Chapter 1
Dash had never thought of himself as weak. He was captain of the football team, quarterback to the number one team in the state, and most popular guy in Amity Park. As a Baxter, he came from good looks, old money, and an air of superiority.
But with the name, came the temper.
He had snapped, lashing his tongue to his mother and raising his fists to his father. He hadn't meant to fight with them, but he felt so much better after it was over...
Until his father threw him out.
Now, here he sat, in the only park for miles, with his knees drawn to his chest and his hands stuck in his wind swept, blonde hair. If anyone asked him if he'd been crying, he would have lied and said no, that his allergies had kicked in or some bull shit like that. He paced his rapid breathing, trying to calm his rushing heart, as the wind picked up and a chill set in. Dash was cold, his face numb from the constant roll of icy air flowing over his tanned skin.
The sky was darkening steadily, and clouds spread over the furrowing sunset. Rain began to dribble from the sky, slow at first, and then a down pour, coating the ground in a layer of muddy soil and puddles.
Dash curled farther into his ball of limbs, resting his head on his knees and letting out a small sob. He choked back the stream of cries that were pooling inside of his chest, not knowing where to go, what to do, or even what had happened scared the living daylights out of him. He'd never been in this situation, with no where to go; no shelter, no food, and no one to talk to.
None of his friends could help him right now, with tomorrow being the last day before winter break. Kwan was already gone on vacation, and none of the other jocks were really even worth visiting. Dash felt.. Alone, in lack of terms.
"Uhm... Dash?" a voice whispered from only a few feet away from the blonde. He jumped, falling back onto his already rain-soaked jeans. He gazed up into an eerie set of familiar ice-blue eyes, halfway covered by jagged, coal-clack hair that stuck up here and there. Danny Fenton stood in front of him, peering down with his head cocked to the side like some poor puppy.
Dash didn't bother to wipe the tears from his own dark blue eyes, knowing that the rain would mask any sign of them on his face. He scowled the best he could at the boy, but his emotions were in so much turmoil that he could only look away, asking, "What do you want, Fenton?"
Danny kneeled down, resting his elbows on his knees as he examined the jock. Dash glanced to the side, taking in the way Danny watched him. Dash shook, clenching his eyes and pulling his letterman jacket closer to him as a sudden rush of wind chilled him further. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed how Danny wasn't wearing his usual t-shirt/jean combo, but instead had on gray wife-beater, and a pair of sweatpants.
"What are you doing out here, Danny?" Dash asked, his eyes narrowing.
Danny bit his lip, then extended a hand to the blonde. "I'm helping you."
Uhm... i don't really know where i'm going with this... but I have a few chapter up... its a fanfic for DannyxDash.. so uhm.. rate I guess :P Until next time (hopefully)