The blaring of the school bell sent kids shuffling through the hallways. The once energetic groups split into now unenthused teenagers headed for the first class of the day. The last minute locker dash echoed through the halls, those few kids who wanted that five more minutes making sure they weren't late. Danny wasn't one of those kids, but he did have to stop to get something he forgot in his locker. As he opened it, a piece of paper floated out of the locker and to the ground. Confused, Danny bent over to pick it up and unfold it. He read it and sighed.

The note read this: 'Danny, are we still doing this thing? I'm ready if you are, just like we discussed. –Dash'.

"Yeah, let's do it." Danny answered under his breath as he shut his locker and crumpled the paper in his pocket. He quickened his pace and made it to class right before the bell rang, he had made it on time. He took a seat next to Kwan, who smiled at him in that overly enthusiastic manner.

"Hey, sup Danny."

"Nothing much."

"I hear that, man."

"Yeah, so how are you?"

"Ah, I can't complain."

"I suppose."

"So, uh," Kwan lowered his voice and leaned in closer to Danny, "Are you two really gonna do this?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

"I dunno, social taboo?"

"Kwan, we don't care anymore, remember?"

"I guess. I gotta say I admire your courage."

"It's not about courage."

"I know, but still."

The discussion was abruptly cut short by the impatient throat clearing noise of the teacher. Both teens faced the board and their teacher began writing the day's objectives, something Danny remembered from last year. Danny rested his head on his hand, staring at the board.

Sam eyed the blonde boy from across the classroom. She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She looked away when he turned his head in her direction. She glanced sideways; he was still staring at her.

"What?" she mouthed.

"I need to talk to you." Dash mouthed back to her.

"Why?"

"It doesn't matter, it's important."

Sam was about to reply when the teacher announced they were to split into pairs. Before Sam knew what had happened, the seat next to her was filled with an athletic blond with a motor mouth.

"Why am I not surprised this happened?"

"I dunno, maybe it's fate?"

"Whatever, what do you need to talk about with me, Dash?"

"This whole thing."

"You mean your plan with Danny?" Sam asked, a little softer.

"Yeah."

"Cold feet? Second thoughts?"

"No, I'm looking forward to putting this all out in the open."

"Yo-you are?"

"Yes. You know love Danny. I want to be able to be open with my relationship with him." Dash's voice was barely a whisper now.

"R-really?"

"Yes. I know you don't like me, but you could at least try and be happy."

"I-I'm just… I'm surprised."

"Surprised?"

"Yeah, I just-I always thought you were a bad guy who was just going through a phase or trying to play with Danny's emotions, now-now I just feel bad. You were sincere this whole time."

"That's what I tried to tell you guys this whole time."

"I know. I guess I just didn't want to listen. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Remember, I never took it personally."

"So is that what you wanted to say?"

"No. Do ya-do you think Danny'll still want to go through with it?"

"You didn't come up with the plan yourself, did you?"

"Well no."

"Then don't worry. You'll make a cute class couple." Sam giggled.

"Yeah yeah."

Soon it was time. Danny could feel the knots in his stomach. The bell that started the lunch period sounded through the school, and soon the same roars that the early morning brought out could be heard again. Danny was leaning against the wall outside the cafeteria, hands shaking and mind full of doubt. A chill ran down his spine and his thoughts were silenced as a large pair of arms wrapped around him.

"You ready to do this?" Dash asked as he pulled Danny to him.

"Y-yeah."

"Danny, we don't have to do this if you aren't ready."

"No, no, I want this, I'm ready."

"Alright," Dash said as he removed his arms from the smaller male," Then I'll follow your lead."

Danny inhaled, composing himself. He wasn't going to back down, he would do this. He walked into the cafeteria and bought some food. With food in hand, he made his way by the popular table and, faking the motion of slipping, "spilt" the contents of the tray all over Paulina. She let out a deafening shriek and Dash came in, recognizing his cue.

"What happened?" He questioned as he walked over.

"This loser spilt his food all over my trendy new sweater."

"Hey, I slipped, what do you want from me?"

"I want you to pay for this."

"It was an accident."

"Oh, I'll show you an accident. Dash, are you just going to let this dork get away with this?"

"Well I guess not."

"Then do something about it."

"Oh, I will."

Dash stepped in front of Danny, who, in the back of his head, felt a feeling of nostalgia wash over him. He looked up at Dash, who towered over him. He had a grin on his face, but it wasn't the kind that would've accompanied this situation. It was a genuine grin. Dash grabbed Danny's shirt in his hand and pulled him into the air.

"Oh just hit him already." Paulina demanded, wanting a show for the crowd that was watching. And boy did she get a show. Dash's free hand did make contact with Danny's face, but it wasn't as much a punch as it was a gentle caressing motion. In a light pulling motion, Danny felt his face move closer to Dash's, their lips ultimately making contact. The immediate result was silence. The room of gawking teenagers was taken aback at the sight.

"Oh come on, it's just two guys kissing." A voice, which sounded very similar to Sam's, shouted. The crowd began to quickly lose interest, seeing as no one was getting injured or insulted, and went back to what they were doing. Paulina, however, still had a few things to say.

"THIS is why you rejected me a few years ago?" She shrieked at Danny. When the two males finally parted lips, Danny looked over at her with a smirk.

"Well no, but now that you mention it, I'm glad I did."

"Danny Fenton, you're not just a loser, you're a- you're a fag. And you, Dash, you aren't cool, you're a loser fag too!"

"Hey, that's not cool." Paulina heard a voice shout at her.

"Oh, you support this?"

"Yeah." The voice called back.

"You're so lucky I don't know who you are, or I would ruin you." She turned back to Danny and Dash.

"You two, I will RUIN your lives."

"You're not gonna ask us out, are you?" Dash replied with a chuckle. Danny let out a snort of stifled laughter and Paulina roared, turning around and stomping away.

"Hey Danny," A girl called out to him, though he didn't recognize her, "You hooked quite a catch."

"Haha, thanks." He said back.