Static Shock (Dalton Rapattoni)

A Spark

Dedicated to Newtish

Meraki
(n.) the soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work

Chapter Two.

"Dalton, please. Off your phone. You have an interview in an hour, you have to get ready."

The bleached blonde boy shoved his phone into his pocket and sighed softly. "Alright, Samuel. Sorry.." He rolled his sea green eyes and followed the silver haired boy into a dressing room.

"Who are you even talking to? You haven't taken your eyes off that thing all day." Samuel sighed and motioned for him to take a seat in front of the brightly lit mirror.

"Who I'm talking to?" Dalton asked softly. Samuel nodded curtly and raised an eyebrow, meaning for him to go on. A girl with black hair and pink highlights entered the room and began to attack Dalton with various brushes.

Dalton gladly closed his eyes, escaping Samuel's piercing dark blue stare. "Uh, no one special. Just someone I met last night." Dalton's canines grazed his bottom lip.

Samuel clicked his tongue, Dalton could imagine what he looked right now; His manager's perfect eyebrows furrowed and his hands resting on his hips.

"Someone you met last night?"

Dalton opened his eyes as the girl was dismissed by Sammy. The young star grabbed the eyeliner off the table and leaned closer to the mirror and applied it with ease. His silver haired companion stood behind his chest, running a hand through his own messy hair.

"Yeah, she just needed a little help. I barely know her, Sam. So don't jump to conclusions." Dalton leaned back in his chair, keeping his eyes on Sam's reflection in the mirror. When his manager started to open his mouth, he interrupted, "How's Logan doing?"

This worked every time. Any time Dalton didn't feel like talking, all he had to do was bring up Sam's boyfriend. He watched as Samuel's dark blue eyes lit up and he fanned his face.

"Logan's doing great! We actually just got a puppy! It's adorable. Haven't named him yet, though." Sam pushed his bangs out of his face, "Sassy little dog. Maybe we should name it Dalton."

Dalton chuckled softly, "Perhaps Salty would be better?" He listened as Logan laughed and began to just gush about how sweet Logan was. Dalton reached into his pocket, pulling his phone out and tuned out Sam's voice; nodding his head and giving a soft hmmm, when need be.

To Kiera;
Sorry about that. A bit busy at the moment. I'll talk you when I get home.

A few minutes passed and his phone lit up. A grin tugged a his lips as he read over the message.

From Kiera;
Busy, huh? I understand c: Talk to you later then.