An alarm blared, startling Dixon awake. He fumbled around on his bed until he found his phone and shut it off.
He had a student council meeting in the afternoon, so after quickly washing up, he grabbed his bag and headed for the door.
The moment he stepped out, the hallway was dark.
"Sheesh, talk about a sudden change in weather."
The sky was overcast, and it looked like it was about to rain...
"Crap, the clothes are still hanging on the balcony!" he exclaimed, pulling out his keys and rushing back.
He threw open the balcony door. Dixon muttered to himself as he gathered the clothes, "Honestly, that Ian... He's still not back, didn't bring in the laundry, and couldn't even be bothered to call and remind me when it got cloudy."
"Tsk. Looking at this, I bet he's not even coming back tonight…"
"Holy shit?!"
Just as Dixon turned around, his arms full of clothes, he saw a figure sitting in a corner of the balcony.
He was so scared he almost dropped all the clothes.
