I can't agree with the review by Guest who has an issue with my use of italics or numbers. But they were entitled to their opinion so I can't say they're wrong or right, but do try to find something other than that and my lack of impeccable detail to constitute a story for any kind of sucking. I would have liked to know what else you must have had a hard time with concerning my fic that really grated on your nerves, were there too many mistakes. Did I repeat 'him', 'his', 'he', or 'Fenton' too much? Where the characters not believable? Was there no chemistry between Danny and Dash?
This was my first time writing a pairing of two men, after all.
But enough rambling, I hope this chapter is a little more to their tastes…I'm keeping the specific use of italics though.
FentonWorks: Saturday
Shifting under clean smelling sheets a large, muscular arm pulled the blankets over his head in an attempt to block out whatever that repetitive buzzing in his ear was. Through the covers Dash groaned tiredly as the noise permeated through his warm shield. In a last ditch effort to hold onto the comfortable feeling of sleep he pressed his pillow over his blond head.
The buzzing still broke through however, and a moment more there was a yawn that came from somewhere outside the hall. Dash blinked the sleep from his eyes as sleep continued to evade him. He huffed as he turned over on his back to stare up at the white ceiling of the Fenton guest bedroom. As Dash woke his hearing sharpened, the buzzing coming at repetitive intervals that he realized was an alarm clock.
Rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand he sighed until he heard the faint sound of shuffling outside his door and then a soft knock.
He raised a questioning brow and sat up, throwing his legs over the edge.
"Dash, this is Mrs. Fenton. Do you think you could wake up Danny for breakfast." Came the tired lilt of Fenton's mother. Gulping, but finding his throat dry, Dash stood and walked up to the door and opened it to come face to face with the curvy woman. Her impeccably groomed bob was brushed neatly dispite the early hour; she had not slept in her teal ghost hunting jumpsuit. She wore a slept in set of pajama's with little green ghosts printed on the pants and button up shirt.
She gave the young man a polite smile as she met his blue eyes. For a moment Dash could have sworn he saw a look that regularly crossed her sons face too, amusment. Unconsciously, he shook his head and gave the mother a tired smile.
"No problem Mrs. F, I'm guessing that's his alarm clock going off?" Dash pointed his thumb in the direction of her sons' closed bedroom door where the racket was coming from. The red headed mother sighed as she put an ungloved hand to cup her cheek in.
"I just don't understand sometimes, he sets his clock yet never bothers to actually wake up to it. I swear, that boy sleeps like the dead." The woman said, a frown upon her lips gave away her worry for a moment before it curled up. Just about the entire Casper High body was familiar with the supposed troublemaker Fenton was.
Dash never really paid much mind to it, half the time it was mostly him and his friends passing the blame to him. No one wanted the schools money makers to be forced of the team for a season anyways. Last year the jock never really gave much heed to it, he didn't care that the nut cash families youngest took all the blame. As long as he got to do what he wanted, Fenton could disappear off the face of the earth.
That is…until his hormones caught up with him the moment Dash noticed Danny Fenton turned sixteen.
"Tell him it's a French toast Saturday and I'm sure he'll spring up real quick." She mentioned before turning to continue down the hall and to the ground floor.
Glancing over to the door that lead into Fenton's room and gave himself a sly smirk. Sure, he hasn't really touched the guy in a bully sort of since the first week of Sophomore year, but that doesn't stop the troublemaker in Dash from peeking through to tease the blue eyed boy.
Finding himself in front of the door, the teenager cracked the bedroom door open and peeked through silently. Though in hindsight, with the noise happening in the guys' room he was pretty sure he didn't have to worry about waking him up too early.
Standing next to his bed, Dash turned off the clock alarm then cast his dark blue eyes towards the lump hiding under a thick comforter. Slowly, so as not to disturb the boy breathing deeply in sleep, he hooked his hand under the edge of the covers and pulled it down until a head of chaotic black hair sticking up in all different directions appeared in his sight.
The bully pulled the blanket down farther and had to hold his free hand over his mouth to stifle a snort at the sight before him.
Fenton was there, obviously, eyes closed and breathing even; his thin form was curled into himself with a pillow firmly between him with pale arms that hinted of more muscle than he had at fourteen wrapped around it. Dash would never admit it, but it was kind of cute.
The upward twitch of his lips was forced down. He needed to stop this, whatever it was that was happening to him. That little tickle in his throat, that girlish fluttering that all his favorite romance novels described. It had only been one day since he hadn't attempted to lay a violent hand on the teenager before him and no matter how much he would admit to liking men there was no way in hell he would start seriously admitting he thought Danny Fenton of all people were cute…So, he takes back his previous statement.
Dan—Fenton wasn't cute. He wasn't cute yesterday night in his tight fitted jeans, he was cute lying on his stomach on his bed with a pencil pressed against his lips, and he most certainly wasn't cute curled up in a little ball hugging a pillow with a rocket ship pillowcase.
Dash stared a little longer at the sleeping form, more than he should have really when trying to convince himself he really shouldn't continue with his train of thought. Instead, the muscular football player lifted his arms, a sneaky smirk on his face as he got ready to give Fenton the scare of a life time.
Opening his mouth, he got ready to shout out one big 'BOO'.
He lurched forward, ready to strike. But then, something else struck him first.
It happen far more quickly than he could have ever predicted from a guy so unlikely to defend himself in the past. One moment he was leaning in close, ready to pounce, the next, a pale fist came crashing down on his cheek with enough force to actually throw him back on his ass.
Dash brought a hand to his cheek just as he let out a hiss of pain. His mind rattled and eyes blink in disbelief as he sat on the bedroom floor with his legs spread about and shoulders tense. Fenton, the Fenton, had just punched him, Dash Baxter, in the face, with the force of what he could only describe as a freight train. And worst of all, he had been asleep when he did it.
A tanned finger brush against his tinder flesh and he felt himself wince. It was going to leave one hell of a bruise to.
His eyes darted up to see if Fenton was still so dead to the world. However, sitting pin straight, with his hair screaming anarchy and his tank top rumpled and slept in was Fenton. He was wide eyed and left with his jaw hanging open at the sight he woke up to. No doubt confused as to why Dash of all people was tending to his wounded cheek and as of right now, wounded pride.
"Dash!?" Fenton finally gasped out after his flopping lips found how to release speech again. "Did you seriously just try to sneak up on me?" he asked like it was the craziest thing in the world.
And a part of him was starting to think so. But the other just felt the lithe boy just got in a lucky punch. Dash felt himself scowl by habit.
"What the hell was that Fenton?" he seethed as he stood back on his feet to tower over the smaller boy. However, there was no flinch or tensing on Fenton's part, the boy showed anything but fear. In fact, Dash furrowed his brow, vivid blue eyes were alert and pinned right on him. Like a panther about to leap onto his prey.
Dash forced his body not to shiver at the unwavering gaze that locked him in place and made him swallow his words. This Fenton was someone he wasn't very use to, was this what he was like in a place he was comfortable with? He heard once, animals that were usually skittish and nervous in places they were uncomfortable it. Yet, when placed in a familiar environment their whole attitude could change.
Dash shook away his thoughts for now, he didn't like what his mind was coming up with.
"If you were already up you should have just said so!" The jock ground out.
Light blue eyes flashed with an unreadable expression before their owner sighed tiredly. Throwing his legs over the edge of his bed then ran a hand through thick, messy locks of black hair.
"I wasn't, I just have good instincts." The Fenton grumbled before looking up at him with that same alertness that put the jock on edge.
"So?" he asked.
Dash crossed him arms, a wrinkle in his brow. Fenton threw his hands up in defeat.
"Why did you wake me up at…" Fenton spared a glance over to the alarm clock that started this shit. His eyes squinted in annoyance. "A quarter after nine?"
"Your mom said it was French toast Saturday." Dash shrugged.
Just like Mrs. Fenton had said, her son straightened up sharply before big blue eyes cornered him. The shorter sixteen year old grabbed hold of Dash's arm. A silence washed over them and for a moment, Dash hoped the guy wouldn't punch him again. Because it freaking hurts.
"Seriously?" he whispered to the jock. Dash looked down at the deathly serous expression on his classmates face.
"Uhh, yeah?"
That big dopy grin that made Fenton look like a puppy or something spread across his face just then before patting the jock on his right arm.
"Yes! I've been waiting three weeks to have moms French toast again!" the boy cheered. Dash watched the childlike glee take over the person he had regularly stuffed in a locker, it was odd.
The expressions he normally saw when confronted with Fenton's presence was always tense and hurried. The bullied simply asking him to get whatever torture the other had planned done quickly so they could go about their day. Watching the teenager prance happily out of his room was a vast difference from the dull looks, apathetic eyes or distracted mutters that normally came with the two being within the same vicinity of each other.
It was French toast Saturday and Fenton was acting like a kid in a candy store with big eyes and bright smiles.
A big hand couldn't help control the smile that hid behind it. Was Fenton really like this? When he wasn't at school or running off skipping his classes? Dash walked out into the hall and towards the stairs.
Was this the loser that never complained or cried these past two years while he and his friends constantly harassed and belittled him? Was he really this excitable?
There was no dark look of annoyance; there was nothing that rooted him to the spot in fear because here in this brick building was where Fenton was Fenton. Or at least, the Fenton that didn't get tormented by petty bullying.
Entering the kitchen Dash was privy to a black haired teenager dancing like a fool with a stack of plates in his hand as his mother stood by the stove dunking wheat bread into a bowl of milk and eggs. It looked like any other Saturday morning for a family.
From behind him, the towering bear that was Jack Fenton walked into the kitchen. Dash had almost yelped. He had never really seen Jack Fenton up close before. Sure, he had known the man was huge, but seeing this as the first time he ever really saw the man outside the basement or driving the family death trap Dash admitted to himself that even he was intimidated by the sheer bulk of the man.
The father yawned, still half asleep before sitting at the table. He wished his son and wife good morning and started rambling about all the prototypes in what the Fenton's apparently called a lab that needed to be retested.
Was this really the home of the Fenfreaks? Crazy ghost hunting parents with an underachieving son and genius daughter who wanted nothing to do with them? Dash walked over to the table when Danny looked up with a big smile and waved him over. He took a seat and the boy set a plate down for him before taking the one next to him. Dash blinked up at the pajama clad family in what he could only describe as confusion.
It wasn't long before Mrs. Fenton brought over a pile of freshly made French toast, the scent of cinnamon, warm bread and maple syrup filled the space. Her husband dug in immediately while their son waited as his mother filled the plate.
Dash felt a little out of his element as he sat down to the warm breakfast of the family everyone else in town had condemned and ignored and whose son he bullied constantly as a freshman. He stared at the parents. Jack was talking animatedly with his wife about the list of inventions they had that still needed fine tuning before they could be considered for on field use. Their son listened quietly as he ate what Dash believed to be his second slice of cinnaminy goodness that was Mrs. Fentons cooking.
Dash almost forgot though, as soon as he looked around the table.
"Hey, Fenton, where's your sister?" Dash poked him with a syrup sticky fork. Fenton glared down at where the fork had poked him and wiped the syrup of his arm with a napkin.
"Jazz? She's over in Wisconsin with a…friend of the family to check out the university there. She'll be home tomorrow." He shrugged and continued to eat happily.
With breakfast done and dishes in the dishwasher Mrs. Fenton turned to the two boys as Jack left through a thick metal door in the kitchen that lead to the basement.
"Danny, your father and I will be leaving the lab in your care while we go out for a bit, ok?" Mrs. Fenton started as her son looked up from the television in the room across from the kitchen he and the boy were watching.
Dash caught Fenton's eye for a moment, something passed through them that had the blond frowning.
"Uh, sure mom, anything that I should check that needs to stay stabilized?"
A puzzled look crossed Dash's face, did Fenton even know what he was talking about?
There was a short pause before the older woman's voice spoke again.
"Yes, you should know which ones they are, I labeled them, just don't go opening the jars or you might contract another ghost bug."
"Gotcha, check labeled jars, don't open. Should I not tap the glass either?" He listed off with a mischievous grin when the sound of heavy doors opened in the kitchen. Fenton's parents told them good bye and that there was something in the freezer that can be warmed up for dinner. With the sound of the front door closing then locking Dash was well and truly alone with the growing enigma that was Danny Fenton.
Sitting back into the couch with the blond he didn't look at all ruffled after being asked to check on whatever dangerous experiment his parents had going on.
"Wait, your parents have a lab?" Dash did a double take as Danny gave him a condescending smirk.
"Well duh, you didn't think my parents kept the welder and dangerous ghost hunting weapons in the living room where just any crazed up fruitloop could get to it, did you?" The boy shrugged as if it was no big deal. For a moment, Dash had to remember with a family like his, stuff like a lab under the house really must not faze him at all. Weirdo.
Fenton didn't bother to speak after his one snarky remark of the day; Dash didn't feel up to saying much either. He didn't really know what to say. Dash and the other teenager had never been in a predicament that would bring them into such proximity to each other while alone. How was he supposed to act? Unlike Fenton, who seemed to be taking the fact that he invited the bully into his home is stride, Dash was floundering around inside his mind for any idea on how to act. He wasn't used to being this quite around someone.
Him and his friends were loud and always actively bouncing around each other. With guys, like his best friend Kwan, he was so use to all the different things they talked about. Sports, school, girls, they had so much in common that they could talk with each other for hours before they decided what to do next. Paulina and he, they go way back. She was probably the only girl he could really deal with jumping on his back and ordering him around like a pack mule as they laughed about something funny her grandmother said.
But Fenton.
Dark eyes wandered over to the contently silent form on the other side of the couch as they flipped through the channels of their TV.
Fenton was another matter. He didn't know him, didn't know his likes or dislikes, or what he liked to talk about. He didn't know if he could rough house like the rest of the jocks on his football team. He wasn't even sure if he even wanted to talk with him. Maybe the silent treatment was just his way of hoping this strange turn of events ended quickly.
"So" came the drawn out sigh of the boy currently plaguing his mind. "Are you going to say something, or just stare at me all day? Because I do not enjoy it."
Dash blinked and brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck, not entirely sure of what to say.
"Uhhh…"
He watched Danny give him a dubious look. Dash threw his hands up in exasperation.
"Look, I don't know what to say at all ok!? I'm in the home of the guy I would torment all of freshman year and he's acting as if none of it ever happened!" Dash exclaimed with a pointed glare towards his current conundrum.
Danny had the audacity to look confused for a moment before shaking his head with a sigh.
"I told you before Dash. I'm not mean like you, of course I would help."
"Yeah—but…" Dash dropped his head into his hands and stayed like that until he could feel Danny's icy blue eyes boring holes into him.
"Why? How?" he groaned.
"I'm not sure what you're asking Dash?" Fenton questioned.
"How can you be so…so nice? So, I don't know, good? And why?" his large hands rubbed his face before looking up at the teenager sitting across the couch with him. Hard eyes studied the tilt of Danny's head and the way his brow furrowed in open confusion. His hosts vivid eyes showed all of what he could possibly be feeling. It was amazing just how open the boy seemed right now with his emotions. Was Fenton always like that?
"Look," a pale hand found its way to Dash's shoulder. Through the warmth of Dash's own body he felt a distinct shiver crawl down his spine from Fenton's cool hand. "I don't know what you're expecting me to say. I mean, yeah, you bullied me. A lot. But, the thing is…I don't hate you." Blue clashed with blue as Dash was caught in that clear crystal that shined with a simple truth.
"I got hurt by you, humiliated more than once…But I've never been the type to keep grudges for something as petty as a bully doing what a bully does." He shrugged before that lopsided smile made an appearance. And Dash couldn't really understand how, or why, but it made him give the boy a smile of his own.
"Geez Fenton…were you always so...—"
"Forgiving? Selfless? Foolish?" he suggested with a growing smile.
"Yeah, let's go with one of those." Dash snorted. Dash kept his eyes on Danny until both couldn't help a short bought of laughter. The chill of the black haired teenagers hand quickly left the blonds shoulder then as the two tried to collect themselves.
They sit in a comfortable companionship then with the television in the background playing some Saturday morning cartoon. Dash was just starting to get the strange feeling in his stomach to settle down when he noticed Fenton getting to his feet. He stretched, the tank top he was still wearing rod up and Dash found himself glancing down to see the hem of his low riding pajama pants.
"Uh, what are you doing Fenton?" Dash cleared his throat as the other walked around the couch.
Looking back at him, Fenton gave him that snarky smile that made him look like the troublemaker the school deemed him to be.
"Well. My mom did tell me I have lab experiments to check on, Dash…And before you ask, no you cannot go down into the lab, too dangerous for someone not accustomed to it." The boy raised up a deceptively thin arm as if to wave the blond off as he started to lift himself off the couch. But Dash wasn't going to have none of that.
If there was suppose to be a super cool laboratory right under his feet that's owned by the crazy ghost hunters in town, he wanted to see it. However, the look their youngest child was giving him as he looked down at the blonds sitting form told another story.
It was hard getting use to this new and hardly threatened home version of Fenton. Unconsciously he felt a hand reach up to rub his bruised chin from earlier this morning.
"Come on, if you're so familiar with all the doodads then just tell me not to touch it! I mean, it isn't everyday you get to see a secret laboratory that everyone in town suspects actually exists. And I'll probably follow you down even though you just warned me not to."
Danny looked like he wanted to complain and reject the idea. However, in the end, he gave one of those big put upon sighs and shrugged.
"Fine, just no flash photography and keep your hands to yourself." Dash catches up easily to the other as they walk into the kitchen and long, pale arms pull open the thick metal door at the end of the room like it was any other wooden one from inside the town house.
He looked back at Dash with another pointed look.
"I mean it Dash, please don't touch anything. The lab isn't some playpen, we have things that can cause some serious harm to both human's and ghosts alike."
Dash waved his hand to the side in childish impatience.
"I'm not stupid Fenton, I heard you the first time. Now are you going to take me down there or not?"
Fenton rolled his eyes and lead then down the stairs.
The lab, to Dash's utter amassment, was something he never imagined. Shiny, sleek metal reinforced a room much larger than what the ground floor covered; he was sure by the width of the space it reach under the neighboring buildings and the road too. The space was an open floor plan and harsh florescent lights as well as tall, cylindrical containers that lined the walls illuminated the space the full length. The containers filled with questionable green goo like substance that threw an eerie green light across the shelves and weapons—also of questionable use—that lined the walls.
Dash stood at the foot of the stairs in a dumb founded stupor as Fenton walked through the lab with an uncomfortable familiarity and headed off to the side that did not have what looked to be the entrance to a place beyond the lab. It was closed with what he thought must be another obnoxiously thick metal door with hazard tape around the perimeter of it.
The jock decided he wanted nothing to door with it and rushed over to where he saw Fenton disappear too without looking at where exactly he was going. Feeling a chill run down his spine, he didn't stop before bumping harshly into the thin frame of Fenton. The other made a strangled sound as something clattered, then sighed. Dash turned behind him in time for a flash of neon green to glare at him. Dash gave a startled gasp before bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. When he opened them again it was just a cold blue that chilled him to the bone as Fenton lifted the container in his hands that hand toppled over that moment he bumped into his host.
Dash had the courtesy to look apologetically as he stepped back some to sit in a metal chair that was tucked under the durable looked examination table. With a muttered apology, Fenton set the container back onto the container and pulled out a clip board and pen from somewhere.
Dash didn't pay much attention to what it was that Fenton did as he took the time to look around some more. A few more durable tables formed a row of three. One of them was filled with beakers and test tubes of all sorts with different colored liquids.
"Man…" he sighed. "Your parents really are crazy mad scientists aren't they?" he said off handedly. Fenton grunted, thought it sounded neither of a denial or affirmation.
"My parents can be…easily excitable…and biased in their scientific study is all." The black haired youth sighed as he scribbled something down without looking at his current companion.
"However, if you're wondering if it's even legal to do the things they do then, yes. My parents are fully certified geniuses. They got the Doctorates and PhD's and all that jazz."
Dash couldn't help but whistle as he laid an elbow on the table so his head could rest in his hand.
"You'd never imagine, what with your old man's habit of driving that giant contraption you call an RV like a crazy person."
Fenton shrugged and continued to work, it cast the lab in utter silence once more and Dash gulped dryly. He turned from avoiding the boy to watching him as he wrote. His cold eyes were fully attentive of the goop floating in their containers like it was a lava lamp. Something about it didn't sit well with Dash—not the goop—but Danny. In school, the guy was tired and inattentive unless it was to make a sudden break for the door to run off to one of those infamous bathroom breaks. To see him actually studying something made him look out of his element. At least to the jock.
"What about you?"
Danny raised a brow as a sign he was listening.
"What about me?" he asked.
"Your parents are apparently geniuses, obviously your sister has the highest test scores in Casper High…what's up with you?"
Fenton was quiet for a long time after that. His impersonal expression faded into a small frown before he finished writing down what he needed and placed the clip board off to the side of the table. The teenager turned his chair away from the table so his back could lean on the edge. He gave a silent shrug.
"You've seen my test scores. I'm the black sheep of the family I suppose."
Dash scratched the back of his head in thought at that. Was that what he thought of himself compared to his family? Though…he could see why he would feel that way with such an overachieving sister like Jazz Fenton. Yet, his gut made that weird flip flop that he got around Fenton and he found he didn't quite think the guy should sell himself short.
"I can't say I really agree with that. There were plenty of times last year where I thought you were really smart…" as a joke he wrinkled his nose. "Ew, I can't believe I just called you smart."
Danny snorted with a disbelieving shake of him head.
"Yeah? Name one time this imaginary genius of mine reared its ugly head?"
"That time all our parents were kidnapped, you were the only one that kept a level head and even formed a rescue party." Dash pointed out.
"Anybody could have done that, I just supplied the weapons."
"Those pranks you use to pull on me…I'm still trying to figure out how all those teddy bears got into my locker."
Danny snorted at that one and Dash watched him crack a tiny smile. His own lips twitched.
"Childs play." He offered.
"Nope." Dash rejected. "Just your own, weird form of genius, at least, that's what I think."
"Wow. I think Hell has frozen over Dash. A use-to-be bully and his target having a conversation…and you're trying to list of my good points. Whatever did I do for karma to be so kind?" Danny replied in that snarky voice he knew so well.
"Shut up, Fenton, let me be nice to you."
The two glanced at each other then and couldn't help the light laughter that overwhelmed them.
"Hey…think I could stay another night. I still don't really feel up to facing my dad." Dash suddenly asked.
"Your dad? Is that why I found you down at the park? You had a fight with your dad?" Fenton asked curiously. Dash smacked his forehead and gave a silent curse to his sheer idiocy. Shit, he never mentioned why he didn't want to go home last night. He was trying to keep it under wraps and look what he went and did.
But it had been so damn natural to just spill in front of the other boy. It came out without Dash so much as thinking of the consequences. Giving a non committal grunt, the thicker set male ran a sweaty hand through his hair before pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Geez…smooth Dash, you weren't suppose to just spill your guts."
A cold touch on his muscular bicep told him Fenton had put a hand on him in a soft, reassuring touch. It made the nerves in his arm go crazy and his eyes shut tight to let invisible nails run down his spine and flip his stomach like a pancake.
"You know, I won't say anything about it if you just want to talk." Danny murmured off to his side. His voice was soft and low and made Dash want to do whatever it told him too.
"Well I…"
"Yes?"
Dash sighed as he looked down at the innocently concerned face of his host. His eyes focused solely on the jock while his long fingers wrapped lightly around the blonds' arm and gave a reassuring squeeze. It made Dash gulp, for a split second his mind went completely blank as he focused on nothing but the plump, soft looking lips that were down turned into a frown.
Danny's lips looked so…
Nice?
Pale?
Yummy?
No…kissable.
It took what Dash suspected as three calls to him from Danny to bring his sudden train of thought to an abrupt halt as he looked back to the concerned sixteen year old.
"Uh..right—no, I'm good. Just spaced out there for a second, what were we talking about again?" Dash stuttered through his words as pink warmed his cheeks in a way he hoped Fenton never notice.
"Your daddy issues Dash?" Danny pointed out with a cheeky grin that made Dash want to give up articulating anything other than girly sigh.
"Right…calling it that won't help at all."
"Back to the point." Danny waved off Dash's complaint before sitting back up in his chair and, sadly, bringing his hand back to his lap.
Dash bit his lip before making another exasperated sound and started whatever this thing was. Fenton Therapy, maybe?
"So, let's say my dad isn't the most…open minded guy. He's a thick headed mule and my mom's pretty fed up with it at this point into their marriage—" Danny interrupted just then by lifting his hand in between the two of them.
"I'm not after gossip about your home situation Dash, just tell me what's got you borderline running away from home."
"…I sorta came out to my parent I don't plan on getting a girlfriend. Ever." Dash decided to spill in one fell swoop so he wouldn't have to drag out the oddity that was confiding in Fenton who was so damn easy to confide in.
"Dad got pissed, obviously, mom doesn't really mind…but me and dad got into an argument and he kicked me out saying not to come back until I've 'cooled off'"
Danny kind of sat there for a few seconds to blink before furrowing his brow and looked up confused.
"Uh, by come out, you mean…" he dragged out as his hands move around as if that would get the words out.
"Gay." Dash supplied with a shrug.
"Oh."
"…."
"Oooooh!" The reaction was a bit slower than he'd have thought. But Dash couldn't really say he minded since he got to see the gears turning in his hosts vivid blue eyes before confusion morphed into realization. Then realization turned into embarrassment as the boy looked up at him with big, owlish eyes and his pale skin bloomed into the color of cherries all the way to his ears. Danny blinked up at him with a look that spoke volumes, all of which said nothing of disgust, or hatred.
But then again, Danny Fenton had never really been one to show any sort of hatred towards anyone, not even to the kids that liked to push him around.
Dash couldn't help the grateful smile that found its way to his lips as he waited for the boy to collect himself. It didn't take long, however, Fenton still wore a pleasant blush over his cheeks as he gave Dash one his own tiny smiles.
He had just started to say something when, from upstairs, they heard the front door open. Danny looked over Dash's shoulder to the stairs and shook his head.
"I guess we should head back up stairs. You don't want to get stuck listening to my dad's lab safety lecture."
"I'll take your word for it." Dash chuckled back as the two headed back into the kitchen with Danny, once again, leading the way. However, by some form of luck or really, really bad foot placement just as the thinner boy pushed open the door to greet his parents, Dash loses his balance and lurched towards Fenton with a yelp.
Danny, who heard started to turn around, but was too late to get out of the way. There was a clatter from the dishes set out on the kitchen counter and a pair off 'oof's' as Dash landed on top of Danny.
For a split second Dash's heart sped up until he could hear nothing but its beating as the sharp scent that was Fenton that made him think of ice and snow.
"Dan-o is there something you're not telling us?" Came the very loud and confused voice of Jack Fenton. Dash cried out as his face flooded red and lifted his chest off of Danny and the two looked up wide eyed in embarrassment at the towering bear that was holding the refrigerator door open, his gloved hand frozen just as it reached a plate of fudge.
Danny groaned under Dash as a hand rubbed his flushed face.
"This isn't what it looks like." The black haired teenager, then he groaned just as his mother walked in to see what all the commotion was about.
She stopped just as she got to the door frame and gave the two boys a look that warranted an explanation.
Dash should really get off of their son. And as he did, he waved his armed as if that would help explain the situation the two boys had found themselves in.
"I swear Mrs. F, I fell!"
I've come to accept that this story has no form and am just waiting until I can write this one scene in the last chapter of this.
