First Fic Ever.
Title: The Other Side of The Page
Author: Nazalea
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG? (not sure, though)
Disclaimer: All fiction. The Davids belong to themselves and each other.
Summary: Today I met that senior guy again./I saw him again. That junior from that glee club.
Note: Highschool AU. crossover with Glee. And, this is my first fic ever, so, be kind? ^^ and please do comment, I need improvement and critics ^^
4/27/2011 Dear Diary, Today I met that senior guy again. Well, not exactly met,m et, but I saw him and we were kinda passing each other at the school hallway. I just walked out of the choir room and he walked by with his friends. I wanted to say hi or at least just smile at him, but I kinda canceled that, because, um, he was with his friends, and I didn't feel like having slushie on face for today (or any other day), thank you very much. Not just that, anyway. Who will get attracted to a tiny (I hate to admit that!), a gay, awkward, choir dork? No one! Especially not a, uh, THE school popular quarterback who is perfectly amazing with his green and literally glowing eyes (gosh, his eyes!), his auburn hair, and his perfect body. Uh, I'm sorry. I know I need to stop this mindless dreaming about him and focus on rehearsing for Nationals. I get the solo! That's insane! I must work hard, I don't want to disappoint anyone...
Oh! Maybe this is just wishful thinking and stupid hallucination, but, I guess I saw him sort of throwing a glance at me that time? Am I crazy to say I caught his amazing perfect stunning mesmerizing eyes slightly, under the messy, fresh-after-shower hair? I bet I am.
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4-27-2011
I saw him again. The junior from that glee club.I just got out of the football locker room. (Football today was amazing, anyway. We're gonna fucking win this season) He was walking out of the choir room. At first I wanted to smile at him so that he could give me that fucking smile. But I canceled that. I bet he was just gonna run away for his life because I was with my friends, who are, anyway, douche bags, especially to those glee club losers. Okay, I maybe one of them. I'm quite sure the kiddo's gay, but he will never want to be with someone like me. The kid? I saw the glee club performed once, and he was singing, and fuck, he totally could win American Idol. His voice is amazing, angelic, and just perfect. He's beautiful with his gorgeous adorable sparkling orb-like hazel eyes, his tan-skinned body, his full lips (what would it taste like? Damn), his spiky black hair (what would it feel to run my fingers through his hair?), and his smile, his fucking smile that makes everything just right. And me? I'm just a football player AND, worse, a bully. Fuck yeah, I push his glee club friends to the lockers and slushie their freak show faces (not him, just his friends). He must hate me.
I was probably being speculative or did he actually almost smile at me that time? Am I crazy to think that he will possibly be able to like me someday? I bet I am.
Author: Nazalea
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: PG? (not sure, though)
Disclaimer: All fiction. The Davids belong to themselves and each other.
Summary: Today I met that senior guy again./I saw him again. That junior from that glee club.
Note: Highschool AU. crossover with Glee. And, this is my first fic ever, so, be kind? ^^ and please do comment, I need improvement and critics ^^
4/27/2011 Dear Diary, Today I met that senior guy again. Well, not exactly met,m et, but I saw him and we were kinda passing each other at the school hallway. I just walked out of the choir room and he walked by with his friends. I wanted to say hi or at least just smile at him, but I kinda canceled that, because, um, he was with his friends, and I didn't feel like having slushie on face for today (or any other day), thank you very much. Not just that, anyway. Who will get attracted to a tiny (I hate to admit that!), a gay, awkward, choir dork? No one! Especially not a, uh, THE school popular quarterback who is perfectly amazing with his green and literally glowing eyes (gosh, his eyes!), his auburn hair, and his perfect body. Uh, I'm sorry. I know I need to stop this mindless dreaming about him and focus on rehearsing for Nationals. I get the solo! That's insane! I must work hard, I don't want to disappoint anyone...
Oh! Maybe this is just wishful thinking and stupid hallucination, but, I guess I saw him sort of throwing a glance at me that time? Am I crazy to say I caught his amazing perfect stunning mesmerizing eyes slightly, under the messy, fresh-after-shower hair? I bet I am.
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4-27-2011
I saw him again. The junior from that glee club.I just got out of the football locker room. (Football today was amazing, anyway. We're gonna fucking win this season) He was walking out of the choir room. At first I wanted to smile at him so that he could give me that fucking smile. But I canceled that. I bet he was just gonna run away for his life because I was with my friends, who are, anyway, douche bags, especially to those glee club losers. Okay, I maybe one of them. I'm quite sure the kiddo's gay, but he will never want to be with someone like me. The kid? I saw the glee club performed once, and he was singing, and fuck, he totally could win American Idol. His voice is amazing, angelic, and just perfect. He's beautiful with his gorgeous adorable sparkling orb-like hazel eyes, his tan-skinned body, his full lips (what would it taste like? Damn), his spiky black hair (what would it feel to run my fingers through his hair?), and his smile, his fucking smile that makes everything just right. And me? I'm just a football player AND, worse, a bully. Fuck yeah, I push his glee club friends to the lockers and slushie their freak show faces (not him, just his friends). He must hate me.
I was probably being speculative or did he actually almost smile at me that time? Am I crazy to think that he will possibly be able to like me someday? I bet I am.