Dave was part of a band called Nirvana. He was quite famous for being a drummer and your brother was Kurt. He would take you to some of the practices that he, Kurt and Krist. He was always good to you, and you weren’t use to it.

Dave was always protective about what you said about yourself and your body. He hated that. He thought you were beautiful.

You were taking a bath at Dave’s place with the curtain closed. You said something bad about yourself. Dave got a cup of cold water and dump a little bit of it on you. “Are you done talking bad about yourself?” He asked. You agreed and he took a second to talk. “I don’t believe you.” He said, dumping the rest on you, giggling.