Al," Dash said through gritted teeth. He was starting to hate that new kid, but he just couldn't figure out why.

"I'm ok with sleeping on the twin mattress," Tucker said, pleased.

"And Dash, Danny's small, so you and he can share his full bed a lot better than me," Al said with a crooked smile. He was totally using his empathic abilities to his advantage at this point.

"But you're smaller than me, dude. You're about Danny's size," Dash said, not realizing he had just used Fenton's first name, "so why would I share when you would be more comfortable?"

"I've slept on the floor since I was a kid," Al responded. "I find that mattresses aren't firm enough for me, so I just sleep on the floor with two pillows."

"Whatever… Are we all ready for bed?" Dash growled.

"Finally! I've been ready!"

"Fenton, you got anything more to do?"

"Yeah, I've got to go brush my teeth, I'll be back in a minute."

"Alright, well hurry up. You're crazy parents will have us up at some ungodly hour…" Dash complained.

A couple minutes later, Danny walked in a dark room to see the new kid zonked out on the floor beside the bed on Danny's side. Tucker was playing on his PDA, no doubt checking email or playing some game. Dash had curled up on his left side with his shirt off. Dash was always hot, much less hot-tempered, so he always slept with his shirt off. Danny had noticed how warm Dash was simply by sleeping beside him, back to back, last night. Tonight, however, Danny just lay in bed, on his back, trying to count sheep or something, to lull himself to sleep. He could feel the quarterback's heat radiating and warming his own body. He turned on his left shoulder and fell asleep shortly from the warmth. Dash opened his eyes as soon as he heard the halfa snoring lightly. He looked over the body before him. He felt rather strange: he wanted to put his arm around the boy and pull him into himself. He didn't know how Danny wo– Since when did I start calling him 'Danny'? I'm glad none of the others caught that slip. Although, that new kid, Ross, he tends to be able to analyze thing rather well. And why do I want to pull him into my body. He lifted his right slowly, trying not to be seen (although it was a moonless night, the bright lights of FentonWorks still cast their green aura). He put his arm around Danny's waist and grabbed the boy like a giant football. It felt so natural. It felt good. He pulled the boy's body closer to his, trying his best to not awaken him. Dash thought that if he could move his body slowly, the dream Danny was having would guide him back into him. He succeeded in his actions, because Tucker never noticed the action, whether it was due to him being engrossed in his PDA or he was asleep, Dash didn't care. For the first time in his life, he felt happy. Maybe I am gay, but it's only for Danny Phantom. But here with Fenton, this feels like Phantom doesn't exist.