Cookstro fic
Title: I for You
Author: auto_floss
Pairing: Cookstro
Summary: Jason and David share a chummy moment during American Idol season 7
Disclaimer: Story's mine, not the boys
Author's Note: This story was inspired by the Website (http://www.davidcooktheamericanidol.com/3 01-reasons-why/) Partial listings used in the story. Please credit original website.
It was Monday afternoon; David Cook had just finished rehearsing his arrangement of the songs he's singing on tomorrow's show. This was American Idol Season 7, a season so far crammed with great talents and camaraderie. Never had a season offered such captivating varaiety of male and female contenders for the public's enthused fandoms. Consequently, each week, their entire gang went through the rigmarole of praying for luck and votes, whilst accepting the ever dwindling number of friends as they bid farewell to each other until one of them was crowned ultimate champion. This week five of them remained still, and word nerd rocker David Cook would be lying if he insisted that the mounting pressures weren't bothering him just a bit. As he made his way back to their lodging compound, his analytical head carried on its habitual calculation of his chances against the remaining contestants. When he turned the corner of the hallway, bouts of roaring laughter emitted from his room. He paused, confused. Surely his roommate Jason Castro would be the only one inside; and surely someone like Jason Castro was physically incapable of generating such raucous. He stood by the door, ears perked, and as he listened longer, he was shocked to find that indeed it was the habitually mellow folksong crooner laughing at the top of his lung!
"What’s going on, Castro?" David barged in, extremely curious at what the usually mild mannered dread head could have found so devastatingly amusing.
Jason gawked at the bewildered rocker, then shifted his gaze back to his computer screen, and in a instant burst out laughing again, bracing himself from the splitting side pains.
Dave raised an eyebrow in an expression that said, whatever, as he shrugged and plopped himself down on the bed. Jason peered in his direction, tears running down his narrowed blue eyes. He's still laughing so heartily that he had to wipe his face--literally wipe the grin off his face--before regaining enough composure to address his baffled friend..
"Sorry, man.... there's this thing I read about you...haha.... it's too much..."
"About me?" David inched forward to glance at Jason's computer screen. It was a fansite dedicated to himself. On that particular page David encountered the following:
301 Reasons Why…
you should vote for David Cook:
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away David Cook invented the force.
All Polar Bears are left handed.
And on the 8th day God created David Cook.
Bo doesn’t know David Cook, but he’d like to
Charlie Chaplin once won 3rd place in a Charlie Chaplin look alike contest. David Cook took first place.
David Cook actually invented the George Foreman grill
David Cook actually kicked Chuck Norris’s ass but didn’t tell anyone because he didn’t want Chuck to be sad.
David Cook actually saw, captured, and then released big foot.
David Cook adores babies.
David Cook wants the truth. He can handle the truth.
David Cook and Superman once fought a battle to the death. It ended in a draw and Superman bought David a beer.
David Cook ate the rest of Ozzy’s bat.
David Cook beats Rock, Paper, and Scissors.
David Cook believes every day should be casual Friday.
David Cook can bend the space-time continuum.
David Cook can catch flies with only one chop stick.
David Cook can fly, but he doesn’t rub it in.
"What the..?!" Cocking his large head, the word nerd's lips crooked into a sardonic smile, then spread wider into a grin, then let out a few chuckles before he yielded self control and burst out cackling too. His reaction tipped off Jason’s composure, in an instant caused Jason to start again, giggling and snorting. David sat up straight, shaking his head to calm down, his bemused eyes resuming their scroll down the list further.
David Cook can turn the beat around…turn it upside down.
David Cook can water ski without a boat.
David Cook can have his cake and eat it too.
David Cook can hula hoop like nobody’s business.
David Cook can make the best taco platter you’ve ever tasted, but won’t out of principle
David Cook can make the devil cry.
David Cook created ketchup just to take tomatoes down a notch or two.
David Cook fought the law and David Cook won.
David Cook gets more results than Google.
David Cook doesn’t do “covers” he does “betters.”
"This shit is ridiculous. Where did you find this?" the rocker questioned laughingly. Jason shook his head, unable to answer. David gazed at the smaller boy's crouched figure, feeling a sudden mischief. Each week they hung out together, the rocker was finding the crooner's subtle charm increasingly irresistible. As the boy's blue eyes flashed vivacious fire, David thought how uncommonly pretty his roommate was; and how for a boy, those parted red lips had absolutely no right to be so... luscious. A nameless impulse came over him and for the first time, David acted on basic instinct.
"Are you laughing at me? Are you laughing at me?" Abandoning the lap top theatrically, he pounced on the bed, and in a wrestling move, pinned Jason Castro, immobilizing the dread head.
"Are you laughing at me?" With leering eyes, David persisted in his playful interrogation, pummeling Jason who kept giggling though he wriggled under the formidable rocker's heaving body.
"No..hahha. no please don't tickle me, Dave."
"You think it's funny to laugh at me? Am I funny, Jase?" David began to seriously tickle the boy who squirmed and flailed trying to pry the bigger boy off. Beads of fine sweat lingered on Jason's forehead; his eyes shone in flustered excitement.
"I’m not laughing at you. haha..hehe.. "
"You lie, Castro. I can hear you...all the way down the hall,” huffed David, pressing Jason’s arms on the bed, straddling the boy, “laughing at me..." Roused gray eyes stared into merry blue ones. In a moment, Jason's expression altered from frivolousness to tranquility as he gazed up at the red faced young man who seemed all of a sudden uncertain of his own behavior.
"No David. I wasn't lauging at you. I thought the stuff they posted was really persuasive...because after reading them, I’d vote for you...”
David froze for a moment at Jason's words.
"I would vote for you, David, because I believe you should win."
Dumbfounded, the rocker's grip loosened. allowing Jason to spring up and with unexpected agility, regaining advantage by pinning the older boy on the bed.
"Gottcha!" Jason shouted with energy, chuckling as his rested both elbows on David’s rising chest. "So how'd you like the idea of me voting for you to win?"
David was silent, red patches bloomed on his pale face. His hands came up to play with Jason’s barley colored dreads. This close, he can feel Jason's perfumed breaths fanning his face.
"Thanks, I guess..."
"You're welcome..." Jason whispered, his large blue eyes staring down at David, a sweet expression on his face which David found so endearing that he smiled back intuitively, pale fingertips making their way furtively on to Jason's nape. For an eternity, there was no sound but echoing heartbeats. Is this where the protagonists in love stories kiss? David’s mind raced madly as his thumb stroked Jason's pulsating neck.
Somewhere in the room a cell phone was ringing. Jason rolled off of David, slightly discontended and confused.
'"It's yours,” David uttered as a matter of fact,
"Oh..right." Jason reached over to grab his iPhone on the table. "Hey Mandy..."
David lay passive, cooling himself from the weird emotions rushing through his brain just minutes ago when Jason perched on top of him. Gotta get it together if you're going to win this thing, David Roland Cook. No more distractions...even if the distraction said he would vote for you... so adorable. Shaking himeself out of the stupor to reclaim his usual nonchalance, David motioned to Jason that he was heading out. Jason nodded, his sapphire eyes twinkling. Covering the receiver, he mouthed intimately, "See you later?"
"Yeah... I'll go and bother Mike for a while...later."
Author: auto_floss
Pairing: Cookstro
Summary: Jason and David share a chummy moment during American Idol season 7
Disclaimer: Story's mine, not the boys
Author's Note: This story was inspired by the Website (http://www.davidcooktheamericanidol.com/3 01-reasons-why/) Partial listings used in the story. Please credit original website.
It was Monday afternoon; David Cook had just finished rehearsing his arrangement of the songs he's singing on tomorrow's show. This was American Idol Season 7, a season so far crammed with great talents and camaraderie. Never had a season offered such captivating varaiety of male and female contenders for the public's enthused fandoms. Consequently, each week, their entire gang went through the rigmarole of praying for luck and votes, whilst accepting the ever dwindling number of friends as they bid farewell to each other until one of them was crowned ultimate champion. This week five of them remained still, and word nerd rocker David Cook would be lying if he insisted that the mounting pressures weren't bothering him just a bit. As he made his way back to their lodging compound, his analytical head carried on its habitual calculation of his chances against the remaining contestants. When he turned the corner of the hallway, bouts of roaring laughter emitted from his room. He paused, confused. Surely his roommate Jason Castro would be the only one inside; and surely someone like Jason Castro was physically incapable of generating such raucous. He stood by the door, ears perked, and as he listened longer, he was shocked to find that indeed it was the habitually mellow folksong crooner laughing at the top of his lung!
"What’s going on, Castro?" David barged in, extremely curious at what the usually mild mannered dread head could have found so devastatingly amusing.
Jason gawked at the bewildered rocker, then shifted his gaze back to his computer screen, and in a instant burst out laughing again, bracing himself from the splitting side pains.
Dave raised an eyebrow in an expression that said, whatever, as he shrugged and plopped himself down on the bed. Jason peered in his direction, tears running down his narrowed blue eyes. He's still laughing so heartily that he had to wipe his face--literally wipe the grin off his face--before regaining enough composure to address his baffled friend..
"Sorry, man.... there's this thing I read about you...haha.... it's too much..."
"About me?" David inched forward to glance at Jason's computer screen. It was a fansite dedicated to himself. On that particular page David encountered the following:
301 Reasons Why…
you should vote for David Cook:
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away David Cook invented the force.
All Polar Bears are left handed.
And on the 8th day God created David Cook.
Bo doesn’t know David Cook, but he’d like to
Charlie Chaplin once won 3rd place in a Charlie Chaplin look alike contest. David Cook took first place.
David Cook actually invented the George Foreman grill
David Cook actually kicked Chuck Norris’s ass but didn’t tell anyone because he didn’t want Chuck to be sad.
David Cook actually saw, captured, and then released big foot.
David Cook adores babies.
David Cook wants the truth. He can handle the truth.
David Cook and Superman once fought a battle to the death. It ended in a draw and Superman bought David a beer.
David Cook ate the rest of Ozzy’s bat.
David Cook beats Rock, Paper, and Scissors.
David Cook believes every day should be casual Friday.
David Cook can bend the space-time continuum.
David Cook can catch flies with only one chop stick.
David Cook can fly, but he doesn’t rub it in.
"What the..?!" Cocking his large head, the word nerd's lips crooked into a sardonic smile, then spread wider into a grin, then let out a few chuckles before he yielded self control and burst out cackling too. His reaction tipped off Jason’s composure, in an instant caused Jason to start again, giggling and snorting. David sat up straight, shaking his head to calm down, his bemused eyes resuming their scroll down the list further.
David Cook can turn the beat around…turn it upside down.
David Cook can water ski without a boat.
David Cook can have his cake and eat it too.
David Cook can hula hoop like nobody’s business.
David Cook can make the best taco platter you’ve ever tasted, but won’t out of principle
David Cook can make the devil cry.
David Cook created ketchup just to take tomatoes down a notch or two.
David Cook fought the law and David Cook won.
David Cook gets more results than Google.
David Cook doesn’t do “covers” he does “betters.”
"This shit is ridiculous. Where did you find this?" the rocker questioned laughingly. Jason shook his head, unable to answer. David gazed at the smaller boy's crouched figure, feeling a sudden mischief. Each week they hung out together, the rocker was finding the crooner's subtle charm increasingly irresistible. As the boy's blue eyes flashed vivacious fire, David thought how uncommonly pretty his roommate was; and how for a boy, those parted red lips had absolutely no right to be so... luscious. A nameless impulse came over him and for the first time, David acted on basic instinct.
"Are you laughing at me? Are you laughing at me?" Abandoning the lap top theatrically, he pounced on the bed, and in a wrestling move, pinned Jason Castro, immobilizing the dread head.
"Are you laughing at me?" With leering eyes, David persisted in his playful interrogation, pummeling Jason who kept giggling though he wriggled under the formidable rocker's heaving body.
"No..hahha. no please don't tickle me, Dave."
"You think it's funny to laugh at me? Am I funny, Jase?" David began to seriously tickle the boy who squirmed and flailed trying to pry the bigger boy off. Beads of fine sweat lingered on Jason's forehead; his eyes shone in flustered excitement.
"I’m not laughing at you. haha..hehe.. "
"You lie, Castro. I can hear you...all the way down the hall,” huffed David, pressing Jason’s arms on the bed, straddling the boy, “laughing at me..." Roused gray eyes stared into merry blue ones. In a moment, Jason's expression altered from frivolousness to tranquility as he gazed up at the red faced young man who seemed all of a sudden uncertain of his own behavior.
"No David. I wasn't lauging at you. I thought the stuff they posted was really persuasive...because after reading them, I’d vote for you...”
David froze for a moment at Jason's words.
"I would vote for you, David, because I believe you should win."
Dumbfounded, the rocker's grip loosened. allowing Jason to spring up and with unexpected agility, regaining advantage by pinning the older boy on the bed.
"Gottcha!" Jason shouted with energy, chuckling as his rested both elbows on David’s rising chest. "So how'd you like the idea of me voting for you to win?"
David was silent, red patches bloomed on his pale face. His hands came up to play with Jason’s barley colored dreads. This close, he can feel Jason's perfumed breaths fanning his face.
"Thanks, I guess..."
"You're welcome..." Jason whispered, his large blue eyes staring down at David, a sweet expression on his face which David found so endearing that he smiled back intuitively, pale fingertips making their way furtively on to Jason's nape. For an eternity, there was no sound but echoing heartbeats. Is this where the protagonists in love stories kiss? David’s mind raced madly as his thumb stroked Jason's pulsating neck.
Somewhere in the room a cell phone was ringing. Jason rolled off of David, slightly discontended and confused.
'"It's yours,” David uttered as a matter of fact,
"Oh..right." Jason reached over to grab his iPhone on the table. "Hey Mandy..."
David lay passive, cooling himself from the weird emotions rushing through his brain just minutes ago when Jason perched on top of him. Gotta get it together if you're going to win this thing, David Roland Cook. No more distractions...even if the distraction said he would vote for you... so adorable. Shaking himeself out of the stupor to reclaim his usual nonchalance, David motioned to Jason that he was heading out. Jason nodded, his sapphire eyes twinkling. Covering the receiver, he mouthed intimately, "See you later?"
"Yeah... I'll go and bother Mike for a while...later."