5x2: Chp 1, Pt 1
Title: 5x2
Fandom: American Idol Season 7
Pairing: David Cook/OFC
5x2
2006
Sept
“5 years?!” Adam exclaimed. David nodded nonchalantly. “You and Regan agreed to break up for five years and. . .and you’re looking pretty calm for someone whose girlfriend just said that she only wants to see him once a year until, like, 2010 or something.”
“2011,” David corrected his younger brother. “Besides, this isn’t serious. You know Regan. She gets a whim to do something, she tries it, she gets bored. We’ll be back together soon.”
David knew how insane it sounded. It had sounded insane to him too when his girlfriend of two years had suggested it. Technically, it was the French’s fault. They had rented a French film whose title he couldn’t remember about a guy named Julian and his best friend named Sophie. Or something like that. Sophia and Julian had grown up together, fallen in love when they were teens, and for some vague reason, began to only see each other every few years for brief encounters and then, in the end, they had possibly committed suicide. Or maybe they had lived happily ever after. He couldn’t remember and honestly didn’t care. David (stupidly, in retrospect) had wondered aloud if love could really survive sporadic separations or if it was a happy ending that only celluloid could provide, to which Regan had replied:
“Why don’t we try it?”
“What? Not see each other for years at a time?” David had laughed, but she had raised her eyebrows to show that she wasn’t kidding. “Oh, come on, Regan.”
“You asked me to marry you last week.”
David had grown angry then. Thanks for throwing that in my face. “Yeah, and you turned me down, remember? Besides, what does that have to do with now?”
“I think that we’re young and we have a lot of things to accomplish, but since you’re so sure that I’m wrong. . .prove it. Let’s break up now and we can see each other every year, randomly. We’ll switch off on who gets to arrange the meeting and if in 5 years we still care about each other, we’ll work it out.” She put her arms around his shoulders, her movements a startling contrast to the fact that she was trying very earnestly to break up with him.
“You really believe that this is what we need? If you don’t want to be together, Regan, there’s no use playing games; just say it.” He pried her arms from around him and stood up.
“David, that’s not what this is about. It’s. . .you know. . .absence makes the heart grow fonder?” She grabbed his hand, pulling him back to her. “You asked me to commit to you and there’s no point if it’s not really going to work. I can’t even name three couples who married at our age and have been married for over five years. I just. . .I don’t want to waste your time.”
“And you don’t want me to waste yours,” he said quietly.
She looked away. Neither of them said anything for a full ten minutes. Her hand felt. . .unreal in his. David sat back down beside her. OK. She wanted to play this game. He would go along with it. He knew Regan. They’d be back together by Halloween.
Nov
“I can’t believe this!” David said, following Regan as she packed the last of her belongings.
“We had this discussion two weeks ago.”
“I didn’t think you were serious!”
“I moved my stuff out!”
“You moved down the street to live with Anna. That didn’t mean anything.”
“Well, now I’m moving back to Colorado. Does that mean anything?”
David stopped walking.
So, maybe she was being perplexing and cold. Regan realized that, but she had honestly thought that the Five Year Plan was realistic and would keep the both of them from making a big mistake. Besides, truth be told, having David love her was. . .discomfiting. They were both in their early-twenties. Weren’t they supposed to be out having sex with random people on a bi-monthly basis? And it had nothing to do with David himself. He was great. Quite possibly the most amazing guy she had ever dated. Thus far. What about the future? Yes, it was selfish, but she had convinced herself that she was thinking of David’s best interests as well.
“All right, Mr. Cook” she said later as they stood beside her car. He stood across from her, arms crossed over his chest, looking every bit like a kicked puppy. She willed herself to remain stoic. “You remember the rules?”
“Yeah,” his voice was as emotionless as her face. “No calling, no seeing each other until next year. Am I allowed to email you?” he dead panned.
“No. It’s probably better if. . .if we don’t.”
“Quick, clean cut. Got it.”
She leaned against her car door. Wow. Awkward. No matter how she tried to believe that this wasn’t as strange and awkward as it appeared, it most definitely was and only grew more so by the minute.
“Am I allowed to kiss you one last time?” His eyes pleaded with her and it broke her heart. God, she was such a bitch when it came down to it.
She stepped forward and he unfolded his arms to pull her body to his, his lips brushing against hers before fully enveloping them in a kiss that she felt he was using to try to prove to her what a anserine mistake she was making. The kiss grew deeper, more desperate as he pushed her back against the car, trapping her with his body. Yes, it felt good to have the weight and warmth of his body against hers as his knee worked its way up between her legs. It took ever single ounce of willpower she had not to grind against him.
She turned her head, breaking the kiss. “David. . .” he led kisses down her cheek and along her jaw. “David. . .” Now down her neck. “David!” she said, insistently. “I have to go now.” He buried his face in her neck for a moment to regain his composure before pulling away. His eyes refused to meet hers. “OK. . .I’ll, um, I’ll see you whenever you call. . .”
“Next year,” he finished.
As she drove off she realized that her neck was wet where he had silently cried against her.
Dec
“You know, she could have at least called to wish you a happy birthday,” David’s friend Jamie
said as they exited the bar after celebrating David’s 24th birthday.
“Oh, no, dude. That’d be breaking the rules.”
“Bitch is such a control freak! You should be happy she’s gone.”
“I am, I am,” David stumbled slightly as he was led back to the car. He had been pretending for months that it didn’t bother him that Regan was gone. At first, he’d been undeniably depressed and then depression had given way to anger. Who the hell did she think that she was, leaving him? And giving him such a dumbass excuse with The Five Year Plan? Hadn’t that been what Stalin had called his plan for the Soviet Union? Well, look how well that had worked. “You know what? I don’t give a fuck if I never see her again!” He slid into the backseat of the car. Jesus, that was a lie. He knew it. He would kill to see her again.
Fandom: American Idol Season 7
Pairing: David Cook/OFC
5x2
2006
Sept
“5 years?!” Adam exclaimed. David nodded nonchalantly. “You and Regan agreed to break up for five years and. . .and you’re looking pretty calm for someone whose girlfriend just said that she only wants to see him once a year until, like, 2010 or something.”
“2011,” David corrected his younger brother. “Besides, this isn’t serious. You know Regan. She gets a whim to do something, she tries it, she gets bored. We’ll be back together soon.”
David knew how insane it sounded. It had sounded insane to him too when his girlfriend of two years had suggested it. Technically, it was the French’s fault. They had rented a French film whose title he couldn’t remember about a guy named Julian and his best friend named Sophie. Or something like that. Sophia and Julian had grown up together, fallen in love when they were teens, and for some vague reason, began to only see each other every few years for brief encounters and then, in the end, they had possibly committed suicide. Or maybe they had lived happily ever after. He couldn’t remember and honestly didn’t care. David (stupidly, in retrospect) had wondered aloud if love could really survive sporadic separations or if it was a happy ending that only celluloid could provide, to which Regan had replied:
“Why don’t we try it?”
“What? Not see each other for years at a time?” David had laughed, but she had raised her eyebrows to show that she wasn’t kidding. “Oh, come on, Regan.”
“You asked me to marry you last week.”
David had grown angry then. Thanks for throwing that in my face. “Yeah, and you turned me down, remember? Besides, what does that have to do with now?”
“I think that we’re young and we have a lot of things to accomplish, but since you’re so sure that I’m wrong. . .prove it. Let’s break up now and we can see each other every year, randomly. We’ll switch off on who gets to arrange the meeting and if in 5 years we still care about each other, we’ll work it out.” She put her arms around his shoulders, her movements a startling contrast to the fact that she was trying very earnestly to break up with him.
“You really believe that this is what we need? If you don’t want to be together, Regan, there’s no use playing games; just say it.” He pried her arms from around him and stood up.
“David, that’s not what this is about. It’s. . .you know. . .absence makes the heart grow fonder?” She grabbed his hand, pulling him back to her. “You asked me to commit to you and there’s no point if it’s not really going to work. I can’t even name three couples who married at our age and have been married for over five years. I just. . .I don’t want to waste your time.”
“And you don’t want me to waste yours,” he said quietly.
She looked away. Neither of them said anything for a full ten minutes. Her hand felt. . .unreal in his. David sat back down beside her. OK. She wanted to play this game. He would go along with it. He knew Regan. They’d be back together by Halloween.
Nov
“I can’t believe this!” David said, following Regan as she packed the last of her belongings.
“We had this discussion two weeks ago.”
“I didn’t think you were serious!”
“I moved my stuff out!”
“You moved down the street to live with Anna. That didn’t mean anything.”
“Well, now I’m moving back to Colorado. Does that mean anything?”
David stopped walking.
So, maybe she was being perplexing and cold. Regan realized that, but she had honestly thought that the Five Year Plan was realistic and would keep the both of them from making a big mistake. Besides, truth be told, having David love her was. . .discomfiting. They were both in their early-twenties. Weren’t they supposed to be out having sex with random people on a bi-monthly basis? And it had nothing to do with David himself. He was great. Quite possibly the most amazing guy she had ever dated. Thus far. What about the future? Yes, it was selfish, but she had convinced herself that she was thinking of David’s best interests as well.
“All right, Mr. Cook” she said later as they stood beside her car. He stood across from her, arms crossed over his chest, looking every bit like a kicked puppy. She willed herself to remain stoic. “You remember the rules?”
“Yeah,” his voice was as emotionless as her face. “No calling, no seeing each other until next year. Am I allowed to email you?” he dead panned.
“No. It’s probably better if. . .if we don’t.”
“Quick, clean cut. Got it.”
She leaned against her car door. Wow. Awkward. No matter how she tried to believe that this wasn’t as strange and awkward as it appeared, it most definitely was and only grew more so by the minute.
“Am I allowed to kiss you one last time?” His eyes pleaded with her and it broke her heart. God, she was such a bitch when it came down to it.
She stepped forward and he unfolded his arms to pull her body to his, his lips brushing against hers before fully enveloping them in a kiss that she felt he was using to try to prove to her what a anserine mistake she was making. The kiss grew deeper, more desperate as he pushed her back against the car, trapping her with his body. Yes, it felt good to have the weight and warmth of his body against hers as his knee worked its way up between her legs. It took ever single ounce of willpower she had not to grind against him.
She turned her head, breaking the kiss. “David. . .” he led kisses down her cheek and along her jaw. “David. . .” Now down her neck. “David!” she said, insistently. “I have to go now.” He buried his face in her neck for a moment to regain his composure before pulling away. His eyes refused to meet hers. “OK. . .I’ll, um, I’ll see you whenever you call. . .”
“Next year,” he finished.
As she drove off she realized that her neck was wet where he had silently cried against her.
Dec
“You know, she could have at least called to wish you a happy birthday,” David’s friend Jamie
said as they exited the bar after celebrating David’s 24th birthday.
“Oh, no, dude. That’d be breaking the rules.”
“Bitch is such a control freak! You should be happy she’s gone.”
“I am, I am,” David stumbled slightly as he was led back to the car. He had been pretending for months that it didn’t bother him that Regan was gone. At first, he’d been undeniably depressed and then depression had given way to anger. Who the hell did she think that she was, leaving him? And giving him such a dumbass excuse with The Five Year Plan? Hadn’t that been what Stalin had called his plan for the Soviet Union? Well, look how well that had worked. “You know what? I don’t give a fuck if I never see her again!” He slid into the backseat of the car. Jesus, that was a lie. He knew it. He would kill to see her again.