david cook/david archuleta - shared pains - 1/1
title: shared pains
author: foreverflicker
fandom: american idol
pairing(s): cook/archuleta
rating: pg-ish?
genre: angst/fluff
disclaimer: First off, I do not own David Cook or David Archuleta or any other persons mentioned; they are all their own person. Secondly, no profit was made off of this piece of work. And, lastly, it’s fiction. All of this was created from my mind. To my knowledge, none of this has happened.
summary: when cook first hears the words after picking up the phone, he wants to ask "deal with what?" because there are a lot of things archie could be referring to - fame, girls, touring, not seeing his boyfriend (though, cook isn't dealing with this well either, but he could pretend, for archie) - but he doesn't.
note(s): so, for my roundtable week at cookleta, i said that people could request a comment!fic from me. this is one of the comment!fics i wrote, written for lire_casander who requested "flangst with Cook comforting Archie after the news of the Archuleta's divorce?" so, this is for her. ♥
"how did you deal with it?"
when cook first hears the words after picking up the phone, he wants to ask "deal with what?" because there are a lot of things archie could be referring to - fame, girls, touring, not seeing his boyfriend (though, cook isn't dealing with this well either, but he could pretend, for archie) - but he doesn't. well, he actually doesn't have a chance to because all of the sudden, there is sniffling coming from the other line, and cook begins to worry. "archie, what's wrong?"
there is some more sniffling, and cook can hear a choked sob through the phone, but no real response to the question. though, does cook really need an answer? it is clear that his boyfriend is crying on the other end of the phone, and that's all that matters. "david," he calls out softly, wishing that this wasn't happening over the phone, and that he was actually there, holding david tightly as he cried on his shoulder.
"they're getting a divorce," the teenager finally replies, his voice softly, but cook can still hear the crack in his voice when archie says the word 'divorce'.
cook feels his heart drop at the declaration. no, it isn't because he thought the marriage was perfect (though, was any marriage perfect?) - he had never really seen archie's parents together, it was mostly his dad that he saw. and, if he saw archie's mother, it was usually because jeff had to go back home and take care of some business. so, cook never really saw them together, but when he had, everything seemed fine. though, that was over a year ago that he had seen them. and plus, how things seem and how things are, are two different things.
"archie, baby, i'm -"
"i never, i never thought that this would happen," archie cries softly into the phone, and cook clutches the phone tighter in his hand as the feeling of needing to be there with the boy instead of across the country on the phone with him growing in his chest. why the fuck did he have to be in myrtle beach? "i mean, they fight, yeah, but all parents do that, right? but, i never - i didn't think - i guess i figured it wasn't that bad. you don't think it was me, do you?" archie asks, quickly changing subject, and cook almost jumps out of his seat on the back of the tour bus, heart clenching in his chest.
"no!" he cries into the phone, appalled at the fact that archie would even think that, but cook had been through this at one point, and at one point, he had thought it was his fault his parents divorced, too. "no, archie. it isn't your fault, trust me. i thought that too, when my parents divorced, but as i grew up, i realized it wasn't my fault, nor was it andrew's or adam's - it was nobody's fault. it just didn't work out," cook explains, the sound of tears and choked sobs still ringing in his ear. "nobody wants this, archie. i didn't want it with my parents, but it happened. and, it's for the best."
"how can it be for the best?!" archie cries out on the other line of the phone, making cook wince at the volume of his tone, but mostly at the broken sound of the boy's voice. "my parents are getting a divorce, cook. my family is breaking up."
cook lets out soft sigh, running a calloused hand through his brown locks. "i know, archie, i know. and, i know how you feel, how you feel that your family is falling apart right before your eyes -"
"then how can you tell me it is for the best, cook?"
"because, in the end, it will be," cook replies. "if my parents would have stayed together, they would have continued to fight, and their lives would have been miserable. it would have made our lives hard, too, david, and they knew that. they knew that if they kept living the way they were, they would hurt us kids more than if they just got a divorce," he explains slowly as if he was treading through a wild river, and he kind of is - archie is falling apart on the other line of the phone, and anything he says could cause archie to just break. "i know you can't see that now, and you might not for a while, but you'll see that it was for the best. and, it will get better over time. everything will be okay.
it is silent on the other line for a few moments, and if it wasn't for the sniffles and quiet sobs coming from the other line, cook would have thought archie hung up on him. "you'll never leave me, will you cook?" archie finally asks, breaking the silence.
a small smile graces cook's lips. "you're stuck with me for a long time, arch. i'm not that easy to get rid of, you know," he finishes, his voice a little lighter than before.
there is a small, slightly choked giggle on the other line, and cook feels the tightening in his chest loosen just a bit. "i love you, cook," archie whispers.
"i love you, too, archie," cook whispers back, and even though he is hundreds of miles away, he can see a small smile tugging at archie's lips.
author: foreverflicker
fandom: american idol
pairing(s): cook/archuleta
rating: pg-ish?
genre: angst/fluff
disclaimer: First off, I do not own David Cook or David Archuleta or any other persons mentioned; they are all their own person. Secondly, no profit was made off of this piece of work. And, lastly, it’s fiction. All of this was created from my mind. To my knowledge, none of this has happened.
summary: when cook first hears the words after picking up the phone, he wants to ask "deal with what?" because there are a lot of things archie could be referring to - fame, girls, touring, not seeing his boyfriend (though, cook isn't dealing with this well either, but he could pretend, for archie) - but he doesn't.
note(s): so, for my roundtable week at cookleta, i said that people could request a comment!fic from me. this is one of the comment!fics i wrote, written for lire_casander who requested "flangst with Cook comforting Archie after the news of the Archuleta's divorce?" so, this is for her. ♥
"how did you deal with it?"
when cook first hears the words after picking up the phone, he wants to ask "deal with what?" because there are a lot of things archie could be referring to - fame, girls, touring, not seeing his boyfriend (though, cook isn't dealing with this well either, but he could pretend, for archie) - but he doesn't. well, he actually doesn't have a chance to because all of the sudden, there is sniffling coming from the other line, and cook begins to worry. "archie, what's wrong?"
there is some more sniffling, and cook can hear a choked sob through the phone, but no real response to the question. though, does cook really need an answer? it is clear that his boyfriend is crying on the other end of the phone, and that's all that matters. "david," he calls out softly, wishing that this wasn't happening over the phone, and that he was actually there, holding david tightly as he cried on his shoulder.
"they're getting a divorce," the teenager finally replies, his voice softly, but cook can still hear the crack in his voice when archie says the word 'divorce'.
cook feels his heart drop at the declaration. no, it isn't because he thought the marriage was perfect (though, was any marriage perfect?) - he had never really seen archie's parents together, it was mostly his dad that he saw. and, if he saw archie's mother, it was usually because jeff had to go back home and take care of some business. so, cook never really saw them together, but when he had, everything seemed fine. though, that was over a year ago that he had seen them. and plus, how things seem and how things are, are two different things.
"archie, baby, i'm -"
"i never, i never thought that this would happen," archie cries softly into the phone, and cook clutches the phone tighter in his hand as the feeling of needing to be there with the boy instead of across the country on the phone with him growing in his chest. why the fuck did he have to be in myrtle beach? "i mean, they fight, yeah, but all parents do that, right? but, i never - i didn't think - i guess i figured it wasn't that bad. you don't think it was me, do you?" archie asks, quickly changing subject, and cook almost jumps out of his seat on the back of the tour bus, heart clenching in his chest.
"no!" he cries into the phone, appalled at the fact that archie would even think that, but cook had been through this at one point, and at one point, he had thought it was his fault his parents divorced, too. "no, archie. it isn't your fault, trust me. i thought that too, when my parents divorced, but as i grew up, i realized it wasn't my fault, nor was it andrew's or adam's - it was nobody's fault. it just didn't work out," cook explains, the sound of tears and choked sobs still ringing in his ear. "nobody wants this, archie. i didn't want it with my parents, but it happened. and, it's for the best."
"how can it be for the best?!" archie cries out on the other line of the phone, making cook wince at the volume of his tone, but mostly at the broken sound of the boy's voice. "my parents are getting a divorce, cook. my family is breaking up."
cook lets out soft sigh, running a calloused hand through his brown locks. "i know, archie, i know. and, i know how you feel, how you feel that your family is falling apart right before your eyes -"
"then how can you tell me it is for the best, cook?"
"because, in the end, it will be," cook replies. "if my parents would have stayed together, they would have continued to fight, and their lives would have been miserable. it would have made our lives hard, too, david, and they knew that. they knew that if they kept living the way they were, they would hurt us kids more than if they just got a divorce," he explains slowly as if he was treading through a wild river, and he kind of is - archie is falling apart on the other line of the phone, and anything he says could cause archie to just break. "i know you can't see that now, and you might not for a while, but you'll see that it was for the best. and, it will get better over time. everything will be okay.
it is silent on the other line for a few moments, and if it wasn't for the sniffles and quiet sobs coming from the other line, cook would have thought archie hung up on him. "you'll never leave me, will you cook?" archie finally asks, breaking the silence.
a small smile graces cook's lips. "you're stuck with me for a long time, arch. i'm not that easy to get rid of, you know," he finishes, his voice a little lighter than before.
there is a small, slightly choked giggle on the other line, and cook feels the tightening in his chest loosen just a bit. "i love you, cook," archie whispers.
"i love you, too, archie," cook whispers back, and even though he is hundreds of miles away, he can see a small smile tugging at archie's lips.