Fic: Twenty thousand kilometres to go
Title: Twenty thousand kilometres to go
Pairing: Cookleta
Rating: PG
Word Count: 622
Summary: The atmosphere of a tour bus makes a certain Michael Johns particularly explosive.
Disclaimer: David Archuleta says himself that he's too old to adopt, clearly I don't think so.
To David Archuleta, Michael Johns is a ticking time bomb on the tour bus.
Unfortunately, the atmosphere of a tour bus makes a certain Michael Johns particularly explosive. David thinks that it might be the combination of the flat land rolling by, the two hour long fan mobbing the night before and the numerous pairs of dirty socks under Jason Castro's bunk, but as he twiddles with the touchpad on his Mac and peeks at Michael Johns out of the corner of his eye, he feels apprehension thudding in the air.
It had to be him this time, he knows it. It's always either him or Castro or Cook, because Chikezie is either too easygoing or Michael's smartly figured out that he used to be a security guard. Either way, two weeks ago, Michael tossed out Cook's (dirty) boxers from the door of the tour bus into a crowd of screaming forty-somethings. The following week, on a Tuesday night, Michael proceeded to look for weed under Castro's pillow - and not finding any, left a childish drawing of a marijuana leaf under the pillow. The prank - or maybe it was a dig - totally failed, because they were passing by Toronto that week and Castro thought it was a maple leaf. Michael Johns really couldn't draw.
So David Archuleta isn't particularly surprised when he is, per usual, changing under his sheets when Michael Johns suddenly whips off the sheet and proceeds to aim a digital camera at him.
"Shirtless pictures," Michael is saying gleefully, and David is sort of looking at him oddly, stock-still in his boxers, when David Cook suddenly erupts out of the bathroom.
Cook glances back and forth between the two, Michael smirking and David not smiling and he says very quietly - Cook never yells - "Johns, what do you think you're doing?"
Cook throws David his pajama pants, and David feels like he could sink into the floor and onto the road where the bus would mercifully roll right over him. He's embarrassed, and he tugs his pants on, but Cook's behaviour is odd to him. David saw it coming, Jason saw it coming, and Michael did it. He glances at Cook. The blush is fading, and now he's completely confused.
Cook's voice is strangled, and he isn't looking at David's face. David's chest was still bare.
"Oh," he says, glancing down, and he swipes a shirt, any shirt, to put on.
Michael Johns is completely puzzled as well, and he looks down at his camera - "Got the shots just for you, Cook," he says, and something starts to click in David's head before Cook swears and drags Michael toward the rear of the bus.
David looks around. Jason is still complacently reading, Chikezie is still out like a light, so he shrugs and puts his headphones back in and crawls back into his bunk. He tries to think about what just happened, but his head starts to hurt and he turns Sara Bareilles up and closes his eyes.
He hears his name suddenly, a while later, and he's not even sure if he heard correctly, because Sara had been doing a “Woooo oooo oooo” run. He smacks the pause button on his iPod only to catch - "Your little crush on David Archuleta -" and it's all that he can do to keep his eyes from snapping open. But something changes in the air and perhaps Michael senses it because - and it's the first time that Michael has ever done this - he lowers his voice to a respectable volume, and dang it, David can't catch what they're saying anymore.
It's strange that David's started to appreciate Michael Johns and his stupid pranks.
Pairing: Cookleta
Rating: PG
Word Count: 622
Summary: The atmosphere of a tour bus makes a certain Michael Johns particularly explosive.
Disclaimer: David Archuleta says himself that he's too old to adopt, clearly I don't think so.
To David Archuleta, Michael Johns is a ticking time bomb on the tour bus.
Unfortunately, the atmosphere of a tour bus makes a certain Michael Johns particularly explosive. David thinks that it might be the combination of the flat land rolling by, the two hour long fan mobbing the night before and the numerous pairs of dirty socks under Jason Castro's bunk, but as he twiddles with the touchpad on his Mac and peeks at Michael Johns out of the corner of his eye, he feels apprehension thudding in the air.
It had to be him this time, he knows it. It's always either him or Castro or Cook, because Chikezie is either too easygoing or Michael's smartly figured out that he used to be a security guard. Either way, two weeks ago, Michael tossed out Cook's (dirty) boxers from the door of the tour bus into a crowd of screaming forty-somethings. The following week, on a Tuesday night, Michael proceeded to look for weed under Castro's pillow - and not finding any, left a childish drawing of a marijuana leaf under the pillow. The prank - or maybe it was a dig - totally failed, because they were passing by Toronto that week and Castro thought it was a maple leaf. Michael Johns really couldn't draw.
So David Archuleta isn't particularly surprised when he is, per usual, changing under his sheets when Michael Johns suddenly whips off the sheet and proceeds to aim a digital camera at him.
"Shirtless pictures," Michael is saying gleefully, and David is sort of looking at him oddly, stock-still in his boxers, when David Cook suddenly erupts out of the bathroom.
Cook glances back and forth between the two, Michael smirking and David not smiling and he says very quietly - Cook never yells - "Johns, what do you think you're doing?"
Cook throws David his pajama pants, and David feels like he could sink into the floor and onto the road where the bus would mercifully roll right over him. He's embarrassed, and he tugs his pants on, but Cook's behaviour is odd to him. David saw it coming, Jason saw it coming, and Michael did it. He glances at Cook. The blush is fading, and now he's completely confused.
Cook's voice is strangled, and he isn't looking at David's face. David's chest was still bare.
"Oh," he says, glancing down, and he swipes a shirt, any shirt, to put on.
Michael Johns is completely puzzled as well, and he looks down at his camera - "Got the shots just for you, Cook," he says, and something starts to click in David's head before Cook swears and drags Michael toward the rear of the bus.
David looks around. Jason is still complacently reading, Chikezie is still out like a light, so he shrugs and puts his headphones back in and crawls back into his bunk. He tries to think about what just happened, but his head starts to hurt and he turns Sara Bareilles up and closes his eyes.
He hears his name suddenly, a while later, and he's not even sure if he heard correctly, because Sara had been doing a “Woooo oooo oooo” run. He smacks the pause button on his iPod only to catch - "Your little crush on David Archuleta -" and it's all that he can do to keep his eyes from snapping open. But something changes in the air and perhaps Michael senses it because - and it's the first time that Michael has ever done this - he lowers his voice to a respectable volume, and dang it, David can't catch what they're saying anymore.
It's strange that David's started to appreciate Michael Johns and his stupid pranks.