gacked from just about everyone
so i am about to pull the plug. on my internet. *quibbles*
i - sigh. i have no choice if i want to have any hope of passing my exams tomorrow (except, idk, that is pretty much a lost cause anyway.) and okay, okay, i know, i have 1249832490832 requests i have yet to get to still, but. but drabbles! they are fun! and i expect to come home tomorrow, ( Read more... )
i - sigh. i have no choice if i want to have any hope of passing my exams tomorrow (except, idk, that is pretty much a lost cause anyway.) and okay, okay, i know, i have 1249832490832 requests i have yet to get to still, but. but drabbles! they are fun! and i expect to come home tomorrow, ( Read more... )
"okay, hey," cook pants (after they've been running for, like, ever, oh my gosh, he can't even breathe), "you know i never got your name."
"um," david gasps. "it's david. david archuleta. and i don't think i can run anymore."
"no, we're almost there, seriously," cook wheezes, and tugs at him, his palm still curled warm around david's fingers. "nice to meet you, archuleta. i'm--"
"i know who you are," david interrupts. because even in the temple it's not like they don't hear things. and david cook and his merry men have taken, like, a trillion dollars from lord cowell already or something. "um, you're kind of hard to miss?"
"thanks," cook says, shooting david a grin over his shoulder. david stumbles, then, and has to flail a little to keep from tripping over a rock. there are white spots edging into his line of vision, and oh my gosh, he is totally going to pass out. cook's grip on him tightens for a second, but his pace doesn't waver, and david looks up to ( ... )
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