Fic: By Gosh, By Golly
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cloversworldTitle: By Gosh, By Golly
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clover71
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: David Cook/ David Archuleta
Rating: PG
Description: Part of the Twelve Days of Christmas 2011 collection, see author's notes for more details.
Summary: David has had a not-so-secret crush on Cook since Idol and it takes some not-so-gentle coaxing from his friends and a not-so-discreet mistletoe for him to finally do something about it.
Disclaimer:
1) Please note that this is purely fiction and none of the contents are real except for all or some of the characters used in this story.
2) Most characters used are real people but the details within do not purposely imply occurrences in real life; thus, anything here that concurs with real events may be completely coincidental.
3) This fiction is created based solely on the imagination of the author and for non-profitable purpose.
Author's Note(s):
- This is my gift fic forbigwhoop4u who requested for a cookleta fic about the boys finding themselves under the mistletoe and their first kiss. I hope you like this, Lori.
- Since I've been getting titles from songs, Christmas songs mostly, the title for this story comes from the lyrics of 'Mistletoe and Holly'
- Not beta'ed, sorry for the mistakes
The party is in full swing by the time David slides out of the kitchen. Somehow he feels he's caught in some time warp because, gosh, how long has he been in there? He's pretty sure he's been gone for only five minutes or something. It doesn't take that long to refill the serving tray with hors d'oeuvre or whatever it's called, right?
"Where did all these people come from?" he asks Carly and she laughs, probably at the expression on his face that he's pretty sure defines his utter confusion.
"You've been in there for almost twenty minutes, David. I was just about to come and get you," she says, the smile that seems to be permanently drawn on her face that night stretches wider.
"Gosh. I didn't realize it took me that long." He settles the tray carefully on the table. "It's—I'm—well, I was afraid I'd drop the deviled eggs so…."
"Well Brooke actually thought you were hiding," she says, her smile morphing into something teasing.
David huffs out a derisive laugh, says, "Why would I be hiding?" his tone sliding down on the last word when Carly gives him that look. David's shoulders sag. "Fine. I just…" His eyes dart around the room. "He's not yet here, is he?"
"He sent me a text message ten minutes ago, says he's on his way."
David sighs like he's been told 'your safe' during elimination night in Idol. "It's just… I haven't seen him since last April—or June—and… and… I don't know Carly. I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I know it's stupid."
"Ohh…" Carly coos in a motherly way, wrapping an arm around David's shoulders. "It's not stupid. I think it's adorable. I thought you'd be over him by now but it's cute you still have a crush on him after two years and a half."
"You're not mocking me, are you?"
The laughter that breaks out of Carly is soft, soothing and it actually calms David's nerves. "Oh sweetie. Never. I just think it's about time you do something about it seeing that those feelings aren't going away any time soon." She punctuated 'those feelings' with a jab of her finger on the spot where David's heart is.
"Do something about it?" David's horrified at the thought of coming up to Cook and say 'oh hey, Cook, you know I've had a crush on you for two years' because he 's pretty sure he'll freeze up before he can even get a word out.
"I trust you'll find a way," Carly says while her eyes keep sliding up to somewhere on the ceiling and David thinks she's about to have a seizure or something. Before he can ask if she's all right though he follows her gaze on impulse and sees… well, he's not sure what he's supposed to see so he utters "huh?" stupidly.
Carly's eyes roll up and she blows a fringe of hair that falls over her eyes. "Oh David, you're so clueless. I was gesturing at the mistletoe."
David spots the bunch of green leaves hanging on the archway leading out to the patio and says, "Oh," then, "um…" and "so?" because he's not sure what Carly's trying to point out. Maybe he is clueless, or Cook will probably use some big word like 'obtuse' to describe him, but Cook will never do that. Probably. Cook always says nice things about him.
"Jeez, David." Carly steers him toward that spot, says, "Get Cook to stand there with you and show him the mistletoe so he'll have no choice but to kiss you," slowly, as if she's talking to a child, her Irish accent thicker than it was earlier.
"Kiss me?" he squeaks, eyes growing wide as saucers. "Um… I don't think I can—I uh… Carly, I can't do that!"
"Well, you better make up your mind because he's here now with his good friend Ryan Star."
David's eyes dart to the foyer where Carly's gaze is set and he swallows whatever it is that got stuck in his throat, his heartbeat echoing in his ears.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll go play hostess," Carly says then glides away toward the other guests, leaving David feeling like his knees are about to give way.
His eyes snap back to Cook, not expecting to meet Ryan's gaze instead. Ryan's lips crook into a creepy smirk almost instantly then he touches Cook's back and leans in, mouth close to Cook's ear. He whispers something that makes Cook laugh heartily and the sight makes David's entrails twist.
"You should go get your man before someone else does," someone – Brooke – singsongs behind him and he feels his face grow hot.
"I um…" His head begins to reel with a thousand thoughts – voices whispering the same things: do something about it and go get your man and you're like a schoolgirl with a crush David – man up, the last bit sounding more like Claudia. He searches Brooke's face for something that might tell David that she's just kidding, that she's really not encouraging David to do whatever but Brooke just smiles.
"Here he comes," she mutters in a volume low enough for the noises around them to cover up but loud enough for David to hear. "Good luck." She lifts her head, says, "Dave!" and pulls Cook in a quick hug. "Glad you can make it."
"Wouldn't miss this for the world," Cook says, eyes sweeping around the room. "Looks like almost everyone in our season is here. I ran into Hernandez and Kristy outside."
"Yeah. I'm glad Carly thought of turning this Christmas party into some sort of reunion as well," Brooke says, constantly throwing don't-just-stand-there-say-something glances at David while she speaks. "Jason's here with Mandy too. And Amanda Overmyer's out at the back with Mike and Syesha." Then she adds, "Archie's here, too, of course," with a jerk of her thumb, gesturing at David as if Cook won't be able to see him if she doesn't.
Cook laughs in that usual fond way and his hand lands heavily on David's shoulder, kneading like he always does and says, "Nice to see you here, Arch."
David does his best not to mewl because Cook's hand feels good. "You look awesome," is what slips out of David's mouth instead of his usual 'hey, Cook.' He expects Cook to laugh but Cook doesn't. Cook's gaze goes soft and the kneading on David's shoulder turns into something akin to caress.
"Excuse me," Brooke interrupts their moment and gestures at the other side of the room where Carly's waving her hand. "I think Carly needs my help."
Cook's hand slips across David's back then he rests his arm over David's shoulders. It feels so comforting that David melts against Cook's side like it's the natural thing to do – like it's home, where he belongs and where he fits perfectly. This is the part he misses the most and he wishes there's some way he and Cook can see each other often.
David hears Jordin's voice somewhere at the back of his head, saying, You two should date, you know and he blurts, "Gosh, stop it," out loud. He can see Cook's eyes slanting down to him through his peripheral vision, like maybe Cook's thinking David is going crazy?
"Okay, okay," Cook says with a soft laugh. "I'll stop gushing about you. You can't blame me though. You do look absolutely stunning."
David thinks, Huh? and figures Cook was probably saying something when he spaced out. He says, "Oh," and pushes his tongue between his lips because they feel so dang dry. "Ignore me. I was just…" He waves his arm in the air while trying to come up with an excuse.
He doesn't need to think hard though because Ryan sashays over, says, "Can I steal Dave for a while?" and is already dragging Cook away before David can even react.
Gosh. How rude.
"I'll be right back," Cook says over his shoulders and David suddenly feels his insides clenching and boiling, blood rushing through his ears.
Suddenly, he's in no mood to party anymore so he melts in a corner like some wallpaper watching Cook and Ryan hop from one group to another. His eyes skip over to Carly, who's giving him a don't-just-stand-there look, then to Brooke who's doing the same thing and she keeps jerking her head to where Cook is.
Carly's husband, Todd, glides beside him and hands him a cup. David mutters his thanks and eyes the content warily. It's pink and there are bits of fruits floating inside. "That's just pink grapefruit," Todd says, rolling his eyes.
"Oh." David takes a sip. It's sweet and nice and refreshing so he takes a gulp. And another. Then he feels the kick or something so he pulls his brows together, staring at the liquid and asks, "What's in it?"
The corners of Todd's mouth curl up. "Something to give you confidence, my friend." He pats David on the back and saunters away.
David stares at Todd's back wondering if Todd was just messing with his gullibility. He mindlessly lifts the cup to his lips and takes another swig. His gaze darts down to his drink – What the heck? – then drops the almost empty cup on the table.
Do something about it. Carly's voice echoes in his head. You should go get your man. Brooke's too. Something to give you confidence.
"Oh gosh. What am I doing?" David mutters to himself. He heads over to where Cook's laughing at someone's joke, tentatively brings his hand up to Cook's arm and says, "Hey Cook. Wanna go out to the patio with me? Get some air. Maybe go see Mikey and the others?"
David can't believe he's doing this but it's too late to back out now because Cook's smiling and saying, "Sure." He leads Cook toward the patio; his eyes keep darting up to the curve of the archway. His fingers ache from keeping them crossed, hoping he doesn't screw up and praying his dad won't strangle him if he finds out about this.
When they reach the archway, David stops and crouches down, pretending to fix the lace on his shoe. Cook's feet are so close to his own. He rises up, feeling his heart pounding hard against his ribcage and his voice cracks when he says, "Sorry."
Cook shrugs, says, "It's cool, man," but doesn’t move from his spot.
It's now or never. David gazes up, feeling absolutely silly and awkward when he says, "Oh look, mistletoe," and sees Cook tilt his head upward. A small smile takes shape on Cook's lips and it makes David feel dizzy so he reaches out, his fingers clutching on the front of Cook's shirt.
Confidence. A voice echoes in David's head. He pulls Cook down and he pushes himself up on his toes, his lips meeting Cook's. It's quick, just a smack, but he's able to capture the taste of Cook's lips before he yanks his head back.
Something crosses Cook's face and David thinks, crap, what have I done? Then one corner of Cook's mouth twitches and he leans down, says, "Damn, Archuleta. You beat me to it," and before David can ask what Cook meant, their mouths crash together – this time, David parts his lips for Cook's tongue.
*
Later that night, when most of the guests have left (including Ryan Star, yay!), David and some of his fellow Idol alumni settles in the Smithson's living room.
Cook tells them about the album he's working on, even plays some of the tracks for them. David's chest swells with pride when everyone agrees that those are awesome songs.
"So," Michael Johns starts when the song Cook says is called 'Fade Into Me' is playing in the background, "I see that you two have finally hooked up." His eyes skip between David and Cook.
David's cheeks heat up and he fights the urge to bury his face in Cook's chest when Michael adds, "I didn't know you had it in you, Archuleta. That was a bold move."
Todd snorts and Carly slaps her husband's thigh. "I saw you give him something earlier. What was that?" she asks.
"Confidence juice," Todd says and he seems to be feigning innocence.
"Confidence juice my ass," Carly barks, but there isn't anything snide in her tone, more like she's trying to hold a laugh. "I can't believe you'll give him something with liquor. He's only nineteen, for fuck's sake."
David wants to say 'I'll be twenty next week' but he's startled when Todd starts laughing. "I didn't give him liquor, hon," he says between labored breaths. "Honestly. That was just juice. I just made him think it had liquor in it so, you know, he would finally have the guts to make a move on Cook."
David so wants to crawl under the couch and stay there for the rest of the night.
Author:
clover71Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: David Cook/ David Archuleta
Rating: PG
Description: Part of the Twelve Days of Christmas 2011 collection, see author's notes for more details.
Summary: David has had a not-so-secret crush on Cook since Idol and it takes some not-so-gentle coaxing from his friends and a not-so-discreet mistletoe for him to finally do something about it.
Disclaimer:
1) Please note that this is purely fiction and none of the contents are real except for all or some of the characters used in this story.
2) Most characters used are real people but the details within do not purposely imply occurrences in real life; thus, anything here that concurs with real events may be completely coincidental.
3) This fiction is created based solely on the imagination of the author and for non-profitable purpose.
Author's Note(s):
- This is my gift fic for
bigwhoop4u who requested for a cookleta fic about the boys finding themselves under the mistletoe and their first kiss. I hope you like this, Lori.- Since I've been getting titles from songs, Christmas songs mostly, the title for this story comes from the lyrics of 'Mistletoe and Holly'
- Not beta'ed, sorry for the mistakes
The party is in full swing by the time David slides out of the kitchen. Somehow he feels he's caught in some time warp because, gosh, how long has he been in there? He's pretty sure he's been gone for only five minutes or something. It doesn't take that long to refill the serving tray with hors d'oeuvre or whatever it's called, right?
"Where did all these people come from?" he asks Carly and she laughs, probably at the expression on his face that he's pretty sure defines his utter confusion.
"You've been in there for almost twenty minutes, David. I was just about to come and get you," she says, the smile that seems to be permanently drawn on her face that night stretches wider.
"Gosh. I didn't realize it took me that long." He settles the tray carefully on the table. "It's—I'm—well, I was afraid I'd drop the deviled eggs so…."
"Well Brooke actually thought you were hiding," she says, her smile morphing into something teasing.
David huffs out a derisive laugh, says, "Why would I be hiding?" his tone sliding down on the last word when Carly gives him that look. David's shoulders sag. "Fine. I just…" His eyes dart around the room. "He's not yet here, is he?"
"He sent me a text message ten minutes ago, says he's on his way."
David sighs like he's been told 'your safe' during elimination night in Idol. "It's just… I haven't seen him since last April—or June—and… and… I don't know Carly. I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I know it's stupid."
"Ohh…" Carly coos in a motherly way, wrapping an arm around David's shoulders. "It's not stupid. I think it's adorable. I thought you'd be over him by now but it's cute you still have a crush on him after two years and a half."
"You're not mocking me, are you?"
The laughter that breaks out of Carly is soft, soothing and it actually calms David's nerves. "Oh sweetie. Never. I just think it's about time you do something about it seeing that those feelings aren't going away any time soon." She punctuated 'those feelings' with a jab of her finger on the spot where David's heart is.
"Do something about it?" David's horrified at the thought of coming up to Cook and say 'oh hey, Cook, you know I've had a crush on you for two years' because he 's pretty sure he'll freeze up before he can even get a word out.
"I trust you'll find a way," Carly says while her eyes keep sliding up to somewhere on the ceiling and David thinks she's about to have a seizure or something. Before he can ask if she's all right though he follows her gaze on impulse and sees… well, he's not sure what he's supposed to see so he utters "huh?" stupidly.
Carly's eyes roll up and she blows a fringe of hair that falls over her eyes. "Oh David, you're so clueless. I was gesturing at the mistletoe."
David spots the bunch of green leaves hanging on the archway leading out to the patio and says, "Oh," then, "um…" and "so?" because he's not sure what Carly's trying to point out. Maybe he is clueless, or Cook will probably use some big word like 'obtuse' to describe him, but Cook will never do that. Probably. Cook always says nice things about him.
"Jeez, David." Carly steers him toward that spot, says, "Get Cook to stand there with you and show him the mistletoe so he'll have no choice but to kiss you," slowly, as if she's talking to a child, her Irish accent thicker than it was earlier.
"Kiss me?" he squeaks, eyes growing wide as saucers. "Um… I don't think I can—I uh… Carly, I can't do that!"
"Well, you better make up your mind because he's here now with his good friend Ryan Star."
David's eyes dart to the foyer where Carly's gaze is set and he swallows whatever it is that got stuck in his throat, his heartbeat echoing in his ears.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll go play hostess," Carly says then glides away toward the other guests, leaving David feeling like his knees are about to give way.
His eyes snap back to Cook, not expecting to meet Ryan's gaze instead. Ryan's lips crook into a creepy smirk almost instantly then he touches Cook's back and leans in, mouth close to Cook's ear. He whispers something that makes Cook laugh heartily and the sight makes David's entrails twist.
"You should go get your man before someone else does," someone – Brooke – singsongs behind him and he feels his face grow hot.
"I um…" His head begins to reel with a thousand thoughts – voices whispering the same things: do something about it and go get your man and you're like a schoolgirl with a crush David – man up, the last bit sounding more like Claudia. He searches Brooke's face for something that might tell David that she's just kidding, that she's really not encouraging David to do whatever but Brooke just smiles.
"Here he comes," she mutters in a volume low enough for the noises around them to cover up but loud enough for David to hear. "Good luck." She lifts her head, says, "Dave!" and pulls Cook in a quick hug. "Glad you can make it."
"Wouldn't miss this for the world," Cook says, eyes sweeping around the room. "Looks like almost everyone in our season is here. I ran into Hernandez and Kristy outside."
"Yeah. I'm glad Carly thought of turning this Christmas party into some sort of reunion as well," Brooke says, constantly throwing don't-just-stand-there-say-something glances at David while she speaks. "Jason's here with Mandy too. And Amanda Overmyer's out at the back with Mike and Syesha." Then she adds, "Archie's here, too, of course," with a jerk of her thumb, gesturing at David as if Cook won't be able to see him if she doesn't.
Cook laughs in that usual fond way and his hand lands heavily on David's shoulder, kneading like he always does and says, "Nice to see you here, Arch."
David does his best not to mewl because Cook's hand feels good. "You look awesome," is what slips out of David's mouth instead of his usual 'hey, Cook.' He expects Cook to laugh but Cook doesn't. Cook's gaze goes soft and the kneading on David's shoulder turns into something akin to caress.
"Excuse me," Brooke interrupts their moment and gestures at the other side of the room where Carly's waving her hand. "I think Carly needs my help."
Cook's hand slips across David's back then he rests his arm over David's shoulders. It feels so comforting that David melts against Cook's side like it's the natural thing to do – like it's home, where he belongs and where he fits perfectly. This is the part he misses the most and he wishes there's some way he and Cook can see each other often.
David hears Jordin's voice somewhere at the back of his head, saying, You two should date, you know and he blurts, "Gosh, stop it," out loud. He can see Cook's eyes slanting down to him through his peripheral vision, like maybe Cook's thinking David is going crazy?
"Okay, okay," Cook says with a soft laugh. "I'll stop gushing about you. You can't blame me though. You do look absolutely stunning."
David thinks, Huh? and figures Cook was probably saying something when he spaced out. He says, "Oh," and pushes his tongue between his lips because they feel so dang dry. "Ignore me. I was just…" He waves his arm in the air while trying to come up with an excuse.
He doesn't need to think hard though because Ryan sashays over, says, "Can I steal Dave for a while?" and is already dragging Cook away before David can even react.
Gosh. How rude.
"I'll be right back," Cook says over his shoulders and David suddenly feels his insides clenching and boiling, blood rushing through his ears.
Suddenly, he's in no mood to party anymore so he melts in a corner like some wallpaper watching Cook and Ryan hop from one group to another. His eyes skip over to Carly, who's giving him a don't-just-stand-there look, then to Brooke who's doing the same thing and she keeps jerking her head to where Cook is.
Carly's husband, Todd, glides beside him and hands him a cup. David mutters his thanks and eyes the content warily. It's pink and there are bits of fruits floating inside. "That's just pink grapefruit," Todd says, rolling his eyes.
"Oh." David takes a sip. It's sweet and nice and refreshing so he takes a gulp. And another. Then he feels the kick or something so he pulls his brows together, staring at the liquid and asks, "What's in it?"
The corners of Todd's mouth curl up. "Something to give you confidence, my friend." He pats David on the back and saunters away.
David stares at Todd's back wondering if Todd was just messing with his gullibility. He mindlessly lifts the cup to his lips and takes another swig. His gaze darts down to his drink – What the heck? – then drops the almost empty cup on the table.
Do something about it. Carly's voice echoes in his head. You should go get your man. Brooke's too. Something to give you confidence.
"Oh gosh. What am I doing?" David mutters to himself. He heads over to where Cook's laughing at someone's joke, tentatively brings his hand up to Cook's arm and says, "Hey Cook. Wanna go out to the patio with me? Get some air. Maybe go see Mikey and the others?"
David can't believe he's doing this but it's too late to back out now because Cook's smiling and saying, "Sure." He leads Cook toward the patio; his eyes keep darting up to the curve of the archway. His fingers ache from keeping them crossed, hoping he doesn't screw up and praying his dad won't strangle him if he finds out about this.
When they reach the archway, David stops and crouches down, pretending to fix the lace on his shoe. Cook's feet are so close to his own. He rises up, feeling his heart pounding hard against his ribcage and his voice cracks when he says, "Sorry."
Cook shrugs, says, "It's cool, man," but doesn’t move from his spot.
It's now or never. David gazes up, feeling absolutely silly and awkward when he says, "Oh look, mistletoe," and sees Cook tilt his head upward. A small smile takes shape on Cook's lips and it makes David feel dizzy so he reaches out, his fingers clutching on the front of Cook's shirt.
Confidence. A voice echoes in David's head. He pulls Cook down and he pushes himself up on his toes, his lips meeting Cook's. It's quick, just a smack, but he's able to capture the taste of Cook's lips before he yanks his head back.
Something crosses Cook's face and David thinks, crap, what have I done? Then one corner of Cook's mouth twitches and he leans down, says, "Damn, Archuleta. You beat me to it," and before David can ask what Cook meant, their mouths crash together – this time, David parts his lips for Cook's tongue.
*
Later that night, when most of the guests have left (including Ryan Star, yay!), David and some of his fellow Idol alumni settles in the Smithson's living room.
Cook tells them about the album he's working on, even plays some of the tracks for them. David's chest swells with pride when everyone agrees that those are awesome songs.
"So," Michael Johns starts when the song Cook says is called 'Fade Into Me' is playing in the background, "I see that you two have finally hooked up." His eyes skip between David and Cook.
David's cheeks heat up and he fights the urge to bury his face in Cook's chest when Michael adds, "I didn't know you had it in you, Archuleta. That was a bold move."
Todd snorts and Carly slaps her husband's thigh. "I saw you give him something earlier. What was that?" she asks.
"Confidence juice," Todd says and he seems to be feigning innocence.
"Confidence juice my ass," Carly barks, but there isn't anything snide in her tone, more like she's trying to hold a laugh. "I can't believe you'll give him something with liquor. He's only nineteen, for fuck's sake."
David wants to say 'I'll be twenty next week' but he's startled when Todd starts laughing. "I didn't give him liquor, hon," he says between labored breaths. "Honestly. That was just juice. I just made him think it had liquor in it so, you know, he would finally have the guts to make a move on Cook."
David so wants to crawl under the couch and stay there for the rest of the night.