Dave Grohl Novels & Stories

But I felt the seat beside me shift, and when I reluctantly turned, there he was, sitting close. "What, again? Can't you see I'm busy?" I snapped, my anger seeping through, though his smile remained unchanged. "By the way, I didn't introduce myself when you accidentally spilled your drink on me. I'm Drake. Mind telling me why you keep coming here, drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" His question fueled my anger. I looked away, hoping my silence would make him leave. "Hello," he persisted, but I kept drinking, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

AJ watched, wishing that he didn’t feel so damn helpless as Chris cleaned her arm and inserted a needle. “Damn,” Chris cursed as he searched for a vein. “She’s got nothing...” AJ tried not to think about what his words meant. She had to be fine. She had to be. “Can you go faster?” AJ hissed at Dave. The man was driving far too slow. He wasn’t paying the man to go the speed limit after all. Dave ignored him and reached for the dispatch radio. Without taking his eyes from the road, Dave contacted the hospital. It only took a moment before Dave was repeating the vital signs Chris shouted from the backseat into the radio for the hospital to prep for their arrival.

Before I could hear him talk again I walked out of the room, descending the stairs and strided towards the front door leaving the nauseous feeling behind. * Arriving at my home, I sighed. What an eventful day. “Home sweet fucking home~” I sang loudly knowing that mother dearest wasn’t at home to yell at me. Running through my wardrobe, my eyes landed on a pair of black leather shorts and a black off-shoulder shirt. Fuck yes, I’m wearing this. Grunge, but I love it. Grabbing the clothes I went to the bathroom to get a shower. Stripping down the clothes, I stood under the cold icy water that dripped down my skin. The cold water was a part of me. Everything with a hint of cold was me.

~~ Devin did bring Griffin with him to his office, the media had taken pictures of them and the internet went crazy about Griffin’s existence. “Ren,” Natalie approached me after the recording. “The label wants you to make a statement about Griffin. What the hell happened?” I told Natalie about what happened and like always, she understood my decisions. “What are you planning to do now? The label wants you to talk this time, they’ll let you go if you don’t clean this thing up.” “They can let me go for all I care,” I mumbled as we took a seat in the small cafe close to the studio. “I’m regretting coming out as a musician anyway.”

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

“An Old Fashioned and a side order of cheese fries.” George gasps, throwing out his hands in fake shock. He orders the same thing every time he comes in, which is nearly every day. He’s a bit of a local legend around here, but his tale of war hero turned drunk doesn’t have the happy ending we all hoped for. Still, he’s as respected as he can be, and is one of the more polite drunks we have sitting at the bar day in and day out. “I don’t know how you do it!”

“To say the least, I know that you are being my voice of reason. And that is something that I find myself growing more and more attracted to…” ****************************** “Fuck,” I whimpered as Dean hit my G-spot. His arms rested either side of my head as he held himself up. And he smirked, knowing that he managed to find it. He leaned in and kissed my neck before his thrusts grew harder as he kept hitting the same spot.

It's such a shame that Johnny is holding the camera right now so I can't see him and his naked body, only the hot security guard and Kissa are showing in the camera right now. "Um, my name is Brent, 27 years old and I'm a security guard. I'm kind of new to this job, only three months since I started here and I like it, the pay is not that much but it helps me keep my apartment," The hot security guard said looking at the camera, his eyes radiating a shade of green and it's just so captivating and hypnotizing at the same time. I think his eyes are the second most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, Michael's hazel brown eyes being the first.

Trevor grimaced and scrunched up his face before pouring himself another drink. He wrapped a gauze which was in his gym shorts and wrapped it around his bloodied hand before grasping the wine glass and gulping down what he had poured. His head reeled and he sat on the stool in front of the bar, staring at nothing. "What can't I stop the urge for blood? Why the hell am I different?! I am a fucking monster!" He snatched the glass from the counter and flung it across the room. The glass shattered and Trevor covered his ears with his hand, then let out a toe-curling scream.

Chris walked in, holding a case of beer and a bag of food. It took everything ounce of control I had to just shake his hand and not just snap his neck. Claude seemed to be expecting it was well, he was watching out interaction tensely. Behind him, Harrison, his beta waved. “This place is pretty cool though. If you like the cabin-in-the-woods vibe.” I smiled. “It gives me something to do on my off days.” Chris shook his head. “Shaving, doing construction, taking days off? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?”