Start Believing [Cookleta] [PG]
[title] Start Believing
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] yehwellwhatever. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/David Archuleta
[rating] PG
[word count] 825
[summary] It's me who was invisible, you know? Me who didn't even get to be looked at twice and then you-You saw me when no one else wanted to, when I was gross and dorky and red-haired and silly and-"
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met David Cook nor David Archuleta. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Flangst.
[author's notes] Written for gracelessheart for her prompt of Cookleta, secret!admirer over at my prompts post. Also written for ficforhope and for prompt #55 ~ invisible from my 100_prompts prompt table.
... but to you, I'm invisible.
David read the note over and over again, memorizing the words as if intent in reciting them years from that moment. He wasn't expecting that at all when Michael had handed him the envelope with his name simply written on it in black ink. He wasn't expecting to find a note from what looked like a secret admirer, mainly because he hadn't even thought for a second that he might be the object of someone's desire.
He looked around wildly, trying to figure out who could have been among the throng of fans that had come to meet them before the show. His green eyes roamed through the crowd but no one seemed shier than before, or crazier, or whatever. The nerd in him didn't even find a word to describe what he was looking for, so he gave up the pretense and stepped back to read the note again, ignoring the yells of the thousands people who were attempting to make a claim on him - he was done with hugging and smiling and signing for the day. He wanted to bask in the seemingly sincere love he could feel radiating from the piece of paper.
David had been feeling lonely as of lately. It got hard, to be living on the road, and even if he loved his newly made friends from American Idol, he had always dreamed of living the big life with Neal and Andy and Josh and Jeff and Bobby and Bryan. They were the ones who saw him when he was invisible, and somehow he felt identified with this secret admirer who seemed to know exactly how he felt.
He had hoped the bus would be empty when he stepped inside, the note still clutched in his hand. He needed time to digest what he had read, time to understand it fully, time to relish in it, to daydream about who it might be. David knew who he wanted it to be, and he was also aware of how little chance he had in that wishful thinking, but it didn't prevent him from hoping anyway. And just when he was about to sit on his bunk, he heard sniffing and rustle of clothes right in the back area of the bus. Intrigued, he marched on to where the noises could be heard, and found Archie sitting at the makeshift desk, writing away in that tidy handwriting of his. David made his way behind his friend - ignoring the sharp pang in his chest whenever he could smell his cologne, just knowing that he was sick just for even thinking of-of-he couldn't even say it - and smiled.
The grin fell off his lips when he caught glimpse of a pile of drafts at Achie's left, and on the floor. David bent to pick one of the discarded papers from the ground, and when he smoothed the sheet he could make out some words - the same words he had been reading over and over again ever since Michael gave him that note.
"Arch?" he asked, out of amazement. The younger singer flinched and turned to face him; David could see fear in those chocolate brown pupils when Archie noticed David holding both the note and the draft. "Was it you?"
"Listen, Cook, I-"
But David wasn't listening to Archie's words, he could only hear the rush of his blood running through his veins, pounding in his ears, as he lunged forward and kissed Archie. He didn't know where all that boldness came from - Archie was still a minor, and David was still eight years his senior - but all he cared about was to show the boy just how much visible he was.
When Archie began kissing back, David knew he had found his personal heaven. He pulled back after a while, to catch his breath and stare at the beautiful boy who was looking up at him in awe.
"Cook-"
"You're not invisible," he started, shivering as if he had been dumped out in the snow wearing just a shirt and no coat. "Archie, you are not invisible at all."
"But you-"
"It's me who was invisible, you know? Me who didn't even get to be looked at twice and then you-" David shook his head when Archie started to interrupt him. He placed a finger on Archie's puffed lips to make him remain quiet. "You saw me when no one else wanted to, when I was gross and dorky and red-haired and silly and-"
"Gosh, Cook, you weren't any of those things!" Archie cut him, his eyes reflecting a bit of the smile playing on his lips. "You have always been awesome and I just can't believe-I can't believe this is happening to me."
"Better start believing," David whispered, right on Archie's mouth, fully intending on silencing the younger singer. Or kiss him into oblivion.
Whatever came first.
[author] Lire Casander
[beta] yehwellwhatever. Any remaining mistakes are my own fault.
[pairing] David Cook/David Archuleta
[rating] PG
[word count] 825
[summary] It's me who was invisible, you know? Me who didn't even get to be looked at twice and then you-You saw me when no one else wanted to, when I was gross and dorky and red-haired and silly and-"
[disclaimer] I don't own nor have ever met David Cook nor David Archuleta. Everything about them is completely fiction, and any similarity with reality is a mere coincidence.
[warnings] Flangst.
[author's notes] Written for gracelessheart for her prompt of Cookleta, secret!admirer over at my prompts post. Also written for ficforhope and for prompt #55 ~ invisible from my 100_prompts prompt table.
... but to you, I'm invisible.
David read the note over and over again, memorizing the words as if intent in reciting them years from that moment. He wasn't expecting that at all when Michael had handed him the envelope with his name simply written on it in black ink. He wasn't expecting to find a note from what looked like a secret admirer, mainly because he hadn't even thought for a second that he might be the object of someone's desire.
He looked around wildly, trying to figure out who could have been among the throng of fans that had come to meet them before the show. His green eyes roamed through the crowd but no one seemed shier than before, or crazier, or whatever. The nerd in him didn't even find a word to describe what he was looking for, so he gave up the pretense and stepped back to read the note again, ignoring the yells of the thousands people who were attempting to make a claim on him - he was done with hugging and smiling and signing for the day. He wanted to bask in the seemingly sincere love he could feel radiating from the piece of paper.
David had been feeling lonely as of lately. It got hard, to be living on the road, and even if he loved his newly made friends from American Idol, he had always dreamed of living the big life with Neal and Andy and Josh and Jeff and Bobby and Bryan. They were the ones who saw him when he was invisible, and somehow he felt identified with this secret admirer who seemed to know exactly how he felt.
He had hoped the bus would be empty when he stepped inside, the note still clutched in his hand. He needed time to digest what he had read, time to understand it fully, time to relish in it, to daydream about who it might be. David knew who he wanted it to be, and he was also aware of how little chance he had in that wishful thinking, but it didn't prevent him from hoping anyway. And just when he was about to sit on his bunk, he heard sniffing and rustle of clothes right in the back area of the bus. Intrigued, he marched on to where the noises could be heard, and found Archie sitting at the makeshift desk, writing away in that tidy handwriting of his. David made his way behind his friend - ignoring the sharp pang in his chest whenever he could smell his cologne, just knowing that he was sick just for even thinking of-of-he couldn't even say it - and smiled.
The grin fell off his lips when he caught glimpse of a pile of drafts at Achie's left, and on the floor. David bent to pick one of the discarded papers from the ground, and when he smoothed the sheet he could make out some words - the same words he had been reading over and over again ever since Michael gave him that note.
"Arch?" he asked, out of amazement. The younger singer flinched and turned to face him; David could see fear in those chocolate brown pupils when Archie noticed David holding both the note and the draft. "Was it you?"
"Listen, Cook, I-"
But David wasn't listening to Archie's words, he could only hear the rush of his blood running through his veins, pounding in his ears, as he lunged forward and kissed Archie. He didn't know where all that boldness came from - Archie was still a minor, and David was still eight years his senior - but all he cared about was to show the boy just how much visible he was.
When Archie began kissing back, David knew he had found his personal heaven. He pulled back after a while, to catch his breath and stare at the beautiful boy who was looking up at him in awe.
"Cook-"
"You're not invisible," he started, shivering as if he had been dumped out in the snow wearing just a shirt and no coat. "Archie, you are not invisible at all."
"But you-"
"It's me who was invisible, you know? Me who didn't even get to be looked at twice and then you-" David shook his head when Archie started to interrupt him. He placed a finger on Archie's puffed lips to make him remain quiet. "You saw me when no one else wanted to, when I was gross and dorky and red-haired and silly and-"
"Gosh, Cook, you weren't any of those things!" Archie cut him, his eyes reflecting a bit of the smile playing on his lips. "You have always been awesome and I just can't believe-I can't believe this is happening to me."
"Better start believing," David whispered, right on Archie's mouth, fully intending on silencing the younger singer. Or kiss him into oblivion.
Whatever came first.