Wonder Dog | DAMON BGT

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The scientific sister enters the password in the touch panel and the transparent door opens automatically.

Her brother, with his back to her, simply looks over his shoulder and then frantically writes on a notebook. "What's up?"

"Everything stays the same" Reb opens the mini refrigerator and pulls out a green Monster "and you?"

Seb scratches his nose "as we expected, the defense and amazement of the human body defeated us".

"It can't be."

"Yes, it can be. Just watch, it's just a matter of time. Our subject, simpler than a human, already threw away the virus."

Reb takes a look at her brother's disastrous calculations, only she can understand them, and smiles sideways "not much time left, mm?"

"You know, we messed with nature, and now she told us who really rules."

"Totally agree, brah."

The young man, far from being frustrated because his formula fails, makes fun of it "OH GOD, imagine what it will be like when it happens!"

She covers her mouth, her eyes opening in realization "SHIT, it's true! It will be quite a scene!"

They laughed for a long time, until a new thing passed through their minds: the crazy Suzanne.

"Should we tell her?" Seb takes her drink and finishes it with a long gulp, gaining a hateful look from her sister.

"No. Have you seen the news? The actions of her father's company have gone up a lot: she already has what she wanted".

"Yeah, but SyCo's still standing."

Reb shrugs her shoulders, "well, she's already proven one thing: SyCo knows how to manage without Cowell. At least until now."

"Enough for today, let's go, a flight to Los Angeles awaits us."

"Thank you, Suzanne Ritchie," she adds sneerly.

They left the scientific site, hugging and laughing.
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Simon

Friday night.
These two words together is quite a wonder, because when they are mentioned, there are so many things that come to mind: party, movies, sleep, friends, couple...

The early hours of the night were light in my wait for him, owing most of the credit to the Little Britain series.

Bert was very surprised when I was able to turn on the TV.

"You should have come sooner, Simon" he had said, very happy to find a remedy to his boredom that wasn't sleep.

But well, how good the show is (and one actor in particular) wasn't enough to keep me calm waiting as more and more time passed.
I'm not that stupid, and I soon conclude that David went out to party.

Yes, it made sense, nobody went out so dressed up and handsome on a Friday night if not for a party.

I felt like a goddamn family man, waiting for his son because he told him he had to be there by noon.

And from two o'clock in the morning it was hard not to worry.

David used to, or at least I know it from the few parties we've shared, drink a lot...
I just prayed that he would get home safely.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed that David wasn't with me—I mean, with Bert and me.

Lately I have felt my place with David, not so crazy after sharing, without asking, so much time together.

Also, I have discovered a part of David, that part that people with fame don't show to the cameras, and let's say that... I really liked it.

Unbelievable, but that imperative David Walliams of BGT did have some serenity and stillness, especially when reading... and writing.

Yes, David writes.
Last night, while Bert, he and me were lying in his bed, I found out about it.

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With his laptop on his thighs and the Microsoft Word application open, his fingers were passing through the keyboard of the machine. I was with my head on his chest, so I could read what he was passionately writing.

And for God's sake, it was incredible!

His idea was so original, authentic, sensitive and fun that I totally immersed myself in reading every paragraph he finished.

But he didn't seem to believe it.

In one of his pauses, he hides his face in his big hands "bloody hell, why am I doing this? It's crap," he said.

"W—What do you say?" I didn't agree "come on David, it was getting good!"

David denies with his head and I see that he directs the arrow to the option 'delete document', but I intervene immediately, putting myself in front of the screen "wait! what are you doing?!"

He sighs "come on Silly, move"

I looked at him sadly.
I wished he could understand me so I could tell him that what he was doing was very good, so I could put an end to his insecurity.

But it wasn't possible.
Words weren't on my side.

He then frowned "Silly?"

And yet, I kept trying.
"Don't do it. Don't eliminate it."

He was staring at me for a long time.
He seemed to be debating something in his mind.

Then he glances at the half uncovered screen and bites his lip.

"This is good? Do you like it, Silly?"

I was relieved and my tail starts to move "a lot, now keep writing, will you?"

Walliams closes his eyes and smiles "oh my, I think I'm going crazy, but something tells me you like it... sure because you don't know how to read" he jokes.

I rolled my eyes internally.

"All right, let's just keep going."
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I was hoping that tonight, Dave would go back to writing, but it doesn't always happen what you want, so here I am, still waiting for him.

And finally he returned, at 3:10 in the morning.
And he didn't come alone.

I was surprised when a blonde girl accompanied him.

In a blink, the two merged into a passionate kiss in front of me.