It took me years to write, will you take a look? Kris Allen/David Cook
Title: It took me years to write, will you take a look?
Author: Mel missimae2u
Fandom: AI RPS
Pairing: Kris Allen/David Cook
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2200
Summary: fic for fabfourfest to Paperback Writer - After an explosive meeting about his book, Kris meets the man on his own turf and sparks of another kind start to fly.
Disclaimer: Do not own the song ‘Paperback Writer’ cuz well I’m not that cool and as these are real life peeps I of course can't own them. All I have is the crazy idea that composed this fic, this is of course just for entertainment and I am making no money from it and it is in no way meant to represent any real life events. ALSO IF YOU GOT HERE BY GOOGLING UR OWN NAME U SHOULD REALLY HIT THE BACK BUTTON.
HUGE THANKS TO anathema64 FOR WHIPPING THIS INTO SHAPE FOR ME......LUV YA BB!
Kris was on the stage when the man from that morning had walked in, so when he walked back to his table and saw him sitting there he didn’t have time to change his path to avoid him. He had been flying high after his set and had added in some Beatles tunes tonight as it felt like he was sharing a little bit of himself when he sang them because they were such a large part of his love for music.
“Nice Beatles selection you threw in there, of course I would have expected Paperback Writer, what with your aspirations and all.” The man, who had made Kris’s morning hell, David Cook, smirked as if he had made the funniest joke known to man.
“Mr. Cook, how are you this evening, I didn’t realize we had an appointment for what I can only guess would be more of your amazing opinions on my, how did you put it, horrible excuse for a novel? Or are you just out and about tormenting the masses to feed your massive ego?” Kris shut his mouth so fast he nearly bit his tongue when he realized the words that were spilling out of his mouth.
David appeared awestruck for a moment, but quickly recovered. “Maybe, I should move on and let you enjoy your night Kris, but for the record, you were pretty damn good up there.”
“Mr. Cook….” Kris struggled for words as David was turning to leave. “I think I owe you an apology for…..”
David turned back towards the table. “I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Maybe we could start over.” David held his hand out. “Hi, I’m David Cook, my friends mostly just call me Cook; you could probably do this if you want, or David. We should just really drop the Mr. Cook.”
Kris took the outreached hand in his. “Nice to meet you David Cook, I’m Kris Allen, everyone pretty much just calls me Kris.”
The two of them stood there, hands clasped between them, not knowing what to do next. Kris looked up to see hazel eyes searching his own; they gave away nothing but appeared to be looking for so much in his own. Their hands slowly untwined even though neither of them seemed to want to let go.
“Well, Kris, why don’t you let me buy you a drink, as it seems my friends don’t appear to have arrived yet?” Cook smiled and Kris, like so many others, found himself unable to resist the charm that emanated from the other man.
“Um…..sure….” Kris sat at his table and motioned for Cook to take the other seat. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Ok, that sounds like some bad variation of do you come here often and not at all what I was trying to say. It’s just I come here quite a bit when I’m not writing as my friend owns the place and if I don’t make an appearance to show them all I’m still alive they come looking for me. Sorry, apparently tonight is one of those nights where I start spilling my guts to complete strangers who couldn’t care less.” Kris sighed in relief when he saw Allison approaching the table, saving him from his mouth that he couldn’t seem to keep the words from flowing out of.
“So, Kris, who’s your friend, and more importantly does he play for your team or mine cuz he’s rather hot.” Kris blushed and Cook’s eyes followed it down the open neck of his shirt. Allison giggled, “Oh never mind guess he plays for yours. What can I get for you boys? I’m Allison by the way, since Kris seems to have forgotten all his manners.”
Cook turned to Allison, flashing his best thousand-watt smile. “Well hello Allison, I’m David Cook.”
If Kris hadn’t been so worried what Allison was going to say, the way her eyes nearly bugged out of her head would have been comical. The confused look on Cook’s face at her reaction had him hoping she would realize not to say anything.
“Um…..I’m sorry, did you say David Cook, cuz Kris had a meeting with some jackass with the same name today, and really how weird is it he knows two people with the same name.” Kris dropped his head onto his arms to prevent it from actually hitting the table, but the sound was still enough to get the attention of those surrounding him. Allison’s hand flew to cover her mouth. “Holy shit, forget I said anything. I’ll just go get your drinks.”
Cook cleared his throat. “How long do you think it will take her to realize that we didn’t place an order?”
Kris peered up over his arms. “She’ll just bring beers; it’s what I normally get. If you want something else she’ll swap it out for whatever.”
“Beer’s fine.”
“I should probably apologize for Allison’s little outburst, I was a bit upset when I got here earlier tonight and well, I may have had a few choice words about you. Of course it was really just my frustration over the whole situation and not really about you.”
“She was right, I was pretty much a jackass today. This has pretty much been the week from hell and it all came to a head this morning, and unfortunately I kind of took that out on you.”
Kris sat back up. “Um…..I guess that makes two of us, it’s been a rough few weeks and I thought today was going to be the break I was looking for. Well we both know how that ended up.”
“You didn’t deserve to have that this morning and I’m sorry. You know, I’m told that your manuscript isn’t nearly as bad as I said it was this morning. In fact, my assistant informed me he would be calling you tomorrow to set up another appointment and I was to be on my best behavior. Of course, if he used words like dickhead I’m pretty sure he would have called me one after you left today.”
“He doesn’t use words like that? You know what, after meeting him this morning and from every phone conversation I’ve had with him I believe that.”
“Yes, Archie is a bit of an enigma. Sometimes I wonder how he got as far as he has and then I piss him off and I remember he’s not as sweet as everyone thinks. He gave me a piece of his mind after you left today, if he was anyone else I would have yelled right back but he disarms you with that choirboy look of his.” Cook paused, looked towards the rambunctious crowd that walked in the door, and smiled. “It appears my friends are here, so I will leave you alone now, but Archie will be calling you tomorrow to set up another time for you to come in. I hope that this morning won’t discourage you from doing so.” Cook stood to join his friends, turning to smile one last time at Kris. “I hope to be seeing you soon, Kris.”
Kris sat in stunned silence until Allison returned with his beer. She plopped into the spot across from him. “So, that David Cook is quite a looker, and he didn’t seem to be nearly the jackass you told me about earlier. What’s the story, multiple personalities?”
Kris chuckled at Allison’s joke. “Apparently I caught him at a bad moment after a bad week, but I guess I’m getting a second shot to talk to him about my book. Apparently, I’ll be getting a call from his assistant tomorrow to set up a new time.”
“So what, he saw you on stage and knew he couldn’t let you slip through his fingers. You’ve won him over with those dulcet tones of yours haven’t you? Wait until I tell Adam about this, he is so going to love that you won over the jackass with your hotness.”
Kris placed his bottle back on the table after taking a swig. “First, I’m not so sure I, as you put it, won him over with my dulcet tones. Second, can we not get Adam started on this please; at least until I figure out what just happened.”
“I suppose I can give you some time on that. Seriously though, are you going to go back and deal with more of what you dealt with this morning? You were pretty wrecked when you got here. No matter how hot and charming he is out at the bar, you don’t need to take that. I’ve read bits of that book of yours and it is wonderful, just remember that.”
Kris smiled across the table, playing with the label on his bottle “I think I have to, I mean if it really was just a matter of having a bad few days, I owe it to myself to give it a second try. This may be my chance to actually get this book published, that’s what I’ve been working towards for longer than I can remember. It’s been as much a part of my life as music and all of you.”
“Well when you put it that way I guess, I can see why you would, I just…..you’re like my brother dammit, I have to look out for you.”
“Never mind the fact that I’m the older one here, that’s sweet, and I appreciate it. Now you should probably get back to work, before Adam has to yell at both of us, and no more worrying. I have a feeling it will all work out.”
Allison got up to go back to work, pressing a kiss to Kris’s cheek on her way past. “I’ll take your word on that. I hope you’re right.”
Kris was never happier to be right than the months that followed that night. He got the call and had been meeting with Cook for the last few months, and Kris’s book was at the presses now. Of course, things with him and Cook had moved along surprisingly well also, and they were back where it had all started tonight, Kris onstage and Cook in the audience. He was sitting with their friends this time, and Kris marveled at how quickly, with Allison’s help, that transition had happened and their individual friends had become their joint friends. At times it was hard to remember a time when they weren’t all friends. Of course their relationship wasn’t the only one budding amongst them. Allison and Archie were so sickeningly sweet together it nearly gave everyone around them cavities. Kris glanced out into the audience from his spot on the stage and saw Cook smiling back at him; he smiled back and picked up his guitar for his next song.
“This last song has a special place in my heart and in fact, with recent events in my life it has a bit more meaning. I haven’t done it much up here before because it always felt like I was jinxing myself, but well, I’ve been told that’s crazy so hopefully I do it justice tonight. Hopefully you’ll excuse my attempt to do this with just my acoustic here.”
A quick adjustment of the microphone and Kris was off. “Paperback writer Paperback writer Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look?” Kris tried to ignore the uproar his friends were causing at his song choice, but as he strummed the last note they were up on their feet, and as he turned to put his guitar away he was surprised to see Cook standing there with a book in his hand.
“I had Archie pick this up this afternoon so I could give you the first copy hot off the presses.” Cook walked towards Kris with the book extended out to him.
“Is that…..that’s……” Kris couldn’t seem to get the words to come out.
“Yes, it’s your book. You’re published now Kris.” Cook leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. Amidst the catcalls coming from everyone around them Kris deepened what was supposed to be a quick kiss.
Kris quickly caught the book as it was sliding from Cook’s fingers. “Maybe I should take that, so it stays safe. After all, it was what brought us together. It should be treated with some reverence.”
“It should be treated with reverence because it’s your first book, the first of many I am sure.” Cook smiled down at Kris. “At least if Archie has anything to say about it, he seems to be your biggest fan. Well after me, of course.”
Kris placed a quick kiss on Cook’s lips. “Well as it appears Archie is otherwise occupied with Allison at the moment, it’s a good thing I have you.”
Kris drug Cook down to the tables their friends were at. “We seem to be missing the party, maybe we should join in, after all we have a bit to celebrate.” Kris knew this was only the beginning but he was glad he had Cook, and his friends to take the ride with him.
Author: Mel missimae2u
Fandom: AI RPS
Pairing: Kris Allen/David Cook
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2200
Summary: fic for fabfourfest to Paperback Writer - After an explosive meeting about his book, Kris meets the man on his own turf and sparks of another kind start to fly.
Disclaimer: Do not own the song ‘Paperback Writer’ cuz well I’m not that cool and as these are real life peeps I of course can't own them. All I have is the crazy idea that composed this fic, this is of course just for entertainment and I am making no money from it and it is in no way meant to represent any real life events. ALSO IF YOU GOT HERE BY GOOGLING UR OWN NAME U SHOULD REALLY HIT THE BACK BUTTON.
HUGE THANKS TO anathema64 FOR WHIPPING THIS INTO SHAPE FOR ME......LUV YA BB!
Kris was on the stage when the man from that morning had walked in, so when he walked back to his table and saw him sitting there he didn’t have time to change his path to avoid him. He had been flying high after his set and had added in some Beatles tunes tonight as it felt like he was sharing a little bit of himself when he sang them because they were such a large part of his love for music.
“Nice Beatles selection you threw in there, of course I would have expected Paperback Writer, what with your aspirations and all.” The man, who had made Kris’s morning hell, David Cook, smirked as if he had made the funniest joke known to man.
“Mr. Cook, how are you this evening, I didn’t realize we had an appointment for what I can only guess would be more of your amazing opinions on my, how did you put it, horrible excuse for a novel? Or are you just out and about tormenting the masses to feed your massive ego?” Kris shut his mouth so fast he nearly bit his tongue when he realized the words that were spilling out of his mouth.
David appeared awestruck for a moment, but quickly recovered. “Maybe, I should move on and let you enjoy your night Kris, but for the record, you were pretty damn good up there.”
“Mr. Cook….” Kris struggled for words as David was turning to leave. “I think I owe you an apology for…..”
David turned back towards the table. “I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Maybe we could start over.” David held his hand out. “Hi, I’m David Cook, my friends mostly just call me Cook; you could probably do this if you want, or David. We should just really drop the Mr. Cook.”
Kris took the outreached hand in his. “Nice to meet you David Cook, I’m Kris Allen, everyone pretty much just calls me Kris.”
The two of them stood there, hands clasped between them, not knowing what to do next. Kris looked up to see hazel eyes searching his own; they gave away nothing but appeared to be looking for so much in his own. Their hands slowly untwined even though neither of them seemed to want to let go.
“Well, Kris, why don’t you let me buy you a drink, as it seems my friends don’t appear to have arrived yet?” Cook smiled and Kris, like so many others, found himself unable to resist the charm that emanated from the other man.
“Um…..sure….” Kris sat at his table and motioned for Cook to take the other seat. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Ok, that sounds like some bad variation of do you come here often and not at all what I was trying to say. It’s just I come here quite a bit when I’m not writing as my friend owns the place and if I don’t make an appearance to show them all I’m still alive they come looking for me. Sorry, apparently tonight is one of those nights where I start spilling my guts to complete strangers who couldn’t care less.” Kris sighed in relief when he saw Allison approaching the table, saving him from his mouth that he couldn’t seem to keep the words from flowing out of.
“So, Kris, who’s your friend, and more importantly does he play for your team or mine cuz he’s rather hot.” Kris blushed and Cook’s eyes followed it down the open neck of his shirt. Allison giggled, “Oh never mind guess he plays for yours. What can I get for you boys? I’m Allison by the way, since Kris seems to have forgotten all his manners.”
Cook turned to Allison, flashing his best thousand-watt smile. “Well hello Allison, I’m David Cook.”
If Kris hadn’t been so worried what Allison was going to say, the way her eyes nearly bugged out of her head would have been comical. The confused look on Cook’s face at her reaction had him hoping she would realize not to say anything.
“Um…..I’m sorry, did you say David Cook, cuz Kris had a meeting with some jackass with the same name today, and really how weird is it he knows two people with the same name.” Kris dropped his head onto his arms to prevent it from actually hitting the table, but the sound was still enough to get the attention of those surrounding him. Allison’s hand flew to cover her mouth. “Holy shit, forget I said anything. I’ll just go get your drinks.”
Cook cleared his throat. “How long do you think it will take her to realize that we didn’t place an order?”
Kris peered up over his arms. “She’ll just bring beers; it’s what I normally get. If you want something else she’ll swap it out for whatever.”
“Beer’s fine.”
“I should probably apologize for Allison’s little outburst, I was a bit upset when I got here earlier tonight and well, I may have had a few choice words about you. Of course it was really just my frustration over the whole situation and not really about you.”
“She was right, I was pretty much a jackass today. This has pretty much been the week from hell and it all came to a head this morning, and unfortunately I kind of took that out on you.”
Kris sat back up. “Um…..I guess that makes two of us, it’s been a rough few weeks and I thought today was going to be the break I was looking for. Well we both know how that ended up.”
“You didn’t deserve to have that this morning and I’m sorry. You know, I’m told that your manuscript isn’t nearly as bad as I said it was this morning. In fact, my assistant informed me he would be calling you tomorrow to set up another appointment and I was to be on my best behavior. Of course, if he used words like dickhead I’m pretty sure he would have called me one after you left today.”
“He doesn’t use words like that? You know what, after meeting him this morning and from every phone conversation I’ve had with him I believe that.”
“Yes, Archie is a bit of an enigma. Sometimes I wonder how he got as far as he has and then I piss him off and I remember he’s not as sweet as everyone thinks. He gave me a piece of his mind after you left today, if he was anyone else I would have yelled right back but he disarms you with that choirboy look of his.” Cook paused, looked towards the rambunctious crowd that walked in the door, and smiled. “It appears my friends are here, so I will leave you alone now, but Archie will be calling you tomorrow to set up another time for you to come in. I hope that this morning won’t discourage you from doing so.” Cook stood to join his friends, turning to smile one last time at Kris. “I hope to be seeing you soon, Kris.”
Kris sat in stunned silence until Allison returned with his beer. She plopped into the spot across from him. “So, that David Cook is quite a looker, and he didn’t seem to be nearly the jackass you told me about earlier. What’s the story, multiple personalities?”
Kris chuckled at Allison’s joke. “Apparently I caught him at a bad moment after a bad week, but I guess I’m getting a second shot to talk to him about my book. Apparently, I’ll be getting a call from his assistant tomorrow to set up a new time.”
“So what, he saw you on stage and knew he couldn’t let you slip through his fingers. You’ve won him over with those dulcet tones of yours haven’t you? Wait until I tell Adam about this, he is so going to love that you won over the jackass with your hotness.”
Kris placed his bottle back on the table after taking a swig. “First, I’m not so sure I, as you put it, won him over with my dulcet tones. Second, can we not get Adam started on this please; at least until I figure out what just happened.”
“I suppose I can give you some time on that. Seriously though, are you going to go back and deal with more of what you dealt with this morning? You were pretty wrecked when you got here. No matter how hot and charming he is out at the bar, you don’t need to take that. I’ve read bits of that book of yours and it is wonderful, just remember that.”
Kris smiled across the table, playing with the label on his bottle “I think I have to, I mean if it really was just a matter of having a bad few days, I owe it to myself to give it a second try. This may be my chance to actually get this book published, that’s what I’ve been working towards for longer than I can remember. It’s been as much a part of my life as music and all of you.”
“Well when you put it that way I guess, I can see why you would, I just…..you’re like my brother dammit, I have to look out for you.”
“Never mind the fact that I’m the older one here, that’s sweet, and I appreciate it. Now you should probably get back to work, before Adam has to yell at both of us, and no more worrying. I have a feeling it will all work out.”
Allison got up to go back to work, pressing a kiss to Kris’s cheek on her way past. “I’ll take your word on that. I hope you’re right.”
Kris was never happier to be right than the months that followed that night. He got the call and had been meeting with Cook for the last few months, and Kris’s book was at the presses now. Of course, things with him and Cook had moved along surprisingly well also, and they were back where it had all started tonight, Kris onstage and Cook in the audience. He was sitting with their friends this time, and Kris marveled at how quickly, with Allison’s help, that transition had happened and their individual friends had become their joint friends. At times it was hard to remember a time when they weren’t all friends. Of course their relationship wasn’t the only one budding amongst them. Allison and Archie were so sickeningly sweet together it nearly gave everyone around them cavities. Kris glanced out into the audience from his spot on the stage and saw Cook smiling back at him; he smiled back and picked up his guitar for his next song.
“This last song has a special place in my heart and in fact, with recent events in my life it has a bit more meaning. I haven’t done it much up here before because it always felt like I was jinxing myself, but well, I’ve been told that’s crazy so hopefully I do it justice tonight. Hopefully you’ll excuse my attempt to do this with just my acoustic here.”
A quick adjustment of the microphone and Kris was off. “Paperback writer Paperback writer Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look?” Kris tried to ignore the uproar his friends were causing at his song choice, but as he strummed the last note they were up on their feet, and as he turned to put his guitar away he was surprised to see Cook standing there with a book in his hand.
“I had Archie pick this up this afternoon so I could give you the first copy hot off the presses.” Cook walked towards Kris with the book extended out to him.
“Is that…..that’s……” Kris couldn’t seem to get the words to come out.
“Yes, it’s your book. You’re published now Kris.” Cook leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. Amidst the catcalls coming from everyone around them Kris deepened what was supposed to be a quick kiss.
Kris quickly caught the book as it was sliding from Cook’s fingers. “Maybe I should take that, so it stays safe. After all, it was what brought us together. It should be treated with some reverence.”
“It should be treated with reverence because it’s your first book, the first of many I am sure.” Cook smiled down at Kris. “At least if Archie has anything to say about it, he seems to be your biggest fan. Well after me, of course.”
Kris placed a quick kiss on Cook’s lips. “Well as it appears Archie is otherwise occupied with Allison at the moment, it’s a good thing I have you.”
Kris drug Cook down to the tables their friends were at. “We seem to be missing the party, maybe we should join in, after all we have a bit to celebrate.” Kris knew this was only the beginning but he was glad he had Cook, and his friends to take the ride with him.