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What do you think is wrong with DAVE? XOXO.

she added with a mischievous smirk. “Dave’s a musician. Have you heard ‘Forever Yours’?” Sia asked, her excitement rubbing off on me. “Yes, I’ve heard it, but I didn’t know that was him. I don’t really follow artists much,” I said softly, apologizing. Sia just nodded. “Hm, you’re missing out, girl! Okay, where was I? Oh right — Dave’s family is good friends with your crush, Michael,” Sia said, winking and teasing me. My cheeks burned instantly.

Dave must’ve noticed her sadness as well because he grabs her hand and says simply, “I’m gonna be real with you honey. That man has no ass, has ramen noodles for hair and is ugly as fuck.” She snorts and starts to laugh heartily. She then wipes a tear from her right eye with her sleeve and looks at Dave appreciatively. “Thank you. I needed that,” she says and Dave nods. “And another thing too: you’re Britney fucking Carey! Remember that girl, because everyone else will. You’re a living legend!” Dave adds and Britney smiles but looks down, as if she doesn’t fully believe this.

“Sh….Sh…. She is your mate. She tried to protect you against Mike when he tried to kill you. The witch took Mike. I think he is going to hurt her to get to you.” Time seemed to stand still. It felt like he was back in that Tyros. That stupid volcano that has him trapped knowing that the people that were important to him were in danger and he could do nothing about him. “She is my mate?” Dave asked the nurse. She nodded and fell to the floor when Dave let go of her. “How do you know?”

"Dave?" Luke whispered. Dave's gaze hovered over him until he was finally pushed into a room. "Luke!" His friends said and were shocked to see each other. They also went inside where Dave had been taken. "Dave Miller. You are the only suspect in the Kings and Queens explosion and we have invited you here to answer some questions we have prepared," a police officer said. They are currently in the middle of the table. Dave is with his handcuffed hand resting on the table while the policeman stood in front of him with his hands leaning on the table and looking directly at him.

Dave would squeeze my thighs every time he got excited about something or the replay of the knockout. Dave said, "I gotta go take a piss. Do you need anything while I'm up?" My reply surprised me as much as it did Dave, "I'm really comfortable. Are you sure you need to go that badly?" Mike replied, "UHOH! Someone isn't gonna make it to the main event tonight."

He carried Maya bridal style and walked out of the apartment into his car as they drove to his mansion, where they all belonged, under one roof. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑. My name is David Michael Gandy, son of Oscar Gandy and late Doris Gandy. My mother died when I was just two years old of ovarian cancer. Three years later my father married the most kindest woman in existence and a year later my brother Collin was born. I know all of you might hate me now but I am not the villain and neither am I a hero.

Michael said, and Dave smiled. “Make sure you don’t lose her like we lost Sofia, because if you do, then I will kill you. Do you understand?” Dave said sternly. “Yes, sir, I understand you perfectly well, sir,” Michael replied. “Okay, then. I need to go now; I have something to take care of,” Dave said and ended the call before Michael could reply. “No one betrays me and goes scot-free. No one ever messes with me and goes free,” Dave said and ignited his car engine.

“What got you coming back home?” “Nothing, I got off rehearsal early today, so I wanted to pick some of my old stuff on my way to Cherry’s,” he said with a bright smile laced on his freckled cheeks. Dave is a performing arts major and also a popular influencer/blogger on social media. I remember some girls in my department saw me with him one time during our sophomore year and pestered me for weeks for his contact info. Even though we spend little time together, he always seems happy to see me whenever we meet.