Jazz was lounging in the kitchen, seated at the table with a magazine in hand. Her parents had called and surprised her when they said they were going to a restaurant together, one of the more expensive, high class bistros that the town had offered. To be honest, she barely registered the rest of the conversation. She didn't think they'd even be allowed in with all the commotion they cause on a weekly basis, but then again she hadn't seen them in months, so maybe they were better behaved now, although Jazz doubted that. After a shocker like that, the day had gone by smoothly. Danny, despite not having his other two thirds with him, had gone off to the park.

"Speak of the devil." She thought out loud as the door could be heard opening. Danny didn't so much as look as Jazz as he climbed up the stairs to his room, coming close to slipping and falling several times. Putting a finger to her lips, eyebrows arching, Jazz stood up, placing the magazine on the table, and followed her younger brother up to his room. The door was closed, and a quick grab at the handle revealed it was locked.

"Danny never locks his door." She mused.

Dash couldn't remember anything between leaving the park and sitting down on the couch in his basement. He ventured to figure out what the hell had happened back in the park. He remembered bumping into Danny, quite literally even, then they sat on one of the benches and talked, then Danny got really close, but Dash himself had gotten closer to the other boy, then they almost kissed, then the Frisbee, and then Dash left.

Wait, they almost kissed.

"I almost kissed Danny Fenton." Dash muttered under his breath. He paused and thought.

"Wait, I DID kiss Danny." Dash exclaimed to himself.

And he had, it was only a kiss on the forehead, but he didn't have to do it. He could've just left, but he didn't, he hesitated. The look on Danny's face, and his own emotions, had held him back. He wanted to kiss him more officially, but he couldn't quite bring himself to. But wait, Danny had almost kissed him in the first place, hadn't he? Dash pushed a hand through his now disheveled hair, trying to calm himself down. He could feel his heart beating through his chest, and his hands were shaky, his palms sweaty. He grabbed his cellphone and hoped, regardless of the time difference, that Kwan would answer.

Danny heard a light rapping on his door.

"Jazz." He spoke softly, under his breath. He was positive it was her. To be honest, he wasn't quite in the mood for her input, but figured he'd humour her. He pushed himself off his bed slowly, making his way to the locked door. He grabbed the handle, flicking the lock with a finger, and turned it, cracking the door enough to see Jazz through one eye.

"Yes?" He asked curtly.

"Hey little brother, just checking in."

"That's great."

"So, how are things?"

"Great, everything is really freaking great." Danny spoke, his tone rising slowly.

"You sure?" She questioned, her words dripping with concern.

"Yes." He snapped at her.

"Danny, if something's bothering you, you might want to talk about it."

"You know something, Jazz," Danny began, tired of her meddling, "I thought being in college would've changed you enough to make you less nosy, but you're just as bad."

Jazz's eyes went wide, her head drooping. She didn't have any intention of meddling, but Danny had the habit of taking her efforts the wrong way.

"You… you're right. If you want to talk, I'll be in the kitchen, but I won't force you to."

Jazz turned, corners of her mouth forming into a slight frown, and walked away. Danny shut his door and locked it again, guilt instantly hitting him. He hadn't meant to be so rude; Jazz was only trying to help. He fell face first into his bed and exhaled sharply. What had happened back at the park was so vivid in his mind, but he still couldn't comprehend it. He had come so close to kissing the person who held his affection for what he now realized was more years than months, and then the kid with the Frisbee ruined it. But he really hadn't, Dash kissed him before he left, just on the forehead, but still a kiss. It still counted, right? Danny couldn't quite tell if it did or not.

The phone rang in Dash's ear; his empty hand had turned into a pair of crossed fingers, a silent prayer for his best friend's voice on the other end. The other end of the call let out a click, and there was a breath, a groggy exhale.

"H…hello?"

"Kwan, thank god you answered!" Dash exclaimed, relieved.

"Dash? Dude do you know what time it is here?"

"No, not really."

"This better be pretty important."

"I almost kissed Fenton."

"WHAT?" The surprise echoed through Dash's quiet basement.

"Well technically he almost kissed me, and I was okay with it of course, and then some stupid kid with a Frisbee ruined it and then we both kind of freaked out, but he seemed more nervous, and then I left. But I did kiss him on the forehead before leaving."

"Dude."

"And now I don't know what do to."

"This would be so much easier if I wasn't on the other side of the world."

"Well what should I do?"

"Well you both like each other, right?"

"I… I think so."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I don't know."

"Look, you both like each other and you've come this close to forming something between you and him, why not just go for it?"

"You really think I should?"

"YES! Do it now before something happens and you lose your chance."

Dash was about to reply when the call was dropped.

Jazz was sitting the couch reading a book. It wasn't exactly her type of material, but all the girls in her school had been discussing it, and she figured she'd pick it up and see what the fuss was about. Quite frankly, if she had wanted something like this, she could've found it online, for less money and better writing. In fact, she was honestly considering burning it, even though it went against her morals. She closed the book in disgust and placed it on the coffee table. She was about to get up and go to her room when Danny came down the stairs.

"Hey." He said softly.

"Hi."

"Sorry for being an ass earlier."

"It's okay, little brother, I understand that you need your privacy."

"You're right, I do, but at the same time you were just trying to help, and I think I do need it."

Jazz adjusts herself on the couch, patting the seat next to her. Danny took a seat and looked at her.

"What's on your mind?"

Danny opened his mouth, trying to think of how to solidify his thoughts.

"Okay, so you remember Dash, right?" He started.

"Yeah?"

"Well…I'minlovewithhimandwealmostkis sedinthepark." Danny yelped, his thoughts colliding into one word.

"What?" Jazz asked, genuinely unsure of what her younger brother had shouted out. Danny exhaled and took a deep breath.

"I'm in love with Dash, the kid who made my freshman year in high school miserable, and we almost kissed in the park earlier."

"Oh, I, um… This is, well unexpected really." Jazz was at a loss for words. Danny sat back, regretful that he had told her. Jazz twiddled her thumbs, looking around the room awkwardly. She could tell Danny was authentic in his confession, but she was unsure of what to say in this kind of situation.

"Wow, would you look at the time, I think I'll head off to bed." Jazz said, standing up from the couch. She picked up her book from the coffee table and shuffled over to the stairs, climbing to her room, leaving Danny to sit on the couch, lost in thought again. For the first time in what felt like ages, the overwhelming feeling of confusion consumed him yet again. He curled up his body, bringing his knees to his chest. The flooding emotion of sadness manifested itself into tears, and Danny was unable to hold them back.