A Tosser At The Door [David/Kris] [PG-13]
[title] A Tosser At The Door
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] yehwellwhatever. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/Kris Allen
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 265
[summary]
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met David Cook nor Kris Allen. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Dialogue-only format. Schmoop.
[author's notes] Written for jehane18's prompt of more of the engagement arc over at my prompts post. Also written for prompt #07 ~ speak from my 100_prompts prompt table and for ficforhope.
[author's notes 2] This is a follow up to A Fucking Of Course.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too, Dave, but this has to stop. It's nearly four in the morning there, and you have to be in the studio in less than seven hours."
"It's not my fault if I can't sleep without you by my side."
"Well, it'll be your fault if you show up late to work."
"I can always say that you kept me up all night."
"Knowing that it was you who called me, Dave, I'm pretty sure your friends will blame it all on you."
"But I miss you!"
"And I miss you, but I don't get all whiny about it. You can't keep doing this, Dave. It's been going on for seven months now, you have to get a grip on your sleeping patterns."
"There's no point, Kris, I can't sleep without you by my side. I can't even function!"
"I told you; I had everything planned. Even this."
"Even me not being able to sleep without my fiancé by my side? You're psychic, man."
"Told you I had hidden talents."
"I know-Fuck, hang on, Kris, some douche is at the door. Get a fucking grip, and stop ringing the fucking bell, I'm coming!"
"You talking to me?"
"Nope, I'm yelling at the tosser who's insistently knocking on-Kris?"
"Put down your phone, Dave, and close your mouth."
"But how-when-You should be in Rome!"
"And you should be asleep."
"But-"
"Can we hang up now? I kinda want to kiss my husband to be, and he's talking on the phone with someone."
"You are ri-uhmpf."
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] yehwellwhatever. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/Kris Allen
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 265
[summary]
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met David Cook nor Kris Allen. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Dialogue-only format. Schmoop.
[author's notes] Written for jehane18's prompt of more of the engagement arc over at my prompts post. Also written for prompt #07 ~ speak from my 100_prompts prompt table and for ficforhope.
[author's notes 2] This is a follow up to A Fucking Of Course.
"I miss you."
"I miss you too, Dave, but this has to stop. It's nearly four in the morning there, and you have to be in the studio in less than seven hours."
"It's not my fault if I can't sleep without you by my side."
"Well, it'll be your fault if you show up late to work."
"I can always say that you kept me up all night."
"Knowing that it was you who called me, Dave, I'm pretty sure your friends will blame it all on you."
"But I miss you!"
"And I miss you, but I don't get all whiny about it. You can't keep doing this, Dave. It's been going on for seven months now, you have to get a grip on your sleeping patterns."
"There's no point, Kris, I can't sleep without you by my side. I can't even function!"
"I told you; I had everything planned. Even this."
"Even me not being able to sleep without my fiancé by my side? You're psychic, man."
"Told you I had hidden talents."
"I know-Fuck, hang on, Kris, some douche is at the door. Get a fucking grip, and stop ringing the fucking bell, I'm coming!"
"You talking to me?"
"Nope, I'm yelling at the tosser who's insistently knocking on-Kris?"
"Put down your phone, Dave, and close your mouth."
"But how-when-You should be in Rome!"
"And you should be asleep."
"But-"
"Can we hang up now? I kinda want to kiss my husband to be, and he's talking on the phone with someone."
"You are ri-uhmpf."