Danny Phantom: Anti-Gravity

Chapter Five: Banana.

Whaoh Whaoh, It's the heartbeat of history
Whaoh Whaoh, like lightnin' inside of me
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Recap

Danny: Is there a word that is a mix between sad and mad?

Sam: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated.

Tucker: Smad.

Danny: I like Smad. Let's go with Smad.

Sam: ugh...
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And now the epic continuation.
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Dash walked over to where Sam and Tucker were arguing. "It's your turn." Sam was whispering.

"No. My eyebrows are still singed from last time." Tucker snapped.

"What?" Dash asked they looked up at him then each other and shrugged.

"Who's gonna wake up Danny." Tucker said.

"Not a morning person?" Dash mused.

"Sam's not a morning person." Tucker explained. "Danny's just a demon to wake up."

"Should I try?" Dash offered. The friends shook their heads and began to argue again. Dash left them too it and went to see what the big deal was. Danny lay sleeping on the bed completely oblivious to Dash's presence. He then chucked a spare pillow on the boy who groaned and rolled over.

"G'way." He mumbled.

"Time to get up." Dash said.

"No."

"Well okay then but I guess I get your serve of pancakes." Dash smirked. Danny sat upright instantly.

"There are pancakes?" He asked. Dash laughed.

"No, but I bet if you asked there would be." He said shaking his head. Danny kicked his legs over the side of the bed and stood up "And your friends it'd be difficult to wake you up."

"They never promise pancakes." Danny said with a shrug. He went towards the door and then stopped and turned back. "How's your wrist?"

"Sore. But getting better." Dash admitted. Danny stepped closer.

"Let me see it? I know some pressure point tricks than could help." Danny offered. Dash took off his sling and held out his arms where Danny's oddly cool fingers brushed over the swollen appendage. Dash's cheeks warmed. 'Damn it Baxter, keep it together.' He thought. Pain drew his attention back to Danny who was currently pressing several points on his wrist. "This will hurt." He warned before pushing down hard on those points. The pain was almost unbearable but when it stopped Dash knew something had worked. He could almost feel the swelling going down already.

"Thanks!" He said with a genuine smile.

"Hey, what are friends for?" Danny said walking to a wardrobe and pulling on a hoodie. He slipped his hands into the pockets and seemed to shrink into the hoodie for a moment before straightening.

"You consider me a friend." Dash said hopefully. Danny spun around and leaned forward. Trying to read Dash's expression.

"Of course I do!" Danny huffed. "I wouldn't spill my heart out to you if I didn't."

"But I bullied you." Dash mumbled.

"And you stopped." Danny said obviously getting agitated.

"Before that-"

"Dying Obsession."

"Danny I've been a complete asshole to you! Can you at least hate me a bit?!" Dash yelled. His eyes widened as Danny's pissed expression.