Fic: Evidence, 1/1, Rated PG
Title: Evidence
Author: courts
Disclaimer: No, not true.
Rated: PG
Summary: Follow the evidence.
Notes: Another drabble for the prompt grid.
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Thinking back on it, there were plenty of signs. You thought that it was all in your head, but then you start to realize that maybe you're not so crazy after all.
In the pictures, he's always touching you. His hand on your back, his arm around your waist. He ruffles your hair and it's just a little shy of being the touch of a big brother. He leans close enough to whisper in your ear and, when he does, his lips brush against your skin. Anyone who was really watching would have seen it all along.
When he sings, you can't help but smile. When he laughs, you can't help but laugh. And when he smiles, you can't help but love him.
He tells you that he's interested in the dressing room backstage after top 8 week. He tells you that he's serious the night of the finale. He tells you that he loves you late one night on the tour bus, Michael's snoring a quiet accompaniment to his declaration.
You start to believe him. You start to see the signs.
When you come to breakfast one morning with your shirt on backwards and your lips swollen, the others see it, too. Michael rolls his eyes and Brooke looks discretely away and Jason laughs as Syesha hands him a twenty-dollar bill.
David Cook just smiles and draws you into his lap. And it's all the evidence that you need.
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July 2, 2008
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Author: courts
Disclaimer: No, not true.
Rated: PG
Summary: Follow the evidence.
Notes: Another drabble for the prompt grid.
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Thinking back on it, there were plenty of signs. You thought that it was all in your head, but then you start to realize that maybe you're not so crazy after all.
In the pictures, he's always touching you. His hand on your back, his arm around your waist. He ruffles your hair and it's just a little shy of being the touch of a big brother. He leans close enough to whisper in your ear and, when he does, his lips brush against your skin. Anyone who was really watching would have seen it all along.
When he sings, you can't help but smile. When he laughs, you can't help but laugh. And when he smiles, you can't help but love him.
He tells you that he's interested in the dressing room backstage after top 8 week. He tells you that he's serious the night of the finale. He tells you that he loves you late one night on the tour bus, Michael's snoring a quiet accompaniment to his declaration.
You start to believe him. You start to see the signs.
When you come to breakfast one morning with your shirt on backwards and your lips swollen, the others see it, too. Michael rolls his eyes and Brooke looks discretely away and Jason laughs as Syesha hands him a twenty-dollar bill.
David Cook just smiles and draws you into his lap. And it's all the evidence that you need.
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July 2, 2008
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