THE BEST PART -- PG
PREAMBLE: OH HAI, YOU GUYS. Long time, no fooling around! I swear I didn't die. SWEAR. I don't know what happened, I had this like, total six month dry spell of nothingness (you may have noticed?). Look, I feel really bad about that, so you should totally forgive me? Also, I go to school. And muck around. And other excuses. I hope to write more in the new year? Stop looking at me like that and muttering, "Yeah, you've said that before." *siiigh* I know I'm terrible.
I should probably also declare that I might maybe be stretching out into other fandoms? And still use this journal to do so. So even though it's all mostly Cookleta and has a Cookleta header and all of that, you might get sneak!attacked by other Idols or the JONAS BROTHERS or Drake & Josh of all things. DRAKE AND JOSH. Not to mention crazy things like Nick Jonas/David Archuleta, Nick Jonas/Drake Bell and Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron. KEVRON, OKAY? O. KAY?
Anyway, I already picture a fraction of you going, "OMG, HOORAY!" and another fraction going, "Oh. My. God. *blinks*" and still another fraction turning on your heels and slamming out the door. FINE, BE THAT WAY. BE. THAT. WAY. See if I care.
Except I totally do care, so I hope you'll still love me because I still love you.
OMG, HERE'S A STORY, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
[title] The Best Part
[author] kissontheneck
[pairing] Cookleta
[beta] I don't even know why I bother to keep this heading. I use it so rarely. XD
[rating] PG
[word count] 902
[summary] Someone gets a little emotional over a commercial everyone's seen a million times.
[disclaimer] Surely, I have nothing to do with either of these fine young men, no matter how much I wish I did.
[warnings] RIDICULOUSNESS. That is all.
[author's notes] If you've had a pulse in the last twenty years in America, you know what this fic refers to. If you've somehow escaped the wonder that is this classic Folgers commercial, you better watch it immediately. Also, I'm supposed to give all the credit in the world to my wife, slashophile, who gave me the general idea in like, JULY or something. ♥
THE BEST PART
It wasn't like they were watching It's a Wonderful Life or anything. Because David could understand that. Seriously, who doesn't cry when the whole town of Bedford Falls bursts into the Bailey home, throwing cash around and telling George he's just about the greatest thing since sliced bread? No one, that's who. And it wasn't White Christmas or Miracle on 34th Street or any other of a myriad of heartstring-tugging films about the holiday season.
A Christmas Story. They were watching A Christmas Story, for goodness sake! A film so wrought with black humor and wry dialogue that there's no way you can cry. No way.
So even though they've DVRed this ridiculous movie (which Cook has declared the BEST CHRISTMAS MOVIE OF ALL TIME, HANDS DOWN, OH MY GOD), David's volunteered to go back to the kitchen to refill their mugs of hot chocolate so Cook lets the commercials run.
What a bad idea, apparently.
David's leaning against the counter, waiting for the hot water to boil, and he's humming to himself, right? "O Holy Night" or "Riu Riu Chiu" or something. He rinses their mugs and fills them again with hot chocolate mix and then takes inventory of how many marshmallows are left because Cook will flip out if there's just not an absolute frost of melted marshmallow over his hot chocolate. Flip. Out. Complete with pouty lower lip and everything.
So the water boils and David mixes the drinks and doles out the marshmallows and he's feeling pretty good about the whole crazy thing when he carefully picks up both mugs and wanders back out into the living room. Cook doesn't look up to him when he leans to put one mug at his boyfriend's side and it isn't until David's set his down on the coffee table and gathered up the afghan his grandmother made and gone to settle back into the warm crook of Cook's side where he was previously that he notes Cook hasn't automatically slung his arm back around him. So David looks up to him and Cook is dragging his sleeve across his face and David is so very confused.
"Are you okay?" he asks. He doesn't know what could have possibly happened in about three minutes' time, but alas.
Cook clears his throat and reaches back around David, still not looking at him. "Fine," he says, though his voice cracks.
"Are you crying?" David is bewildered. This is totally weird.
"No," Cook says and sniffs. "You ready?" He paws at the remote and fumbles it onto the floor.
"You're crying!" David declares as Cook bends to pick up the remote. "What happened?"
"Look," Cook says, "it's that damn Folgers commercial, okay? Gets me every time."
"What? WHAT?"
To answer, Cook presses the back button and makes David watch the whole minute-long commercial. Yeah, David knows it, it's older than he is, after all. When it's done, Cook swings his gaze back to David and David peers up into his glassy eyes which are supported by puffy lids and pink cheeks and what the actual heck is even happening right now, David wonders.
"You're crying because of that commercial?" David's still trying to figure this out. Because again, if they were watching It's a Wonderful Life and already all emotionally invested he could maybe kinda see being a little effected. But like, this? What?
"It's so touching!" Cook says, flailing his hand towards the television. "Peter comes home from college or the military or what the fuck ever and his family doesn't know? They don't know, David! But he's been gone and he sneaks in early on Christmas morning and has all those presents and then he wakes them up with coffee! And his family comes downstairs and they're so happy to see him and he got to spend Christmas at home after all and -- stop looking at me like that!"
"You're weird," David says and pulls the afghan up around his chest.
"Fine," Cook replies and hits play on the remote again. "But the next time you cry while we're watching Finding Nemo I'm calling you out."
"I don't cry during Finding Nemo!" David declares. Because he most certainly does not.
"Whatever," Cook says dismissively. "Every single time that guppy gets separated from his dad and they think he's a total goner--"
"He's a clown fish, Cook, I've told you that a million times!"
Cook laughs through his puffy eyes and slings his arm over David's shoulder and pulls him close. David narrows his brow and pulls his blanket up to his chin and watches as Ralphie goes and almost shoots his eye out just like everyone's been warning him this whole dang time and where does Cook get off bringing up Finding Nemo anyway? That movie is sad. This commercial is decidedly not. And it's a commercial for gosh sakes! A commercial.
David reaches for his hot chocolate and sips it and lets his eyes glaze over at the flickering of the television in the darkening room. And Cook, sheepish grin on his face and all, leans over and kisses David and runs his tongue across the kid's upper lip because there is a streak of melty marshmallow decorating it and wow that makes David feel all tingly inside, doesn't it?
Cook hums against his mouth and mumbles, "You missed the best part."
And David grins and replies, "No, I didn't."
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I should probably also declare that I might maybe be stretching out into other fandoms? And still use this journal to do so. So even though it's all mostly Cookleta and has a Cookleta header and all of that, you might get sneak!attacked by other Idols or the JONAS BROTHERS or Drake & Josh of all things. DRAKE AND JOSH. Not to mention crazy things like Nick Jonas/David Archuleta, Nick Jonas/Drake Bell and Kevin Jonas/Zac Efron. KEVRON, OKAY? O. KAY?
Anyway, I already picture a fraction of you going, "OMG, HOORAY!" and another fraction going, "Oh. My. God. *blinks*" and still another fraction turning on your heels and slamming out the door. FINE, BE THAT WAY. BE. THAT. WAY. See if I care.
Except I totally do care, so I hope you'll still love me because I still love you.
OMG, HERE'S A STORY, FOR GOODNESS SAKE!
[title] The Best Part
[author] kissontheneck
[pairing] Cookleta
[beta] I don't even know why I bother to keep this heading. I use it so rarely. XD
[rating] PG
[word count] 902
[summary] Someone gets a little emotional over a commercial everyone's seen a million times.
[disclaimer] Surely, I have nothing to do with either of these fine young men, no matter how much I wish I did.
[warnings] RIDICULOUSNESS. That is all.
[author's notes] If you've had a pulse in the last twenty years in America, you know what this fic refers to. If you've somehow escaped the wonder that is this classic Folgers commercial, you better watch it immediately. Also, I'm supposed to give all the credit in the world to my wife, slashophile, who gave me the general idea in like, JULY or something. ♥
THE BEST PART
It wasn't like they were watching It's a Wonderful Life or anything. Because David could understand that. Seriously, who doesn't cry when the whole town of Bedford Falls bursts into the Bailey home, throwing cash around and telling George he's just about the greatest thing since sliced bread? No one, that's who. And it wasn't White Christmas or Miracle on 34th Street or any other of a myriad of heartstring-tugging films about the holiday season.
A Christmas Story. They were watching A Christmas Story, for goodness sake! A film so wrought with black humor and wry dialogue that there's no way you can cry. No way.
So even though they've DVRed this ridiculous movie (which Cook has declared the BEST CHRISTMAS MOVIE OF ALL TIME, HANDS DOWN, OH MY GOD), David's volunteered to go back to the kitchen to refill their mugs of hot chocolate so Cook lets the commercials run.
What a bad idea, apparently.
David's leaning against the counter, waiting for the hot water to boil, and he's humming to himself, right? "O Holy Night" or "Riu Riu Chiu" or something. He rinses their mugs and fills them again with hot chocolate mix and then takes inventory of how many marshmallows are left because Cook will flip out if there's just not an absolute frost of melted marshmallow over his hot chocolate. Flip. Out. Complete with pouty lower lip and everything.
So the water boils and David mixes the drinks and doles out the marshmallows and he's feeling pretty good about the whole crazy thing when he carefully picks up both mugs and wanders back out into the living room. Cook doesn't look up to him when he leans to put one mug at his boyfriend's side and it isn't until David's set his down on the coffee table and gathered up the afghan his grandmother made and gone to settle back into the warm crook of Cook's side where he was previously that he notes Cook hasn't automatically slung his arm back around him. So David looks up to him and Cook is dragging his sleeve across his face and David is so very confused.
"Are you okay?" he asks. He doesn't know what could have possibly happened in about three minutes' time, but alas.
Cook clears his throat and reaches back around David, still not looking at him. "Fine," he says, though his voice cracks.
"Are you crying?" David is bewildered. This is totally weird.
"No," Cook says and sniffs. "You ready?" He paws at the remote and fumbles it onto the floor.
"You're crying!" David declares as Cook bends to pick up the remote. "What happened?"
"Look," Cook says, "it's that damn Folgers commercial, okay? Gets me every time."
"What? WHAT?"
To answer, Cook presses the back button and makes David watch the whole minute-long commercial. Yeah, David knows it, it's older than he is, after all. When it's done, Cook swings his gaze back to David and David peers up into his glassy eyes which are supported by puffy lids and pink cheeks and what the actual heck is even happening right now, David wonders.
"You're crying because of that commercial?" David's still trying to figure this out. Because again, if they were watching It's a Wonderful Life and already all emotionally invested he could maybe kinda see being a little effected. But like, this? What?
"It's so touching!" Cook says, flailing his hand towards the television. "Peter comes home from college or the military or what the fuck ever and his family doesn't know? They don't know, David! But he's been gone and he sneaks in early on Christmas morning and has all those presents and then he wakes them up with coffee! And his family comes downstairs and they're so happy to see him and he got to spend Christmas at home after all and -- stop looking at me like that!"
"You're weird," David says and pulls the afghan up around his chest.
"Fine," Cook replies and hits play on the remote again. "But the next time you cry while we're watching Finding Nemo I'm calling you out."
"I don't cry during Finding Nemo!" David declares. Because he most certainly does not.
"Whatever," Cook says dismissively. "Every single time that guppy gets separated from his dad and they think he's a total goner--"
"He's a clown fish, Cook, I've told you that a million times!"
Cook laughs through his puffy eyes and slings his arm over David's shoulder and pulls him close. David narrows his brow and pulls his blanket up to his chin and watches as Ralphie goes and almost shoots his eye out just like everyone's been warning him this whole dang time and where does Cook get off bringing up Finding Nemo anyway? That movie is sad. This commercial is decidedly not. And it's a commercial for gosh sakes! A commercial.
David reaches for his hot chocolate and sips it and lets his eyes glaze over at the flickering of the television in the darkening room. And Cook, sheepish grin on his face and all, leans over and kisses David and runs his tongue across the kid's upper lip because there is a streak of melty marshmallow decorating it and wow that makes David feel all tingly inside, doesn't it?
Cook hums against his mouth and mumbles, "You missed the best part."
And David grins and replies, "No, I didn't."
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