After waving goodbye to Dash, Danny hurried through the doorway and into the living room. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it, letting out a deep breath.
That was way too close. If Dash hadn't been there Danny would've been toast for sure. It was a good thing Dash actually seemed to be pretty quick thinking. Danny was sure the ghost hunters didn't actually see his human form, but Dash's hoodie and jacket would help hide any resemblance to his ghost form.
His hoodie and jacket that he was still wearing.
"Uh, Danny?"
Danny jumped when he heard Jazz clear her throat and say his name. He looked at where she was standing by one of the windows looking out onto the street.
"Was that Dash?"
"Yeah." Danny nodded.
"Why was Dash dropping you off?" Jazz squinted her eyes at him. "And why are you wearing his jacket?"
Danny opened his mouth to respond when Jazz gasped.
"Oh my god. Is this what I think this is?" Her eyes were darting quickly between Danny and the window and he just shot her a bewildered look.
"Uh, I don't know what you think this is, but no?" Danny pushed away from the door and started heading towards the stairs. "I got stuck running away from some ghost hunters after they hit me with something that changed me to my human form. I literally ran into Dash and he decided to help me by disguising me and staging a fakeout makeout."
"What?!"
Danny made a placating motion at her, pausing at the foot of the steps. "Don't worry there was no touching of the lips and I'm still half alive so it all worked out."
"Why are you still wearing his hoodie and jacket then? Why didn't you give them back?"
He shrugged and started heading up the stairs. "I tried but he told me to keep them until Monday since it was raining when he dropped me off. Said he had another jacket in his car."
Jazz groaned and Danny thought he heard Jazz mumble something, the only word he could make out was "oblivious" though.
Ignoring that, Danny reached the top of the stairs and headed to his room. "Okay well if you need me I'll be in my room trying to sleep off whatever they hit me with."
He walked down the hallway and through his doorway, closing the door behind him. Turning on his light he stretched his arms up above him, yawning, and went to go find some pajamas to wear to bed.
He didn't know why Jazz was being so weird. It was literally just clothes. And it was to save his life! She should be relieved, not whatever that was.
Danny shrugged out of the letterman jacket and he looked at it. Dash was just being nice. He wasn't such an asshole anymore. He was doing what anyone would do when someone was being chased by people who are hunting you down. Yeah.
Danny pulled the hoodie off and started changing into his pajamas. As he was about to pull on his shirt he looked back at the hoodie, mentally debating. The hoodie was very comfortable, but it was also Dash's. Would it be weird to sleep in it? Would Dash care? He seemed to trust Danny enough to lend him the articles of clothing for a couple days.
Shrugging, Danny pulled the hoodie on again and turned off the light before he climbed into bed. Pulling the covers tight around him, Danny tried not to think about what Dash looked like when their faces had been inches apart.