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Title: Untitled yet...Ideas?
Author: nazalea
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG (for swearing)
Summary: I have my destination, and to reach it, the road goes round...
Disclaimer: Lies. All lies.
Beta: Still unbeta-ed. Anyone?
Warnings: this is AU.
Note: This probably doesn't even make sense, and still unbeta-ed (mostly because I don't think this is worth someone's attention?), but I'm willing to give it a shot, anyways. Oh, and I suck at rating...
Chapter 1: The Road Goes Round
Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Amsterdam, July 2008
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">There is no reason to leave Amsterdam in summer. This is the best time of the year to bike around Leidseplein and Dam Square while just simply enjoying the sunlight. He still wants to sit by Blomendahl Beach with his pen and notebook, or enjoy his tea in one of the café at 9 Straatjes anytime of the day with his book and iPod.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">While he is emptying the last row of his bookshelf, the same question that has been hanging on like a big cloud is echoing in his head: I’m only gonna be 18 in December, but why do I feel tired of all this?
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The door behind him creaked open.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Nee, David. Don’t bring all your books in the case. I will post them to Utah”, says the old lady.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">David, his name is, can only give her a thin smile and cancel his plan to pack his books. There’s this big limp in his heart. Joanna, the old lady, says it like he will never come back to this house, his home.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">David has known that the time will come. Only miracle can save him from coming back to the US. For years, David has been hoping and praying for a miracle that never comes. Once in a while, his mother will call and praise how good his writing drafts are, but there never is the talk about staying in Amsterdam forever. It’s not that he doesn’t miss his family -his mother, his father, and his 4 siblings. It’s just… David likes it here. He likes helping Joanna with everyday chores, writing tales in the Vondelpark, spending time with Carl -his boyfriend, and growing up becoming the writer he has always wanted to be.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The happiness that has been given to David has an expired date. Six years only. His parents had a big fight a week before their first son left to Amsterdam. His mother had been the supportive one to him. She wanted to give him the opportunity to explore himself and do what he wanted to do. On the other hand, his father was worried that Amsterdam would bring out the soul of a dream writer in his son. Why are you scared? David used to ask. Because your brain is too smart to only be a writer. Such a waste of capacity, his dad answered. But finally, the parents agreed. They let David stay in Amsterdam for six years. Six years only.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">More than two thousands days have passed him by, and David feels like six years have gone in a blink of an eye.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Dinner’s ready. I’ll wait for you, okay?” Joanna says.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Oh, did you really cook for me?”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Joanna nods and smiles, “Bruinebonen soep and kaas brodje. Just like you want. Remember, Joanna kan niet ferget, vent. I always keep my promise.” And she does.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">David just stares as Joanna walks out of his room to the dining room. She seems to smile all the time, which is very comforting, but now, David can see her glassy wet eyes as she sets up the dining table.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">David closes his door. Suddenly, the room goes blur. He keeps blinking, but the tears won’t stop.
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Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Tulsa, July 2008
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">He rocks his head back and forth, moves along with the rock music from his earphones, and sings out loud. He’s actually only packing his stuffs into boxes but he will always find a way to make things fun, and that’s it. He always succeeds.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The singing part isn’t a bad thing, anyways, since his voice is amazing and he was in a band in high school. He pretends to drum using his paint brushes, and that is not really good.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">His curtain is still closed. He looks like he has just got out of bed, which is true. His room is full of boxes -empty, filled, and half-filled. He knows he will miss this room once he leaves for college, so he just wants to cherish every moment in his room-by sleeping, it is.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The house’s phone has been ringing for a while by the time he’s done with his last box.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Get the fucking phone, Dave! I’m busy!”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">The voice is from a younger man in the house.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Language, Andrew! And, please, the phone, David!”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Now it is a woman, apparently, their mother.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">David then stumbles to get his way out of his room.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“I’m coming!” he says as if the person across the phone line will hear him and wait. He actually makes it to the phone before it goes off, anyway.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Good afternoon, David Roland Cook from Cook household is speaking. Who’s there?” he says in a fake polite way.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“What the fuck? Who do you think it is? An FBI?” says the other man over the phone.
“Oooh, Andy! Wait, Imma get my chair! If it’s you, I know you’re gonna lecture me about some shit and that’s gonna be long.”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Fuck you, Dave. I’m just being a good buddy over here and telling you that everything about your room here for college is all ready and you really need to finish packing you shits soon. Oh, and we’re gonna be roommates, so no garbage like a stack of crossword puzzle books...”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Aw, man!”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Listen, I’m not finished! Keep your shits organized, I don’t wanna be roommates with a messy pig...”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Whoa, hold up, Skib. Are you talking to yourself? Oh, but wait, you’re all tidy now because of your girlfriend!”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“What the fuck, man? And, if that’ll make you tidy, go find yourself a girlfriend! Or boyfriend! Whichever!”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Then Andy keeps going on about college papers and forms David doesn’t understand for another half an hour -David responses with “hm, ok, sure, I will”. David regrets not bringing his chair.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“You done?” David says.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Yes.”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“Good. You’re like 3 nannies rolled into one!”
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“What the-“
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">Beep.
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">David sighs and goes back to his room. He stares at all the boxes. He will soon start college and learn something that has nothing to do with his passion. He wants to be a famous painter, an artist, so badly. But reality kicks in. His mother says he has to be a person with some constant income, and then he can do anything he wants. His mother knows him best, usually, so he goes with what his mother says.
mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">I have my destination, and to reach it, the road goes round...
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">He thinks.