@wisteriavines Danny/Bart, Yellow, “We’re going up up up something something together we’re glowing gonna be golden”
Danny’s new boyfriend didn’t exactly live in town. Danny really only knew that because they hadn’t seen him around before. Danny had asked once, at the urging of Jazz, about schooling, and Bart just explained he was home schooled, it worked better with his ADHD. It made sense to Danny. (He wished that he could be home schooled.)
(Maybe he could pass English that way.)
Sam was convinced that Bart was a ghost and had Jazz and Tucker mostly on board with the idea. Danny got the feeling that Tucker was only holding out because he felt beholden to be on Danny’s side. But Sam… Sam wanted Danny to ask Bart all of these questions to try and catch him out on being a ghost who was masquerading as human like Spectra. Danny didn’t want to. He didn’t want to dig into every little thing about Bart. Was it so bad to want to get to know his boyfriend like a normal person?
“Danny!”
Danny looked up from studying his shoelaces. He couldn’t have helped the grin that split his face if he had tried.
Bart was there.
He had been willing to come out to the stupid fall festival with Danny just because Danny needed every bit of extra credit he could get and so had to go. But Bart was there to help make it bearable. He was there, and he was adorable. Bart was almost always in bright colors, whites and reds and yellows. Today was no exception; his yellow shirt was splashed with stylized hangul characters. The white jean shorts were a braze choice for a county fair.
“Hey,” Danny greeted with a little duck of his head.
Bart, shorter than even Danny, just used it as an excuse to duck in and kiss Danny. The kisses had never been more than pecks, but each one felt electric in the best way.
“Hey to you,” Bart said back. “This place looks amazing!”
“Yeah? There are butter sculptures.”
“Butter sculptures?”
“As big as you,” Danny said as he took Bart’s hand.
Bart bounced on his toes. “Oh-meh-gee, that’s totally crash.”
Danny started to lead them to the entrance. He had already bought tickets for them, this date was his treat. He’d saved up allowance and everything. “And we can do the corn maze.”
“Absolutely.”
“And then we’ll see what fried food there is. The fried Oreos are great.”
“Fried Oreo? Best day,” Bart said.
“Yeah,” Danny agreed softly. It just might be.









