D. Archuleta/D. Cook, everyone was telling me
(AI7) DAVID ARCHULETA/DAVID COOK
Rating: PG13
Pairing: David Archuleta/David Cook
Fandom: American Idol (real person slash)
Warnings: slash, real person slash, au, kind of high school fic
Disclaimer: I do not own these people because they own themselves. I want an Archie of my own, though. Badly.
A/N: This is crack by the way and it came to me in those spur of the moment things, haha. Also, I have no idea what happens during meet and greets so pretend this is it, okay? Okay.
By: writingpickle
everyone was telling me
-
michael had an eclectic taste in music, which cook thought was awesome. rock, pop, hip hop, r&b, reggae - they were all in michael’s playlist. still, it surprised cook when one day they were hanging out in michael’s room, actually doing their homework for a change, and the other boy suddenly pried apart his laptop and turned it on.
“wait, let me play david archuleta on itunes,” michael said as he dragged his finger on the touch pad.
the name was familiar and cook stared at michael. “david archuleta? that guy who came second on american idol?”
michael grinned just as a started tapping on the keyboard. “yeah, he’s awesome, man. didn’t you watch the show?”
cook did, for a few times, but it hadn’t sparked his interest. sure, david archuleta sounded good, but his sweet and innocent persona just didn’t appeal to him at all. “he seems, i don’t know, kind of weird.”
“he is weird, you should see his youtube videos,” michael said and cook stared at the other boy in disbelief. what the fuck, is michael a fanboy of david archuleta?
michael wasn’t done talking. “but hey, that’s got nothing to do with his music. it has a kind of r&b flavor but it’s mostly pop. his voice is incredible. here, this is my favorite.”
a song started playing from the speakers and it had an upbeat melody and sounded kind of quirky, to be honest. when the whistling started, cook’s eyebrows lifted.
“it’s called ‘your eyes don’t lie’ and yeah, he’s the one whistling,” michael supplied as his fingers drummed the beat on his physics book. “dude, he’s so adorable.”
a smirk came on cook’s face as he turned to his best friend. “michael johns, i never you knew you were such a fanboy.”
“oh fuck you,” michael said humorously as he flipped the other boy off. “i’m not ashamed. i love david archuleta’s music.”
i can see it in your eyes
you feel the same about us as i
there is no way the truth can be disguised
you’re still in love with me
you were never out of love with me
your eyes don’t lie
the song came to an end. “play another one,” cook said, avoiding michael’s smug grin. “dude, shut the fuck up.”
“i didn’t say anything,” michael defended but yeah, he sounded full of himself.
-
it didn’t happen overnight. cook wasn’t that creepy, unlike michael who probably stalked the poor boy on youtube and his twitter (which was, admittedly, hilarious and weird and awesome). he sat down in front of his laptop and typed ‘david archuleta’ on the youtube search bar. the page loaded and the videos showed up, one by one.
cook had to admit, he was starting to like david archuleta. his music was definitely not something he chose to listen to (neal had stolen his ipod one day and laughed himself silly when he’d seen the new playlist added amongst the rock ones) but his songs were strangely addictive. they were fun and upbeat and david’s voice really was incredible.
it was especially epic live. cook was seriously considering flying out to atlantic city to catch the last show on his tour with demi lovato which was, okay, that was just a pipe dream but for some reason cook really wanted to see him live.
because as much as cook hated to admit it, he maybe sort of kind of thought david archuleta was really hot.
“you’re worse than i am,” michael laughed when cook’s internet browser showed the proof of his newfound hobby. “you actually have a crush on david archuleta.”
a pillow hit michael on the face, which didn’t stop his hilarity, and cook punched him on the arm. “shut up, man.”
“you’ve joined the legions of screaming girls,” michael teased as he clicked on one of david’s videos, on cook’s new youtube page that he’d made just so he could add his favorite videos without any hassle. “wait, i love him at rockford. when he sang ‘desperate’? man, that was cool.”
they were supposed to talk about plans for booking gigs for their band but instead they spent the next hour watching david archuleta on youtube.
“we are never speaking of this again,” michael said when they realized the time.
cook nodded, eyes riveted on the screen where the boy was licking his lips. “uh, yeah, agreed.”
-
it was fall and cook felt like such a girl as he stood in line for the vip meet and greet. michael’s presence didn’t actually help at all and in fact, made it worse. they weren’t the only guys there and if they found the courage to ask the boys their age in front of them, he was betting that they were from out of town too.
the salt lake city afternoon was cool but that didn’t deter the excitement of the crowd. their chatter rose above the city’s noise as they waited for the vip to begin.
“can’t believe we’re here,” cook muttered as he eyed the girl in front who was flapping her arms excitedly as the doors opened and they were ushered inside. “he does have a show in kansas, you know.”
“who was the asshole who practically jumped at the idea of going to the first christmas tour show?” michael shot back with a roll of his eyes. “we’re here and neal and andy are going to mock us like crazy, but hey, vip tickets!”
they went through the door and despite himself, cook was really looking forward to this. in fact, his complains were just for show. he was fucking eager for this.
as they waited, he tried ignoring the fact that michael was practically shaking with excitement (fanboy much) and when david archuleta came out, waving and smiling and pretty much as tiny as cook expected, well, his heart did not start fucking pounding.
“hey you guys,” david said as he sat down behind the keyboard set out in front of the crowd. “so um, i’m really excited for this show because the, it’s the start of the tour and you know, what’s better than starting in your hometown?”
the rest of the meet and greet was a blur for cook and he could barely even remember any details except for the fact that david archuleta’s voice sounded incredibly as he sang right in front of them and he was chatty, he spaced out and laughed a lot.
what was clear, though, was when he had his picture taken with the smaller boy.
“hi, it’s great to meet you,” michael said, pumping david’s hand gleefully. “we flew out from kansas for this.”
david laughed and that smile was blinding up close. “oh my gosh, really? but, um, i have a show in kansas!”
“we know,” michael nodded and elbowed cook in the ribs because he was just standing there. “david, say something.”
“um, what?”
the shit-eating grin on michael’s face told everything: he’d planned this. “oh sorry, my friend’s name is david too.”
“really? that’s so cool,” david said as he turned to cook and his cheeks were smooth, cook noticed, and kind of red. “hi, i’m david archuleta.”
“david cook,” cook said as he took david’s proffered hand and fuck, they were warm and soft in his own. he let go quickly and earned a strange look from david.
the tour guy was signaling for them to hurry up and they posed for the camera, with cook and michael on either side of david. the other boy came just around cook’s ears and he smelled really good and goddamn it, cook wasn’t trying to be creepy at all.
after the flash, david turned to them with a huge smile. “so, i hope you guys have fun tonight!”
they were led away by security and michael slapped cook on the back of his head. “you’re a total idiot, you know that, right?”
“i didn’t do anything!” cook said indignantly, rubbing the sore spot.
michael rolled his eyes, tone exasperated. “that’s right, you didn’t. you stood there like a complete moron and said nothing while david was a feet away from you.”
“what were you hoping to happen, that he’d give me his number or something?”
“no, but you could have been friends,” michael pointed out as they stepped into the venue. it was a huge place and there was a steady stream of people coming in. “the name connection would have assured that and you’re going to see him again in a few weeks, when we go to his show in kansas.”
cook had to laugh. “keep dreaming, man. there’s no way that’s going to happen just because we share a name. he’s probably met a lot of guys with the same name.”
“i think he liked you,” michael said as they were ushered to the front row. they had to shell out a lot of cash for the flight but the concert tickets were an early christmas present from their parents. “dave, you missed your chance, big time.”
“you’ve clearly lost your mind, johns,” was all cook said.
-
when david sat in front of the piano and started playing ‘the riddle’, cook felt certain that it was criminal to feel so much emotion for somebody he didn’t know.
-
“oh my god, are you crying?” michael asked as david stood in front of them on stage, belting out a poignant rendition of ‘prayer of the children.’
cook stared incredulously at his best friend. “like you're one to talk. i can see those tears, michael johns.”
-
it was getting pretty late and cook was still riding the post-concert high. michael had received a late-minute text from his sister saying that she wanted a david archuleta shirt so they were by the merchandise table, which thankfully still had a few shirts left.
cook stood to one side, thinking about the show and just how incredible it had been. he felt spoiled and seeing archuleta just once didn’t feel enough.
he couldn’t wait to upload his videos on the laptop and watch it again. it wasn’t the same as the rock concerts he went too. the show had been more solemn during the second half but cook loved it. neal could just suck it.
michael was just walking over to him when somebody accidentally hit his shoulder as he was passing by.
cook had to do a double take to make sure that it was david archuleta, followed by his security people. the boy looked breathless for some reason, cheeks pink, and he was a little sweaty.
already, the people around were starting to gather, mostly teenage girls who stayed behind for this moment and their squeals hurt cook’s ears.
“oh gosh, i’m so sorry,” david said before his eyes widened. “oh, you’re, um, david cook, right? from, from the meet and greet?”
it blew him away that david remembered him even if it had happened just a few hours ago. no matter how nice david was, he was still a celebrity and they met so many new people that it was a given they wouldn’t remember most of them.
“yeah, that’s right, and uh, it’s no problem, man,” cook said as a gaggle of eager girls pushed around him.
the security guy mumbled something in david’s ear.
“we have to, um, hey, maybe i’ll see you in kansas,” david called out as he was led away by the burly man and he looked over his shoulder as he said it.
cook felt kind of stunned and the grin felt too wide on his face. “definitely,” he had to shout over the disappointed shrieks of the girls, their heels clicking as they ran after david.
michael clasped his shoulder and turned cook around. “what was that?”
“maybe you were right,” cook said and patted michael’s cheek with one hand. “come on, let’s go. it’s fucking freezing out here.”
-
the end haha
Rating: PG13
Pairing: David Archuleta/David Cook
Fandom: American Idol (real person slash)
Warnings: slash, real person slash, au, kind of high school fic
Disclaimer: I do not own these people because they own themselves. I want an Archie of my own, though. Badly.
A/N: This is crack by the way and it came to me in those spur of the moment things, haha. Also, I have no idea what happens during meet and greets so pretend this is it, okay? Okay.
By: writingpickle
everyone was telling me
-
michael had an eclectic taste in music, which cook thought was awesome. rock, pop, hip hop, r&b, reggae - they were all in michael’s playlist. still, it surprised cook when one day they were hanging out in michael’s room, actually doing their homework for a change, and the other boy suddenly pried apart his laptop and turned it on.
“wait, let me play david archuleta on itunes,” michael said as he dragged his finger on the touch pad.
the name was familiar and cook stared at michael. “david archuleta? that guy who came second on american idol?”
michael grinned just as a started tapping on the keyboard. “yeah, he’s awesome, man. didn’t you watch the show?”
cook did, for a few times, but it hadn’t sparked his interest. sure, david archuleta sounded good, but his sweet and innocent persona just didn’t appeal to him at all. “he seems, i don’t know, kind of weird.”
“he is weird, you should see his youtube videos,” michael said and cook stared at the other boy in disbelief. what the fuck, is michael a fanboy of david archuleta?
michael wasn’t done talking. “but hey, that’s got nothing to do with his music. it has a kind of r&b flavor but it’s mostly pop. his voice is incredible. here, this is my favorite.”
a song started playing from the speakers and it had an upbeat melody and sounded kind of quirky, to be honest. when the whistling started, cook’s eyebrows lifted.
“it’s called ‘your eyes don’t lie’ and yeah, he’s the one whistling,” michael supplied as his fingers drummed the beat on his physics book. “dude, he’s so adorable.”
a smirk came on cook’s face as he turned to his best friend. “michael johns, i never you knew you were such a fanboy.”
“oh fuck you,” michael said humorously as he flipped the other boy off. “i’m not ashamed. i love david archuleta’s music.”
i can see it in your eyes
you feel the same about us as i
there is no way the truth can be disguised
you’re still in love with me
you were never out of love with me
your eyes don’t lie
the song came to an end. “play another one,” cook said, avoiding michael’s smug grin. “dude, shut the fuck up.”
“i didn’t say anything,” michael defended but yeah, he sounded full of himself.
-
it didn’t happen overnight. cook wasn’t that creepy, unlike michael who probably stalked the poor boy on youtube and his twitter (which was, admittedly, hilarious and weird and awesome). he sat down in front of his laptop and typed ‘david archuleta’ on the youtube search bar. the page loaded and the videos showed up, one by one.
cook had to admit, he was starting to like david archuleta. his music was definitely not something he chose to listen to (neal had stolen his ipod one day and laughed himself silly when he’d seen the new playlist added amongst the rock ones) but his songs were strangely addictive. they were fun and upbeat and david’s voice really was incredible.
it was especially epic live. cook was seriously considering flying out to atlantic city to catch the last show on his tour with demi lovato which was, okay, that was just a pipe dream but for some reason cook really wanted to see him live.
because as much as cook hated to admit it, he maybe sort of kind of thought david archuleta was really hot.
“you’re worse than i am,” michael laughed when cook’s internet browser showed the proof of his newfound hobby. “you actually have a crush on david archuleta.”
a pillow hit michael on the face, which didn’t stop his hilarity, and cook punched him on the arm. “shut up, man.”
“you’ve joined the legions of screaming girls,” michael teased as he clicked on one of david’s videos, on cook’s new youtube page that he’d made just so he could add his favorite videos without any hassle. “wait, i love him at rockford. when he sang ‘desperate’? man, that was cool.”
they were supposed to talk about plans for booking gigs for their band but instead they spent the next hour watching david archuleta on youtube.
“we are never speaking of this again,” michael said when they realized the time.
cook nodded, eyes riveted on the screen where the boy was licking his lips. “uh, yeah, agreed.”
-
it was fall and cook felt like such a girl as he stood in line for the vip meet and greet. michael’s presence didn’t actually help at all and in fact, made it worse. they weren’t the only guys there and if they found the courage to ask the boys their age in front of them, he was betting that they were from out of town too.
the salt lake city afternoon was cool but that didn’t deter the excitement of the crowd. their chatter rose above the city’s noise as they waited for the vip to begin.
“can’t believe we’re here,” cook muttered as he eyed the girl in front who was flapping her arms excitedly as the doors opened and they were ushered inside. “he does have a show in kansas, you know.”
“who was the asshole who practically jumped at the idea of going to the first christmas tour show?” michael shot back with a roll of his eyes. “we’re here and neal and andy are going to mock us like crazy, but hey, vip tickets!”
they went through the door and despite himself, cook was really looking forward to this. in fact, his complains were just for show. he was fucking eager for this.
as they waited, he tried ignoring the fact that michael was practically shaking with excitement (fanboy much) and when david archuleta came out, waving and smiling and pretty much as tiny as cook expected, well, his heart did not start fucking pounding.
“hey you guys,” david said as he sat down behind the keyboard set out in front of the crowd. “so um, i’m really excited for this show because the, it’s the start of the tour and you know, what’s better than starting in your hometown?”
the rest of the meet and greet was a blur for cook and he could barely even remember any details except for the fact that david archuleta’s voice sounded incredibly as he sang right in front of them and he was chatty, he spaced out and laughed a lot.
what was clear, though, was when he had his picture taken with the smaller boy.
“hi, it’s great to meet you,” michael said, pumping david’s hand gleefully. “we flew out from kansas for this.”
david laughed and that smile was blinding up close. “oh my gosh, really? but, um, i have a show in kansas!”
“we know,” michael nodded and elbowed cook in the ribs because he was just standing there. “david, say something.”
“um, what?”
the shit-eating grin on michael’s face told everything: he’d planned this. “oh sorry, my friend’s name is david too.”
“really? that’s so cool,” david said as he turned to cook and his cheeks were smooth, cook noticed, and kind of red. “hi, i’m david archuleta.”
“david cook,” cook said as he took david’s proffered hand and fuck, they were warm and soft in his own. he let go quickly and earned a strange look from david.
the tour guy was signaling for them to hurry up and they posed for the camera, with cook and michael on either side of david. the other boy came just around cook’s ears and he smelled really good and goddamn it, cook wasn’t trying to be creepy at all.
after the flash, david turned to them with a huge smile. “so, i hope you guys have fun tonight!”
they were led away by security and michael slapped cook on the back of his head. “you’re a total idiot, you know that, right?”
“i didn’t do anything!” cook said indignantly, rubbing the sore spot.
michael rolled his eyes, tone exasperated. “that’s right, you didn’t. you stood there like a complete moron and said nothing while david was a feet away from you.”
“what were you hoping to happen, that he’d give me his number or something?”
“no, but you could have been friends,” michael pointed out as they stepped into the venue. it was a huge place and there was a steady stream of people coming in. “the name connection would have assured that and you’re going to see him again in a few weeks, when we go to his show in kansas.”
cook had to laugh. “keep dreaming, man. there’s no way that’s going to happen just because we share a name. he’s probably met a lot of guys with the same name.”
“i think he liked you,” michael said as they were ushered to the front row. they had to shell out a lot of cash for the flight but the concert tickets were an early christmas present from their parents. “dave, you missed your chance, big time.”
“you’ve clearly lost your mind, johns,” was all cook said.
-
when david sat in front of the piano and started playing ‘the riddle’, cook felt certain that it was criminal to feel so much emotion for somebody he didn’t know.
-
“oh my god, are you crying?” michael asked as david stood in front of them on stage, belting out a poignant rendition of ‘prayer of the children.’
cook stared incredulously at his best friend. “like you're one to talk. i can see those tears, michael johns.”
-
it was getting pretty late and cook was still riding the post-concert high. michael had received a late-minute text from his sister saying that she wanted a david archuleta shirt so they were by the merchandise table, which thankfully still had a few shirts left.
cook stood to one side, thinking about the show and just how incredible it had been. he felt spoiled and seeing archuleta just once didn’t feel enough.
he couldn’t wait to upload his videos on the laptop and watch it again. it wasn’t the same as the rock concerts he went too. the show had been more solemn during the second half but cook loved it. neal could just suck it.
michael was just walking over to him when somebody accidentally hit his shoulder as he was passing by.
cook had to do a double take to make sure that it was david archuleta, followed by his security people. the boy looked breathless for some reason, cheeks pink, and he was a little sweaty.
already, the people around were starting to gather, mostly teenage girls who stayed behind for this moment and their squeals hurt cook’s ears.
“oh gosh, i’m so sorry,” david said before his eyes widened. “oh, you’re, um, david cook, right? from, from the meet and greet?”
it blew him away that david remembered him even if it had happened just a few hours ago. no matter how nice david was, he was still a celebrity and they met so many new people that it was a given they wouldn’t remember most of them.
“yeah, that’s right, and uh, it’s no problem, man,” cook said as a gaggle of eager girls pushed around him.
the security guy mumbled something in david’s ear.
“we have to, um, hey, maybe i’ll see you in kansas,” david called out as he was led away by the burly man and he looked over his shoulder as he said it.
cook felt kind of stunned and the grin felt too wide on his face. “definitely,” he had to shout over the disappointed shrieks of the girls, their heels clicking as they ran after david.
michael clasped his shoulder and turned cook around. “what was that?”
“maybe you were right,” cook said and patted michael’s cheek with one hand. “come on, let’s go. it’s fucking freezing out here.”
-
the end haha