Dave Grohl Young Novels & Stories

Rosette says with almost a sad smile. I know I’m going to miss her dearly. I’ll be able to visit after I turn 18. New recruits have rigorous training and schooling schedules. I won’t have any time to visit between training and classes. I take a bite of my food and I’m immediately in heaven. I’m sure going to miss her cooking. Just as I’m about to tell her, Julien, my instructor, walks in the back door. “Good morning, Miss Rose.” He greets as he walks over and gives her a hug before sitting at the table.

Suddenly a spotlight is shining in my face, and I feel like a rabbit caught in the headlamps. “Ah, there she is,” Dave says in his trademark husky voice. “Dude, you didn’t say she was so damn sexy,” he continues, sending a look in Taylor’s direction. What the hell? Dave Grohl knows my name? He thinks I am sexy? No, scratch that…Dave Grohl knows Taylor and has just called him ‘dude’??? I can feel the flush across my face as hundreds of pairs of eyes are now staring in my direction.

Maybe because I never had many friends, I had become a homebody. There were three days left before we were finally leaving for São Paulo. Marina had gotten together with the owner of the diner where we had worked together for several years and organized a party with the country singer who would be performing on my birthday. The show would be held on a Sunday afternoon, in the open air, in the courtyard of the gas station, exclusive for truck drivers, that our old boss was opening on the side of the highway. The singer would give her a discount on her f*e because he had not been able to perform on the day I turned eighteen, and estimates were that this would be the biggest show the city had e

A sarcastic laugh cut through the air. “You’re a riot. I didn’t know you board, should’ve figured though.” Brody’s hazel eyes were illuminated in the darkness as she openly checked me out. I guess that made enough sense. My style was all over the place, but I never strayed too far from a punk stuck in the early 2000’s. Pre 2010 Avril Lavigne would be so proud. “Long time ago.” I sighed, throwing my head back to take another swig. She set her skateboard between us and I traced my fingers along the grainy surface nostalgically. “How long have you been skating?” I aimed to keep the conversation light.

Nick is quite stupefied right as he is quite shocked to see his favorite artist while we were boarding earlier. “Hey, do you know where Nick is at right now?” Grey asked Kyle since they haven’t seen him around since boarding the yacht. “I think I saw him earlier below deck, but that was ten minutes ago so I’m not sure,” Kyle replied. “That guy, what is he doing?” Grey said as he was going down the stairs. “Why, what’s wrong?” Kyle asked. “You know that he loves this band right? It’s been his favorite band ever since high school. And now that he has a chance to meet them and get close to them, he hides.” Grey said.

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.