Strangest Things

Shaking his head Dash questioned himself and his motives. He just didn’t understand how Danny Fenton could get under his skin like ringworm one moment, and fit with him like a recliner the next. Seriously he had never seen someone so low on the food chain rise and fall as often as Fenton did, and Dash was often the one raising him up. So why did he pick on him so often?

Honestly Dash didn’t remember at the time, Fenton looked as cool and normal as every other kid at the crowded table drinking from crystal clear cups that only a rich person would risk putting out at a wild party. The captain of the soccer team was leaning against the table trying to start a conversation with him but Danny just ignored him, staring instead into the various colors and flavors of sodas and juices, trying to decide what to have for his next glass.

Dash could smell the alcohol in the cherry red liquid he held in his hand but the way Danny was downing his second glass he didn’t know, or didn’t care. Either way Dash made a mental notice to get some food into the scrawny teen before he got a little too tipsy.

He was thinking about helping Danny Fenton, something was seriously wrong with him.

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Looks like progress in hindered here.