Waiting For Yesterday (Cookleta)
Title: Waiting For Yesterday
Author: beth_archangel
Pairing: Cookleta, hints of Cook/Kimberly
Rating: R, hints of abuse, implied character death.
Word Count: 1084
Summary: Based on David's song of the same name. You can find my edited lyrics right here, yo
Cook threw on a pair of sunglasses and a baseball hat, hoping that they'll hide the black bruise on his left eye. As he did so, he tried his best to come up with as many excuses as he could. And when Archie inevitably notices the bruise, there will be no end to the amount of questions that would run through his mind. But time was running out, and the "tripping over dubs" excuse would have to work.
Cook knew Archie won't buy it.
When Cook was a few blocks away from the studio, he took off his sunglasses, just in case Archie was waiting outside. And of course, he was sitting on the front steps, earphones on. Once Cook got close to Archie, and the teen looked up at him, before making the expected face. First calm, and happiness at seeing his best friend, replaced with shock and worry as his mouth fell open. With a sigh, Cook tried to keep his words together in his head.
"Oh my gosh, Cook! What happened? How hurt are you?"
“Um…I’m fine. On the uh, on the way here, before I got into the truck, um, Dublin ran up the stairs and I slipped. Hitting mostly the side of eye on the stair. I’m fine, really. It’s just a bruise. No need to get so rash.” He faked a laugh, which cracked at the end. Archie looked like he was searching for another answer. His eyes left Cook's and went back to the bruise, and he sighed.
"If you say so."
**********
Archie was bent over his paper, lost in melodies and lyrics of the newest song that had come out of his and Cook's writing session, when Cook's phone beeped, scaring him so much that he drew a long black line across his song.
"Aww. Gosh, I liked that song." He said sadly, as Cook checked his phone.
Hey. Sorry about earlier, you know what you did to deserve it. Where are you? - Kimberly
With a sigh, he closed the phone, not noticing that Archie was reading the text over his shoulder until he looked to the side and his nose nearly collided with Archie's cheek. Then, their eyes met.
"Cook, can we talk?"
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Yes there is. What's going on, Cook? I've noticed bruises on your eyes the past few times I've seen you. Has she been hurting you?"
"She's not hurting me, alright! Damn it Arch, just leave me the hell alone."
After giving the boy a hard shove that sent him to the floor, Cook stood, and was gone. He got back in his truck, and smacked his hands on the steering wheel. Archie was always the jealous type when it came to Cook and someone else, and he really didn’t want to leave. Being with Archie made him feel safe, like he meant something.
Archie must have known Cook hadn't left, because he had come out to Cook's truck, hopping up into the passenger seat, and touching his arm lightly. He couldn't help but look at the younger man, knowing that his eyes betrayed his true feelings.
"Cook? Are you sure you don't want to talk?" His voice was soft, quiet, careful.
"I'm sure, Archie. Thank you, though."
"Um. If you're not busy later, did you want to hang out for dinner? Like, 5:30 or something?"
Cook smiled, but winced when it hurt his black eye. Archie made a face, and lightly placed his hand on the bruise, caressing it lightly, hesitating a moment before bestowing a kiss on Cook's eyebrow, where the lesser part of the bruise was.
All Cook could do was nod.
**********
5:30 came and went, and Archie found himself pacing in front of his house, staring at the driveway in hopes that Cook and his truck would magically appear there. But he somehow knew the older man wouldn't be showing up, and that something was wrong.
So what did he do?
He got into his car, dang it, and floored it to Cook and Kimberly's apartment, not caring how many traffic laws he had broken. He just wanted Cook safe, because he loved him, okay?
Then he burst through the front door like hell on wheels, where he found Cook sprawled on the floor, with Kimberly kneeled above him, punching every single part of him that she could reach. He leapt on her, grabbing her neck to pull her off of him. While he called the cops, he never let go of Kimberly's neck, not even when he felt her go limp in his grasp.
**********
That's when Cook saw the light. The bright, shining light that seemed to offer warmth, comfort, safety. And if he didn't know any better, he could have sworn he saw David standing there, dressed as an angel, wings and all, holding his hands out for Cook to follow him into the light.
He blinked, and Archie, his angel, was still there, running at him from the open front door of the apartment, eyes glittering with tears as he jumped on Kimberly, and pulled her off of him.
"Cook!"
He heard his angel's voice shout his name, and then everything went black.
**********
"How is he?"
"He's suffered 3 broken ribs, and massive internal bleeding. You saved his life, Mr. Archuleta, because if you brought him in a second later, he'd be dead."
Archie slept beside Cook that night, his small form fit perfectly against the other, offering him warmth that the thin hospital blanket couldn't.
**********
The day that Cook woke up, Archie was in the cafeteria. But when a nurse pulled him aside and told him, he flew down the hall and into Cook's room, and fell over the threshold in his eagerness to see those blue eyes once again.
"S'good to see you too, Arch." He patted a space beside him, which Archie gratefully flew into, happily squeezing Cook in his arms.
"Oh gosh, Cook. How are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you have enough pillows? Do you need some more food? Do you need some more water? Is there anything I can do?"
Cook was laughing now, and shaking his head. It wasn't surprising that Archie wanted to make sure he was absolutely okay. And he was. Archie was with him, Kimberly was out of the way, he was safe, and that's all that really mattered.
"You're with me, that's all that matters."
"Cook, just so you know, I'll never leave. Never again."
"Good."
Author: beth_archangel
Pairing: Cookleta, hints of Cook/Kimberly
Rating: R, hints of abuse, implied character death.
Word Count: 1084
Summary: Based on David's song of the same name. You can find my edited lyrics right here, yo
Cook threw on a pair of sunglasses and a baseball hat, hoping that they'll hide the black bruise on his left eye. As he did so, he tried his best to come up with as many excuses as he could. And when Archie inevitably notices the bruise, there will be no end to the amount of questions that would run through his mind. But time was running out, and the "tripping over dubs" excuse would have to work.
Cook knew Archie won't buy it.
When Cook was a few blocks away from the studio, he took off his sunglasses, just in case Archie was waiting outside. And of course, he was sitting on the front steps, earphones on. Once Cook got close to Archie, and the teen looked up at him, before making the expected face. First calm, and happiness at seeing his best friend, replaced with shock and worry as his mouth fell open. With a sigh, Cook tried to keep his words together in his head.
"Oh my gosh, Cook! What happened? How hurt are you?"
“Um…I’m fine. On the uh, on the way here, before I got into the truck, um, Dublin ran up the stairs and I slipped. Hitting mostly the side of eye on the stair. I’m fine, really. It’s just a bruise. No need to get so rash.” He faked a laugh, which cracked at the end. Archie looked like he was searching for another answer. His eyes left Cook's and went back to the bruise, and he sighed.
"If you say so."
**********
Archie was bent over his paper, lost in melodies and lyrics of the newest song that had come out of his and Cook's writing session, when Cook's phone beeped, scaring him so much that he drew a long black line across his song.
"Aww. Gosh, I liked that song." He said sadly, as Cook checked his phone.
Hey. Sorry about earlier, you know what you did to deserve it. Where are you? - Kimberly
With a sigh, he closed the phone, not noticing that Archie was reading the text over his shoulder until he looked to the side and his nose nearly collided with Archie's cheek. Then, their eyes met.
"Cook, can we talk?"
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Yes there is. What's going on, Cook? I've noticed bruises on your eyes the past few times I've seen you. Has she been hurting you?"
"She's not hurting me, alright! Damn it Arch, just leave me the hell alone."
After giving the boy a hard shove that sent him to the floor, Cook stood, and was gone. He got back in his truck, and smacked his hands on the steering wheel. Archie was always the jealous type when it came to Cook and someone else, and he really didn’t want to leave. Being with Archie made him feel safe, like he meant something.
Archie must have known Cook hadn't left, because he had come out to Cook's truck, hopping up into the passenger seat, and touching his arm lightly. He couldn't help but look at the younger man, knowing that his eyes betrayed his true feelings.
"Cook? Are you sure you don't want to talk?" His voice was soft, quiet, careful.
"I'm sure, Archie. Thank you, though."
"Um. If you're not busy later, did you want to hang out for dinner? Like, 5:30 or something?"
Cook smiled, but winced when it hurt his black eye. Archie made a face, and lightly placed his hand on the bruise, caressing it lightly, hesitating a moment before bestowing a kiss on Cook's eyebrow, where the lesser part of the bruise was.
All Cook could do was nod.
**********
5:30 came and went, and Archie found himself pacing in front of his house, staring at the driveway in hopes that Cook and his truck would magically appear there. But he somehow knew the older man wouldn't be showing up, and that something was wrong.
So what did he do?
He got into his car, dang it, and floored it to Cook and Kimberly's apartment, not caring how many traffic laws he had broken. He just wanted Cook safe, because he loved him, okay?
Then he burst through the front door like hell on wheels, where he found Cook sprawled on the floor, with Kimberly kneeled above him, punching every single part of him that she could reach. He leapt on her, grabbing her neck to pull her off of him. While he called the cops, he never let go of Kimberly's neck, not even when he felt her go limp in his grasp.
**********
That's when Cook saw the light. The bright, shining light that seemed to offer warmth, comfort, safety. And if he didn't know any better, he could have sworn he saw David standing there, dressed as an angel, wings and all, holding his hands out for Cook to follow him into the light.
He blinked, and Archie, his angel, was still there, running at him from the open front door of the apartment, eyes glittering with tears as he jumped on Kimberly, and pulled her off of him.
"Cook!"
He heard his angel's voice shout his name, and then everything went black.
**********
"How is he?"
"He's suffered 3 broken ribs, and massive internal bleeding. You saved his life, Mr. Archuleta, because if you brought him in a second later, he'd be dead."
Archie slept beside Cook that night, his small form fit perfectly against the other, offering him warmth that the thin hospital blanket couldn't.
**********
The day that Cook woke up, Archie was in the cafeteria. But when a nurse pulled him aside and told him, he flew down the hall and into Cook's room, and fell over the threshold in his eagerness to see those blue eyes once again.
"S'good to see you too, Arch." He patted a space beside him, which Archie gratefully flew into, happily squeezing Cook in his arms.
"Oh gosh, Cook. How are you feeling? Are you okay? Do you have enough pillows? Do you need some more food? Do you need some more water? Is there anything I can do?"
Cook was laughing now, and shaking his head. It wasn't surprising that Archie wanted to make sure he was absolutely okay. And he was. Archie was with him, Kimberly was out of the way, he was safe, and that's all that really mattered.
"You're with me, that's all that matters."
"Cook, just so you know, I'll never leave. Never again."
"Good."