Wonder Dog | DAMON BGT

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"Excuse me?" David bows to him, smiling in apology because he thought he had not heard correctly.

What does he mean 'it's you'?

"The person I miss is you."

David is impressed by his words.
"But—..." he grins "what are you talking about? we didn't see each other while you were gone, remember? Do you feel well, Si?"

Simon had one thing very clear as soon as he became human again: tell the truth to David. He knew beforehand that hiding things/lying was never good.

And in his spare time, he mentally ordered his ideas and created his dialogues for when it was time to talk to David.

Even he had thought 'it's not that hard'.

But by this moment, all his prepared scripts seemed to have been erased from his memory.

"Okay, okay, let me explain. Let's sit down."

David obeyed.

Cowell joins his own hands and closes his eyes.
May it go well, please, may he believe me...

David

"Dave, there's something I haven't told you about my 'vacation', but before I tell you, please forget your beliefs about the impossible, okay?"

What he just said made things even stranger. At least for me.

He talked so cautiously, so slowly, making me feel like I was a kitten who would run if he didn't talk like that.

"All that time I was close to you, more than you can imagine, because I... am Silly" he looks up at me.

I stared at him.

Simon seems so serious, nothing compatible with what he said.

"I—um..." I chuckled "it's not something I haven't already thought about, you know?"

He looks terribly surprised.
"Really?"

"Yeah, you've always been silly" I shrug my shoulders, smiling innocently.

My boss shakes his head energetically.

"Oh, no, no. You're not getting it. I'm Silly, your—yourschnauzerdog" his cheeks blushed.

I stop smiling.

"What?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth David. I don't know how the hell happened, but on the last day of auditions I was already a dog. I went to get help with you guys and got in my chair trying to tell it, remember?"

I was silent.

"And then you took me home!"

"You're lying..."

Simon takes my hands "no, no, it's the truth! I can prove it to you!"

My silence was a 'yes' for him.

"If I'm lying, tell me how can I know that you go swimming every morning? or that your book that you love to read, no matter how many times, is Charlie and the chocolate factory? or that you're writing an amazing book about a guy that's great for soccer? or that you like to listen to Elton John while you make your lunch?..."

The first explanation I would have given was that he was a stalker.

But as he said more... what he had said didn't seem so crazy. The 'coincidences' were too many.

There was a moment when I no longer listened to him. I focused on my thoughts and the conclusions that slowly landed in my mind.

If Simon was always with me... it meant that not only he knows such trivial things as what I liked for breakfast, but he was also familiar to more personal things.

Like my emotional falls; my nights crying myself to sleep; the messages I wrote in Simon Cowell's chat but erased them instead of sending them...
Simon was there.

My attempt to do it with a woman; my pathetic insecurities; my constant loneliness; what I feel and think of a certain man who likes to wear high waist trousers...
Simon was bloody there.

I was ashamed.
Horribly ashamed.

"...and suddenly I became human again. I still have no clue how it occurred, but I wasn't intending to find out until I told you, you know? Because... I want to make things right with you from now on, you became special to me, and... I like you"

I was in a state of shock...
and finally, couldn't handle it anymore.

"I have to go," I murmured and got up quickly, escaping from his hand that was attached to mine the whole time.

"David!" he went after me.

I arrived at the door and he got in the way, sneaking in.

I lowered my head.
"I have to go"

"What's the matter, David? Talk to me, I know... I know it's hard to understand b-but I'll clarify everything for you, I promise"

"Move, Simon, please. I want... I just want to leave" I begged in a humiliating broken voice.

One second, two, three... ten seconds.

"...okay, sorry," he gets out of my way.

I left, without looking back.