Away From Home (Dalton Rapattoni Fanfic)

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Cheere-O= Ophelia
Skyle= Skylen

*texting*
Cheere-O: max and I broke up. Girls night.
Skyle: ben & jerry's or dancing?
Cheere-O: shoppin then dancin baby!
Skyle: gotta drop dalt off at the airport. Pick me up in an hour?
Cheere-O: ugh fine.

“Ready?” I asked Dalton as I put my phone down and put the car in drive. He nodded in response. “How come you get to drive?” he asked me.
“Because it’s my car. And thank you for not choosing an airport 4 hours away.”
“But that's my favorite airport ever…”
*at aitport*
Dalton and I held hands as we entered the airport. Before he went through security he turned around to talk to me. But he just smiled.
“Call me after every show alright?” I told him.
“I promise” he told me as he took my hands in his. We stood there for a few more minutes in silence just staring at each other.
“And text me when you land.” he nodded again. “And Dalton,”
“Yeah?”
“If we ever stop talking, sing me a song.”
“You know I always will.” he put his hand on my cheek and kissed me. I kept my eyes closed and put my forehead against his. My head moved from his forehead to the crook of his neck. He had his arms wrapped around my shoulders. His hugs. My god his hugs. Three months without his hugs???
“Think of it this way,” Dalton interrupted my thoughts. “We've been our whole lives without each other. 3 months should be easy.”
“Oh shut up you dork!”
**
“You're late” I jumped as I heard Ophelia's voice when I opened my bedroom door.
“How did you get in?” l asked while tussing my keys on the desk.
“Picked the lock.” I looked at her with a blank expression.
“You scare me”
She smirked and changed the subject. “What are you wearing?”
I looked down at Daltons hoodie that he gave me yesterday. “Um clothes…”
“And this is why you're single Sky”
“Id like to remind you that I'm the one with a boyfriend in this friendship”
“Ouch”
“Sorry… So what are we doing?” I jumped on the bed next to her and started looking at my phone.
The salt: bout to take off. Love you!
I smiled and scrolled through instagram as Ophelia told me the plan for the day. I was half listening.
“Nails…. Mall… shopping… cookies-”
“I'm all for cookies”
“Are you even listening?”
“Absolutely. Keep going.”
“Then we're going to a club-”
“Hell no! I'm not getting arrested again!”
“Don't worry this one is 18+”
“And I'm still not 18”
“Crap. That's fine we'll just find a frat party”
“Do we have to???”
“Yes”
“Fine but we're going to hottopic while we're at the mall” I grabbed my wallet and jackett to put on over my hoodie.
“You're changing first” ophelia told me sassily.
“It's cold, O”
“Change”
“No!”
**
Ophelia got her nails done, I watched.
“Girl you sure you don't want a manicure? Cause ya need one.” Ophelia told me as the nail stylist continued to paint her nails.
“Thanks But no. I don't like people touching me.”
“Tell Dalton that.”
“I swear to god I'm going to kill you”
**
“Here. Hot Topic” Ophelia sarcastically told me with a grand gesture towards the store we both adored.
“Oh shut up you love it!” I told her as we walked in. She immediately went towards a Hamilton shirt as I went to some Twenty One Pilots merch. I swear, one day I’ll see Dalton’s merch here. One  day.
    There was a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see who it was. It was a girl who looked about 13-14. “Excuse me are you Skylen, Dalton’s girlfriend?” she asked me.
“Yes I’m Skylen but me and Dalton are just friends,” I hate not being able to tell peopel.
“Oh….” she said it quietly as we stood there awkwardly.
“Um, are you a fan?” I asked her. Of course she’s a fan. Ugh such an idiot.
“Yep! And I’m going to the Dallas concert!”
“That’s awesome, so am I.” she laughed and looked at the ground. “Hey, what’s your name? I’ll Salty you said hey.” her face lit up with excitement.
“Lynn! will you?”
“Sure thing.”
“Thank you!” she hugged me then ran off.
“Well that was cute,” Ophelia told me, “did she recognize you for being with Dalton or for your choreography?”
“Dalton. The day someone stops me in Hot Topic for my choreography is the day I know I’m doing alright.” she rolled her eyes. “Come on let’s go to forever 21!” she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the store, I was able to drop what I was holding before we went through the doors.
**
“What do you think?” O asked me as she came out of the dressing room.
“I think it’s totally hot, I also think it’s january.”
“Mm good point, this is like a late February dress.”
I laughed as she went back in the dressing room to put on her 4th dress.
I went to look at some dresses for myself. I found nothing. Ophelia came out of dressing room.
“Skyle I found it!” I turned around and she was in a tight off the shoulder sweater dress.
“Dang girl!”
“What are you getting?”
“Uh….”
“Ugh you’re hopeless.”
**
Ophelia made wear a sweater dress thing, but she let me wear my combat boots.
**
At the party I watched Ophelia as she danced the night away. I did some dances too but this chapter is about O.
We started to walk out the door after a few hours. I took Ophelias handas we weeved through the crowd of college students. Each more idiotic than the last.
I felt O pull back. More like someone pulling her back. I looked to see a drunk student holding her.
“Back off charming. Snow needs her rest.” I tried to pull her back but he fought.
“She can speak for herself!” he yelled. Ophelia pulled back and slapped him across the face. The room went silent. All eyes on us. “Damn straight.” we then strutted out like the queens we are.
“Give me the keys, I’m driving.” I said laughing as we walked to the car.
“No it’s my car.”
“Ophelia, keys.” she probably had a drink or two.
I drove to Ophelia’s where we watched movies, ate ice cream and talked.

“So how are things going with mr salt?” she asked me whiling taking a spoonful of ice cream.
“Crap. um they’re good.” I looked at my phone remembering I told Dalton to text me.
The Salt: just landed
The Salt: having fun I assume?
The Salt: don’t have too much fun
The Salt: Met up with the band
The Salt: I’ll stop spamming you now…
The salt: text me when you can
The Salt: love you
Kid: DALT IM SO SORRY I was hanging out with O. I still am. Ti amo. I’ll text you later!
The Salt: It’s alright kid.

“What was that about?” O asked me.
“I forgot to text dalt back…. So why’d you and Max break up?”
“He wanted a family.”
“You dont?”
“Not now. I’m 19.”
“What’s going on that pretty little head of yours?”
“A lot.” I shifted my position indicating for her to continue. “What if I don’t make it? What if I do and it’s not what I want? I show all this confidence but I’m scared sky. I’m terrified. I’m in this buble. This buble made of a one wag mirror, and I’m banging on it, I’m pounding so hard. I see everyone walk by and they don’t see me, they can’t. And I’m yelling just trying to get their attention,” she started tearing up. “But no one cares. I moved to Texas to get away from my parents telling me exactly what I had to do. They didn’t even care when I left. Skylen I’m hitting the glass and my knuckles are bleeding, I’m trying to break through. I thought I did. The wall came shattering down and still no one cares.” she picked at her fingernails then looked back up at me. “You stepped out of line, you cared. You’re my best friend Skylen.” I wrapped her arms around me and began crying. I rubbed her back not knowing what to say. She’s my best friend.  I'll always care.