A pillow quickly muffled out the knocking noise that had stirred Tucker from his sleep. He knew exactly who it was, and he knew any minute his parents would eagerly welcome the cause in. He was dreading this so much.

"Tucker," His mother called from downstairs, "Sam is here."

"Great." He moaned to himself. He discarded the covers quickly and pulled himself out of bed. He threw on some clothes and trudged down to greet his girlfriend.

"Good morning, sunshine." Sam smiled, teasing the boy.

"Hey."

"You ready to do this?"

"No."

"What are you two doing today?" His mother asked curiously.

"Nothing Mom."

"Oh, alright, you kids and your secrets. Just don't stay out all night."

"Yes Mom."

His mother smiled and left them to their secret plans. Tucker sighed and looked at Sam.

"Do we have to do this?"

"Yes."

"You sure we can't just"

"No."

"But Sam"

"No buts, Tucker, you need to go talk to Danny."

Tucker refused to budge, though, and Sam gave a frustrated growl.

"Tucker, we aren't playing this game."

She walked around and gave him a push, but he stayed in the same spot as before.

"Okay, I guess we ARE playing this game."

She summoned all of her might and gave Tucker a shove, sending him stumbling towards the door. Sam took the opportunity to push him closer to the door, guiding him outside and down the sidewalk. The walk to Danny's house was sure to be an unpleasant one.

Jazz was caught off guard by the sound of someone outside. She silently hoped that it would be Danny as she opened the door, bringing herself face to face with Sam and Tucker.

"What are you two doing here?"

"We're here to see Danny."

"Well I'm sure you'd like to, but he's not here."

"He isn't?"

"No, he never came home last night."

Sam and Tucker looked from Jazz to each other, both wondering where Danny was.

"You two can wait for him I suppose, it's awfully quiet by myself."

"Where are your parents?"

"Off gallivanting again."

As Dash slowly shook off his state of sleep, he couldn't help but notice how sore his back felt. With a soft exhale he opened his eyes, looking around to take in his surroundings. He noticed that he was not in his room, in his bed, but on the couch in the living room. Had he fallen asleep here last night? It was then that he realized he wasn't alone on the couch. He looked down to see Danny, curled up against his chest, still asleep. Dash smiled and nudged the smaller boy gently. Danny moaned softly and opened an eye.

"Morning." His voice was about the volume of a whisper.

"What's going on?" Danny asked, confused by the unfamiliar surroundings.

"We fell asleep on the couch."

"Oh."

"You remember what happened last night?"

"Yeah."

"You feeling any better."

Danny paused for a moment, eyes rolling to the side as he thought.

"I think so, although I'm not looking forward to confronting Tucker about this."

"Maybe you won't have to?"

"Dash, he's my best friend, eventually I'll have to."

"Well it doesn't have to be today, right?"

"Nah, I'm not in any hurry to have this discussion."

"At least when you do you'll have Sam to back you up, right?"

"I don't know, she wasn't too thrilled with the news either."

"Neither was your sister."

Danny's smile deflated quickly at the mention of his older sibling. In all the excitement yesterday he had forgotten all about his argument with Jazz. He let grumble and slumped into the back of the couch.

"What?"

"I had an argument with Jazz yesterday morning."

"About?"

"You."

"Oh."

"Yeah, apparently she still doesn't believe that you could change this drastically this quickly or some bullshit. To be completely honest as soon as she mentioned your name I blocked her out since I could infer what she'd be saying. I'm just so tired of people saying this, you know?"

"I can't say I do, but it doesn't really bother me."

"It doesn't?"

"'Course not, who do I have to prove anything to but you?"

"Well I suppose your mother."

"Well she goes without saying, 's'why I didn't say her, but other than the two of you I don't have to prove anything to anyone."

"But it doesn't upset you?"

"I mean yeah they got a lot of nerve saying it, but I'm not gonna let it get to me."

Danny was shocked by Dash's reaction, he thought for sure he'd get at least a little mad, but he seemed almost unfazed by it. This in itself was enough proof to show that Dash had changed, and it made Danny admire him.

"C'mon, I'll walk you home."

"Thanks, but you don't have to."

"I know, but I want to. Besides, that way you won't have to deal with Jazz on your own."

"So why was Danny in such a bad mood yesterday morning?" Sam directed her thoughts at Jazz.

"We had an argument."

"Well we knew that, but, um, what was it about?"

"Oh nothing, sibling drama, y'know?"

Sam and Tucker raised an eyebrow in a synchronized fashion, not buying Jazz's mediocre excuse.

"Alright, fine, don't tell Danny I told you this, but, he's"

"We know about him and Dash." Tucker cut her off.

"You do?"

"Yeah, he told us yesterday."

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say that one of you"

"Tucker." Sam interjected.

"Okay, I'm guessing that Tucker overreacted, Danny jumped to conclusions, and you both screamed at each other before he stormed out."

"It's like you were there." Sam crossed her arms.

"I know you guys. Anyway, yes Danny and I had an argument about it yesterday."

"Why?"

"I've been pretty skeptical about the legitimacy of Dash's personality makeover since day one of their relationship, and I just wanted to tell him to be careful, but in typical Danny fashion he freaked out. To be honest, I may have been a bit overbearing and overprotective. Danny is a big boy now, I might not trust Dash but I should at least be able to trust him."

"See, she doesn't trust him either!" Tucker exclaimed, Sam rolling her eyes.

"That may be the case, but Dash does seem, well, different, from even back when I was in high school. My only option right now is to give Dash the benefit of the doubt."

"That's what I said to Tucker."

Tucker let out an audible grunt of frustration and crossed his arms. Jazz sighed at looked at the pair, surprised that Danny had even bothered to tell them in the first place. Just as she was about to speak, the front door opened and the aforementioned male walked in hand in hand with the subject of argument. The group of five looked at each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Well this-this is awkward." Danny finally squeaked out.