Fic: Eighteen, 1/1, Rated PG
Title: Eighteen
Author: courts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rated: PG
Summary: David can't believe he is finally turning eighteen.
Notes: So, I was going back through my fic folder and I noticed I have a few things in there that I never posted to my journal and, since my computer is on shaky ground right about now, I thought maybe I should post them to my journal in case there are any tragic hard drive catastrophes or anything. Anyway, I wrote this for sara84 for her birthday a while back and left it in her comments. I probably should have posted it yesterday, on Archie's actual birthday, but whatever.
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He couldn't believe it was finally here. It felt like he'd been waiting forever, even though it had actually only been a few months. Until that summer, it hadn't seemed that important. He didn't smoke and he'd never think of buying a gun and he'd already missed the election, so what difference did that one year make anyway?
But, then he'd met someone, someone to whom that year meant a great deal. David had tried to convince him that it didn't matter, that no one would ever know. But he'd know, he said, and he wanted to do things right. David had no choice but to agree.
So, here it was, just after midnight on David Archuleta's eighteenth birthday and he'd just snuck out of his house for the first time in his life. Well, technically he was an adult, so the sneaking wasn't necessary. He didn't relish the thought of this being the first adult conversation he had with his father, though, so he'd made sure to leave as silently as possible.
He'd left a note on his bed indicating that he'd gone out, that he was fine, and that he had some things he needed to do by himself. If his father found the note, hopefully he wouldn't call out the SWAT team to look for David.
After successfully getting out of his house, David had gotten into his car and driven over to see the only person he wanted to spend his birthday with. They hadn't actually discussed any of this, so David hoped that he wasn't the only one who'd been counting the minutes until this day. As he raised his hand to knock, the door was flung open, telling David that he hadn't, in fact, been waiting alone for this day to arrive.
"Hey," Cook said with a wide grin from the other side of the doorway. "Happy birthday."
"Hey," David replied with a shy smile of his own.
Then, before another word could be spoken, Cook was reaching forward, drawing David into the house and pushing his back against the now-closed door. And his lips were on David's before he'd really had a chance to think and that was good because he'd had enough time to think already.
Later, as they lay in Cook's bed, legs tangled beneath Cook's beige cotton sheets, David lifted his head from Cook's chest and smiled. "This is the best birthday I've ever had," he said to the man lying by his side.
Cook pulled David against him, kissing him gently and drawing back to say, "Happy birthday, Archie," before wrapping David snuggly in his arms once again.
Eighteen was going to be a very good year indeed.
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The End
November 24, 2008
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Author: courts
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rated: PG
Summary: David can't believe he is finally turning eighteen.
Notes: So, I was going back through my fic folder and I noticed I have a few things in there that I never posted to my journal and, since my computer is on shaky ground right about now, I thought maybe I should post them to my journal in case there are any tragic hard drive catastrophes or anything. Anyway, I wrote this for sara84 for her birthday a while back and left it in her comments. I probably should have posted it yesterday, on Archie's actual birthday, but whatever.
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He couldn't believe it was finally here. It felt like he'd been waiting forever, even though it had actually only been a few months. Until that summer, it hadn't seemed that important. He didn't smoke and he'd never think of buying a gun and he'd already missed the election, so what difference did that one year make anyway?
But, then he'd met someone, someone to whom that year meant a great deal. David had tried to convince him that it didn't matter, that no one would ever know. But he'd know, he said, and he wanted to do things right. David had no choice but to agree.
So, here it was, just after midnight on David Archuleta's eighteenth birthday and he'd just snuck out of his house for the first time in his life. Well, technically he was an adult, so the sneaking wasn't necessary. He didn't relish the thought of this being the first adult conversation he had with his father, though, so he'd made sure to leave as silently as possible.
He'd left a note on his bed indicating that he'd gone out, that he was fine, and that he had some things he needed to do by himself. If his father found the note, hopefully he wouldn't call out the SWAT team to look for David.
After successfully getting out of his house, David had gotten into his car and driven over to see the only person he wanted to spend his birthday with. They hadn't actually discussed any of this, so David hoped that he wasn't the only one who'd been counting the minutes until this day. As he raised his hand to knock, the door was flung open, telling David that he hadn't, in fact, been waiting alone for this day to arrive.
"Hey," Cook said with a wide grin from the other side of the doorway. "Happy birthday."
"Hey," David replied with a shy smile of his own.
Then, before another word could be spoken, Cook was reaching forward, drawing David into the house and pushing his back against the now-closed door. And his lips were on David's before he'd really had a chance to think and that was good because he'd had enough time to think already.
Later, as they lay in Cook's bed, legs tangled beneath Cook's beige cotton sheets, David lifted his head from Cook's chest and smiled. "This is the best birthday I've ever had," he said to the man lying by his side.
Cook pulled David against him, kissing him gently and drawing back to say, "Happy birthday, Archie," before wrapping David snuggly in his arms once again.
Eighteen was going to be a very good year indeed.
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The End
November 24, 2008
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