A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than the other two... but I was rather uninspired. I hope to have more interesting ideas for the next few~

Based on the prompt: Perfection

Things were going good, given their history. For two people that seemed to be on opposite ends of the spectrum, things were pretty decent. Danny was relatively quiet for the most part, never bringing anyone back to the dorm, and keeping mostly to himself. Despite his issue with schoolwork in high school, Danny was pretty dedicated to his studies now. Dash was pretty focused too, but it was obvious Danny had his standards set a little higher. Things were good, but certainly not perfect.

Because, to be honest, here were some nights where Danny wanted to throw Dash out of the room. When he could, Danny had a tendency to go to bed early, which seemed to be a problem for Dash who liked to come in and make a bunch of noise. And man, there were times where Dash wanted to walk over and shove Danny in to a wall for the sarcastic comments that left his mouth without thinking. They would fight over stupid things too like Dash's clothes on the floor, where books were left, acceptable hours to use a hairdryer, appropriate amounts of cologne, and so on. Nothing major, but enough to sometimes drive them both over the edge.

Like just the other day, Danny had left one of his textbooks in the middle of the floor; apparently he had been studying there. Dash happened to trip on it while with a girl he had just met. She had laughed and Dash couldn't help but to be furious. Regardless of whether or not he liked her, that shit was embarrassing! After berating Danny about where he left his books, Danny got pissed and started criticizing Dash for everything he had around the room.

Long story short, Danny took a textbook to the head and Dash woke up to discover he couldn't find a single article of clothing.

So, yeah things weren't perfect, and some adjustments should probably be made, but Dash didn't know where to start. And Danny? Danny was a pretty unpredictable and stubborn person, and well…

"Fenton, what the Hell are you doing?" Dash questioned as he walked through the door to find a bunch material scattered about.

"Building a bookshelf, so maybe some of our problems will be solved." Danny answered while scanning over the directions.

"Oh? Feel guilty about leaving your books in the middle of the floor?" Dash commented smugly.

"Actually, no. I'm sick of you putting yours on the register and blocking the air conditioner." Danny replied while picking up some of the materials.

Dash scoffed. One negative thing Dash noted about Danny was he really could be quite unpleasant at times and his mood tended to swing at the flick of a switch. Then again, that was probably partially Dash's fault; he imagined there might still be some bitter feelings from high school. "Well don't be making too much noise, I need to study."

Danny began arranging the pieces and picked up the base parts. He aligned the pieces and made eye contact with Dash as he reached for the hammer. "No promises." He said while he began hammering the first pieces in to place.

"Are you kidding me, Fenton?" Dash questioned, aggravated.

"Look I'll be done shortly, okay? It really won't take that long." Danny began grabbing other pieces.

One thing good about Danny was he had experience with this sort of thing. His father often times dropped projects like this on him, so he basically already knew what he was doing. The process should go relatively fast, and Danny didn't want to spend any more time than necessary on it.

Danny continued to work while Dash pulled out some of his notes.

Bang, bang, bang.

Dash shut his notes with some aggression.

Danny glanced over, sensing the hostility. "Look, I was here first. Go to the lounge or something."

"Yeah, but this is also my room." Dash objected while standing up.

Danny ignored him.

Dash really hated being ignored. "Okay, fine!"

Danny raised an eyebrow at Dash who was walking towards him.

"I'll just help you then, since I obviously can't focus."

"Seriously dude, just go to the lounge." Danny encouraged.

Dash did not want to admit he actually wanted to help. It gave him a reason to be closer to Danny, fowl mood or not.

"No I'm helping." Dash insisted while looking at the directions.

Danny let out an over-dramatic sigh, but did not further object. "Here." Danny pointed to the directions. "Do this part. All the pieces are labeled so literally just do what it says."

Dash nodded as he reached for the parts and Danny began assembling another section.

They worked quietly for a couple minutes. A million thoughts were running through Dash's mind as he struggled to keep focused on the task. Should he talk causally to him? Should he keep quiet? Maybe they should put music or something on…

"Dash, are you okay?" Danny asked, noting Dash's nervousness.

"Huh? Yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know you seem like you want to say something." Danny pointed out.

Dash didn't answer and just shrugged it off. Danny clicked his tongue, but didn't press, and continued what he was doing.

Another long period of time went by and Dash was struggling to keep his worry at bay. Was Danny mad at him? Had he done something wrong? He was just in a bad mood, right? It didn't concern him." Dash was going to resolve to keeping silent, but regardless he opened his mouth, and out spilled the question that has been nagging at him for weeks.

"Are you mad at me for kissing you?"

Danny froze. "W-what?" He questioned, a bit stunned at the sudden question.

Fuck, what was he doing? Well it was too late now, he already asked.

"Are you mad at me for kissing you or for anything in general? I mean I am under the impression you're straight since you didn't say anything, and I guess if so that shit can be kind of embarrassing. Not to mention everything that went down in high school and then for me to just dump a confession on you out of nowhere it just seems, I don't know. And you just seem mad all the time and I-"

Danny held his finger up to Dash's lips to silence him. "Dude, you're rambling."

Dash blushed. "I'm s-sorry I-"

Danny quickly put his hand back up. "Don't. There is nothing to apologize for. I've always been a moody person; it's something I need to work on, but also something you just need to keep in mind. I am a bit mouthy, in case you haven't noticed, so if you've done something wrong; I'll tell you."

Dash sighed. He wanted to be relieved, but the embarrassment was a bit overwhelming.

Danny smirked. "Hey Dash?"

Dash looked over at Danny sheepishly.

Danny leaned in quickly, his lips grazing Dash's, before pulling away.

Dash felt his entire face heat up. What in the world?

Danny was blushing too, not believing his own nerve. "So, uh, there. You're the embarrassed one now." He turned to continue what he was doing.

"You're gay?" Dash questioned after a long period of silence.

"Bi."

"Bye? You're leaving?" Dash questioned timidly.

Danny snorted. "No. Bi as in bisexual, oh my god."

Dash grumbled. Well that was embarrassing, he never thought of that.

"Speaking of leaving though, what time is it?" Danny questioned, suddenly worried as he scrambled for his phone.

There was some shuffling before Danny swore under his breath. "I'm going to be late for class. Dash, do you think you can finish the shelf? I mean you don't have to, but-"

Dash put his hand in the air to silence him. "No, it's fine, I got it. I have all night to study anyway I suppose."

"Thanks." Danny said while quickly tossing some of his things in to his bag. "I'll see you later!" Danny called out, as he ran out the door.

Dash sat there with a million things running through his head. Fenton was bi! That means he had a chance, right? Or not. That didn't mean Fenton liked him. But then, what was that kiss? Was it simply to embarrass him? Or could it have been acceptance? Should he ask? Or would that make things even weirder? Dash needed answers and cursed Danny for leaving him so puzzled. He picked up some of the equipment and continued to build the shelf in attempt to distract himself.

A couple hours passed and Danny headed back to the dorm, exhausted. He hoped that Dash had finished the shelf so he did not have to finish it later. He approached the door and fiddled with keys, finding the door was locked. Maybe Dash had gone out? Before Danny could get the door unlocked, it opened. Danny looked up curious to find a very nervous Dash.

"Uh, hi?" Danny questioned, trying to get Dash to move to the side.

"Okay, wait, before you come inside I wanted you to know that I am really sorry."

Okay, well that was troublesome. "Dash, what did you do? Why was the door locked?"

"Like, I don't know what happened okay? It just sort of happened. And I needed to know when you were coming in, so I figured you unlocking the door would suffice. I wanted to warn you before you-"

"Dash. Move." Danny said cutting dash off, while pushing the door open further.

Danny walked in and in front of him stood the finished bookshelf, upright and in place. However…

"Holy shit, it's really crooked!" Danny yelled while tossing his bag on to his bed.

"I know! I don't know what I did wrong!" Dash said, a bit distressed.

"I don't understand…" Danny began while examining the shelf.

"I don't either! I followed the directions!" Dash defended.

"Are you sure you used the right pieces?" Danny continued to examine it. "It looks like the sides are two different boards. Like you…" Danny trailed off as he caught sight of the letters that were hidden on the boards. "Dash?"

"What?"

"Are you dyslexic?" Danny questioned.

"Are you mocking me?" Dash asked, slightly offended.

"No, I'm not being a smartass here, that was a serious question. Are you dyslexic?" Danny asked again, with sincerity.

Dash looked uncomfortable. "Why…?"

Danny gave a light laugh. "You mixed up the D and B boards."

Dash looked horrified and Danny couldn't help but be a bit amused.

"I… did?" Dash began. "This is really fucking humiliating."

Danny's gaze softened. "Dash, it's okay, really. I understand."

"I'm sorry, I know how stuff like this bothers you. And this on top of fucking up the laundry I just can't get things right." Dash apologized.

"Dash…" Danny began.

"I'm sorry I gave you a reason to be mad now." Dash continued rambling.

"Dash." Danny tried to get his attention.

"I can go get a new one, we can start over and-"

"Dash!" Danny yelled.

Dash stared wide-eyed at Danny.

"It's functional. Other than crooked, there is nothing wrong with it, we don't need to start over." Danny tried to calm him down.

He really wasn't mad nor did he think negatively of the situation. Actually, he felt bad. Not that he wanted to admit it, but he had his own learning disabilities and he understood how simple mistakes could be absolutely maddening.

"It isn't perfect." Dash stated.

Danny shrugged. "No, but it's functional. And it's… interesting."

Dash didn't seem convinced.

Danny sighed and took his books out of his bag and began arranging them on one of the lower shelves. "Look, it actually works out really well." He gestured to the books. "If you place them from right to left, they are less likely to fall than on a normal bookshelf because of the slant."

Dash remained quiet.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Dash. It's imperfect, but functional. The imperfection makes it interesting and somehow better. Think of it as a metaphor."

"A metaphor? For what?"

"Our relationship." Danny said with an awkward smile.

It took a moment for Dash to register what Danny had insinuated. Had he just, hinted they had a chance?

Danny waved his hand dismissively. "Take it how you wish." He said before grabbing the rest of his books and putting them on the shelf.

Dash was elated and stood there a bit dumbfounded. Sure he could have met friendship, but that wasn't going to stop Dash from having hope.

Danny scowled. "So, what should we do about your clothes?"

Dash frowned. "You ruined the moment."

Danny rolled his eyes, "Idiot."

Dash turned to pick up some of his clothes to ease Danny. He smiled. Things were perfect in their own respect, even if they were different.