False Starts || Dave Grohl

Chapter 53

I smirk, "Well that car is as good as mine then young one. Start saying your goodbyes."

"I think you're a little too confident in yourself this time around Rosemary. Life will catch up with you soon enough"

Rhys and I catch up a little more, laughing from time to time about something crazy that happened to one of us. Me animatedly telling him about the paparazzi that enjoy following me to the dumpster out back while he tells me all about the idiots, he works with trying to get an 'in' with Dave Grohl.

"Well, Naz and I need to head out for our shifts. I'll call you again soon, okay? Don't do anything dumb." He may be twenty years younger than me, but he's still overly protective of me rather than the other way around.

"Why is it always me doing the dumb things? What the hell people?" I groan, "I'm not that bad."

Rhys chuckles, "Tell that to the pins you got in your arm from the go-cart accident a few years ago dumb ass."

"It wasn't my fault!"

"It's always your fault." I hear my brother shuffle around on his end of the line, "I love you."

"Love you too Rhys," and with those final words, I press the end call button.

"Ah," Amy leans back in my second chair at my soundboard that's usually designated for the band or a guest producer. "What a beautiful sibling relationship. I'm with Rhy by the way. You and Dave will so be married by the end of the year."

"Shut the fuck up Amelia." I roll my eyes, pushing out of the rolling chair in hope of getting a fresh cup of coffee and some peace and quiet.

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December 17, 1996

Alexandria, VA

Never in my life have I been in such a rush to get back to Virginia. Always sticking to the more cautious side of driving so I can arrive to my destination in one piece, but here I am, sprinting up the steps to Virginia Grohl's house five hours later praying that she hadn't forgotten young Frances Bean at the airport (even though I know she would never).

By now, I am running completely off the small amount of coffee and slim jims I purchased in Harrisburg on my way home, and that is in no way filling. Just the thought makes my stomach growl.

My knuckles rap against the wooden door three times before resting back at my side, giving my foot reason to anxiously tap as I wait.

When the door opens and Bean comes running out, all of my previous anxiety and stress disappears. Being replaced with love and admiration toward the small blonde girl who is clutching my calf for dear life. "Ginnie you're a-"

When I look up to greet who I thought was Virginia, I am taken aback when I'm met with Dave instead. "Hey Rose..." His shoulder is propped up against the wooden doorframe as I just stand there staring with my mouth agape.

He looked good.

Better than he did a few months ago when Liam and Amy won tickets to see the Foo's in New York City and forced me to tag along. His hair was cut shorter than I'd ever seen it before, and in a way, it made me uncomfortable because it validated how different our lives are now.

"Hey Dave." I tear my eyes away from my ex-boyfriend long enough to see Frances tugging on the flannel wrapped around my waist, begging to be picked up. A groan escapes my mouth as I kneel down to pull her into my arms, "Girl you're starting to get too big for this."

Her blonde curls bounce as she shakes her head from side to side to tell me 'no' and I can't help but run my fingers through them. Lightly brushing through a few knots before kissing the top of the four-year-old's head.