Dave Strider: A Short Story

"Babe you gotta smile at the pops camera's." The blond haired dude said as we got in his black pulled up convertible,you see this is my 5th date with the 'oh so famous movie writer and director ' Dave Strider. "No fuck that noise dude,"I shrug cracking open the window to let out his cigarette smoke. "Do you want them to know that it bothers you?" The side of his mouth moves incredibly fast for having something in it. "No,but if you're not smiling shouldn't they figure to fuck off?" Tugging on the little black dress that was more than a classic for this occasion,he laughs smoke shooting out of the side he was talking out of. "When are celeb's ever smiling?Never,It like lights some kind of fuel or some shit for them like you can't be like 'nah please leave me
"We do it in the dark,with smiles on our faces."I sing back as we pull away. "We don't fight fair." The next time we end up at some movie premiere is about two months later,It's Dave's latest about some solo rapper finding his soul in an apple juice,and his robot companion helping him.It sounds like a stoner movie,but whatever Dave has had crazier ideas in the past. "Don't talk to Ms.Noisy till after the showing kay?" Dave says as I wave to Mitch, "Okay?"I shrug as we lock arms and have Joe guide us to the theater I was right,It totally was a stoner movie.As Dave and I are stolen by different people to talk about random shit I finally make my way to Ms.Noisy. "So 'Name' is it true that you and Dave are engaged?" She says with a bit too much joy in her voice. "Uhm?" Before I can finish I feel a tug on my dress as Dave smiles nervously,he's on one knee and things finally click. "Holy shit."Dave laughs knowing cameras are on us,and I just said 'holy shit' in front of