Static Shock (Dalton Rapattoni)

Plastic Stars

Anthropobia
(n.) the fear of people and society

Chapter Six.

Dalton hummed softly to himself as he climbed the rusty steps up to his apartment. The light was just barely bright enough for him to see the outline of each rust burdened step, but knew the exact number of steps, so the light could go out and it would make no difference.

There was a slight spring to his step as he twirled the Slytherin keychain around his wrist. About two feet away was his room labeled, 19B, that seemed to have a note taped to the front door. He furrowed his eyebrows together, the corners of his soft pink lips turning down slightly.

As he approached his fingers brushed against the jaded paper. After he tore it off his door he could tell by the thin paper that it must have been a receipt. He quickly unlocked the door and flipped the light switch on. Dalton's beryl eyes scanned as he read over the small, neat handwriting.

Dalton, I came by to drop off some things. I guess you stayed longer than expected! Maybe your gal pal changed your mind about the party thing. c: Hope Trent didn't get on your nerves,
He sure did get on mine when begging me to
get you to that party.
AnywhooooO, call me in the morning.
Btw I wrote on the first thing I could find.
~ѕαмυєℓ!

Dalton chuckled, he was extremely startled when he saw the note. His mind had instantly wandered to the worst case scenario. He set the note down on the counter before wandering down the hall and into his bedroom. Face first the bleached blonde boy fell onto the dark red comforter, arms spreading out and fingers curling the plush material into his palms. He took a moment to just lay there, taking deep breaths. Slowly he felt his muscles relax from their previous tension. A sigh of contentment escaped his slightly parted lips.

Slowly he rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He kicked the socks and shoes off his feet; the plastic stars glowing dimly. It wasn't long before Dalton had pulled his shirt over his head and had struggled with pulling his pants off his hips.

Before shoving his pants to the floor Dalton fished his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked the phone and immediately started tapping away at the tiny keyboard.

[Dalton: Hey! Thanks so much for coming with me. I hope Trent and I didn't bore you with our stories.]

[Kiera: No way! I actually enjoyed myself. Thanks for inviting me, that was really sweet.]