Sorry I forgot to upload a new chapter on Monday, the semester got started back up and then I got into a car accident so it literally did not occur to me until today that I forgot.

The sound of the alarm clock's blaring sound was muffled by the echoing boom of thunder. The rain pounded on the ground outside of Dash's house, water blowing in through the open window and splashing him on the face. The cacophonous combination of noises reverberated throughout Dash's room, making sure that he was awake for the first day of his senior year. Dash slammed a hand onto the alarm, silencing it. He rolled onto his back, groaning. He knew he should be excited about starting the year, it was his last year, and it was supposed to be fun, but he couldn't shake the foreboding feeling that something terrible was bound to happen. A quick glance at the clock told Dash that it was time for him to haul his ass out of the bed and get ready, lest he be late for the first day. Having wasted enough time lying in his bed, he threw on some clean clothes and grabbed his backpack, making his way down the stairs.

"Dash, you need to eat breakfast."

"Sorry Mom, overslept, gonna be late."

"But Dash."

"Bye Mom."

The door slammed behind him, leaving his mother standing in the kitchen. She shook her head and turned back to the toaster, pushing the lever down.

With a forceful push, the doors to Casper High opened, allowing Danny to walk inside. The din of the collective student body greeted his ears unwelcomingly, but he didn't pay much mind to it. The faces were unclear to him as he walked through the hallways, ending up at his locker, where Sam and Tucker were waiting for him. He supposed that waiting was the wrong word, because right now they were too preoccupied holding hands and talking cute with each other. He opened his locker and placed a few things inside of it before slamming it hardly, startling the couple next to him. Tucker was about to give his two cents but Danny walked away before he got the chance too.

"Ooh, he ratchet." A voice could be heard exclaiming.

Danny was already done.

Dash had completely lost the ability to focus, his math teacher droning on about something he should've remembered from last year. He placed his hand on his chin and stared out the windows, the rain still falling from the clouds, which had not changed from their ominous, grey state. His thoughts, which were definitely not on math, had drifted to Danny. He smiled to himself, wondering what he was up to right now, what kind of uninteresting class he was in right now. He wished they had class together, so they could at least sit next to each other. He sighed inwardly, mildly displeased now. He really wished that they could be more open with their relationship, but they had come to an agreement that they would wait. It was killing him inside, but he understood the reasoning behind it. On the other hand, how bad could it really be?

Dash's train of thought was derailed as the bell rang. He grabbed his things and headed out the door, trying not to make eye contact with the teacher. The hallway was full of the hustle and bustle of kids reluctantly heading to their next class, and Dash was trying to avoid them all. He could explicitly make out the faces of the members of his fellow popular clique. He looked away, giving them the cold shoulder. As he rounded the corner, his state of distractedness caused him to collide with a fellow student. He felt himself make contact with the ground, heard the other person hit the ground, books scattering.

"Well this is familiar." He heard the voice say. He immediately made it out as Danny's. He opened his eyes and saw Danny sprawled out on the ground, paper and books surrounding him.

"Oh shit, Danny, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine."

Dash scooted himself over to Danny and pulled him up so that he was sitting on the floor. Danny collected the bits of paper that had dispersed and stuffed them into a binder that was placed in his lap. Dash looked around the hall, which was completely devoid of life except for the duo sitting on the grimy floor.

"So how's you first day going so far?" Dash tried to start a conversation.

"Miserable." Danny frowned.

Dash leaned closer to Danny and wrapped an arm around the smaller boy's waist, feeling him jump on contact.

"Danny relax, it's lunchtime, no one's gonna be in this part of the school right now."

"I know, I know. I hate keeping this under wraps."

"What if we don't try to hide it? What if people just-find out?"

"Not yet, Dash."

"Alright."

Dash quickly kissed Danny's cheek before removing his arm from the boy's waist and scooting away from him a few inches.

"So what's wrong?"

"I dunno, Dash, the whole day feels, well off."

"Yeah, this morning I woke up with the weirdest feeling that the school year was going to end up horribly."

"What do you mean?"

"You ever get that-that feeling that things are gonna go completely wrong?"

"Not lately."

"Maybe I'm just overthinking this."

"You can overthink?"

"Shut up, Fenton." Dash mocked, punching Danny's arm playfully.

The bell interrupted their conversation, followed by the slow hum of students exiting the cafeteria to head off to class. Dash got himself off the ground quickly, helping Danny up afterwards. Danny looked around, stealthily kissing Dash on the chin before running off to class. Dash sighed to himself before getting his ass to class too.

Danny's next class was English, which he had with Sam. He had noticed her sit down next to him, and was prepared for the worst.

"Hey Danny."

"Hey."

"So what was up with you earlier?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon Danny."

"I guess I'm just irritable today."

"School does that to people, but it's your senior year, you gotta enjoy it."

"Well with the amount of work I have to put into keeping secrets, it's hard to enjoy most things."

"You could always just come clean."

"You mean 'come out'?" Danny whispered.

"Well I didn't say that, but I guess you could put it that way."

Danny let his head fall to the desk with a thud. A muffled groan escaped his mouth and Sam shook her head.

"Oh come on, Danny, it's not that bad."

"Think about that statement, Sam, I'm gonna have to tell my parents about Dash, what do you think they'll say?"

"I don't know, Danny, but they can't change it."

"I've just gotta think of a way to do it."

"Just be honest with them."

"That doesn't always work with my parents, Sam."

"They hunt ghosts, Danny, not gay people."

The teacher cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the class. She began writing something on the board, but Danny really didn't care what it said. His thoughts shifted between Dash and his parents, a wave of frustration and hopelessness washing over him. He'd have to do it eventually, if this relationship was going to work out he'd have to work up the courage to come out and tell them.

"Or to come out in general." He mumbled to himself under his breath.