I leaned over to Chris and wispered in his ear. "Psst, who's the stripper chick?"
He went silent and started to play with his hands. "Uh, Dave... Can I talk to you outside?"
I looked at him weirdly. "Um sure?"
We walked out of the club and the freezing cold air slapped me right in the face.
"Brrr... make it quick Chris, It's fucking freezing out here!" I spat shivering.
"Alright man, calm down... Well... Uh... That 'stripper' chick I was with well... Um... I got her p-pregnant. For real. I fucked up bad. Real bad. And she wants to keep it..." Chris stammered out, trying not to have an anxiety attack.
Ha! Karma. Okay... That was mean... But still... Make fun of pregnacy scares...
Chris was shivering and turned ghost white. I grabbed his shoulders to stop him from fainting, about to reassure him when he comes out with this shit...
Chris stared me straight in the eyes. "And the worst thing is... I love you Dave."
...
Um...
What...
The...
Actual...
Fuck...?
Oh fuck what am I gonna say? I'm not gay!
Oh shit! Oh fuck!
My mouth dropped open. "Chris... Chris... I'm sorry... But well, I'm not gay... Or bisexual or anything other than straight for that matter... So I don't know what to do..." I studdered, eyes still locked onto his.
He looked away from me and spat out harshly. "It's okay Dave. I'm just that stupid confused little homo. I should just put a fucking wig on and a fake pair of tits and call myself Christina!"
Oh for fuck's sake...
"Chris look at me."
"No."
"For fuck's sake just do it."
"Fine... What?"
I swallowed thickly. "You're not a 'stupid confused litttle homo' You're a man who can make his own choices, and somehow in God's green earth you chose me. I don't know why. You know why. But, I'm not going to 'change' my sexuality and fucking hell what's going to happen now!?"
Chris looked upset and spoke quietly. "Look, let's just forget about this and go and get smashed okay?"
"Fine with me."
We walked back into Queenies and went up to the bar, ordering two Crown Royal Whiskies on the rocks with a slice of lemon to take the edge off. After sitting in silence and 2 drinks later, Chris disappeared and I saw Marilyn Manson and Trent Reznor just sitting there. I was bored as fuck and decided if I could get a party out of them. Besides, who dosen't want to party with a musical genius and The God Of Fuck?
I walked over and they noticed me coming, shouting. "HEY! IT'S DAVE GROHL! DO YOU WANT TO PARTY WITH US DAVE!" They were off their faces, but not drunk. Just on some coke, so at least they're half-concious of what they're doing...
(Sorry about the short chapter and the REALLY long wait)
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This Is A Call: A Dave Grohl Fanfiction
AcakDave is on a tumultuous downward spiral leading to drugs and destruction as a failed flame and unexpected attractions fall at his every step, possibly meeting the girl (or guy ;) of his dreams.
