Thoughts, lies and memories | DAMON BGT

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David

I frown, amazed at the change in behavior.

"Simon..." I called him but he kept his eyes on the front.

His indispensable sunglasses didn't let me know how he was, and for a moment, I wanted to take them off and throw them out the window, but I held back.

I stared at him for a few more seconds.

Maybe I was crazy, but something inside me told me that Simon Cowell was terribly sad.
And I would solve it.

The radio was off, so without asking, I looked for a station I liked.

And suddenly it sounds: hey hey, you you, I don't like your girlfriend!

I smiled big and turned up the volume as much as I could.

Simon grunts softly, tilting his head back a little. "David, turn it down, I don't like that song."

As usual, I ignore him and continue to 'dance' and mimic the song. Simon tries to get it down on his own, but I went faster and covered up the stereo.

"No Mr. Cowell, you're driving! Eyes on the road, okay? I don't want to die."

Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I knew full well that he rolled them up.

You're so fine.
I want you mine.
You're so delicious.

I put one of my hands on his chest and slide it down. My Simon seems to contain a laugh and he takes my hand off there.

"Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious. And hell yeah I'm the mother fuckin' princess" I sang camply.

Simon, finally, laughs animatedly, showing that perfect smile.
Joy fills my senses and I smile wildly.

If there was one thing I enjoyed, it was to make people laugh. I loved being able to influence their moods to improve them.
Make your bad day a good day.

Especially if it was him.

And so, with Avril Lavigne, we came home.
.
.
.

He parks and I get out of the car in no rush.

I walk until I reach the threshold of my house. I take air and release it slowly.
Here we go again, back to the routine. The only good thing was that my mother would be with me for a few days.

A male throat-clearing catches my attention. I look at Simon and notice a suitcase in his hand.

My heart stops.

"David, I was wondering if... if I could stay at your house for a few days" he scratches his neck "I mean, the doctor said you should take good care of yourself and it would be nice if someone helped you. Your mother said she would, but..."

He stops for a few seconds, sure because of the discomfort he felt. He bows his head and I hear him murmuring for God's sake.

I smile because of the tenderness I felt when I saw Simon Cowell nervous.

I decided to save him and I spoke.

"Si..." I put my right hand on his shoulder and winked "I'd love that".