The (Ex) Boy Next Door
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amfiguree[Pre-slash] [American Idol] [David Archuleta/David Cook] [PG]
This is a sort of prequel-ish companion piece to The One Time Nothing Happened from Archie's POV. Both this and that can be read as standalones, but they're part of a universe I've been creating in my head for a while now, and there may or may not be more to come!
The (Ex) Boy Next Door
Author's Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scoop_k, who requested an alternative POV to The One Time Nothing Happened. Kim, bb, this 'verse (and this fandom) would be nothing without you. <3
byscoop_k, who is, like, a fucking goddess. only better.
See, the thing is, it's not even David's fault.
That is, okay, it sort of is, but only in that David has really weird friends (but they're all awesome once you get to know them) who think David needs to get out more and stop moping because Cook isn't around--
(which is totally not true, because David always knew Cook was going to make it big one day and it's not like he wishes Andrew never made Cook audition for Idol or anything)
--and decided that hanging out near the only sex shop in the neighborhood was the way to go about it, oh my gosh. Cook would totally be laughing at him if he knew.
But David hadn't even gone in, okay; the whip and the handcuffs totally weren't his, but Mike had kind of shoved them at him and then disappeared for ice cream, and David's car is at the shop for repairs, so he had to hold on to them. And then a cop had come down the street, whistling singing in the rain to himself, and when he'd seen David, he'd sort of paused and looked at him funny, and David knows that look like the back of his hand, because it's the look Cook used to get all the time, which always meant trouble, so.
So he'd done what he always did; he'd smiled, and said, "Hi, um--"
And he'd ended up in the holding cell in the nearest police station - in jail, oh my gosh - for, like, public indecency or whatever, and when he came in, one of the guys had looked him up and down and sneered and said, "Nice way to celebrate your eighteenth birthday, punk."
David cringes just thinking about it.
They'd made him wait in the cell forever, with a big, burly, African-American guy who wouldn't stop staring in the cell across him, and David had kind of curled in on himself and waited, and waited, until he realized he wasn't going anywhere. They'd only agreed to let him have his one phone call when he asked the fifth time, his eyes a little red and his nose starting to go runny, and it's already three in the morning or something when they finally let him out.
David doesn't try Cook first, although he's tempted. But then Mike doesn't pick up, Claudia's phone is out of range, Kim's cell is totally flat, and it's not like he can call anyone else, because what would he tell them? Also, he kind of needs someone who can post bail.
The guard who's with him is tapping his foot against the floor, clearly impatient, and David feels the hair on the back of his neck stand.
So that's when he tries Cook.
The phone rings forever, and David tries to camouflage into the wall the whole time, tries not to think about what if he doesn't pick up? or what if he's too busy to talk? Because Cook may be all, like, a big Hollywood rock and roll star or whatever now, but he's David's best friend, and even if they haven't had a lot of time to talk lately (Cook's always all, "Dave, listen, I have to call you back, my manager is about to kill me,") that isn't going to change years and years of shared history.
That's when Cook answers. "What?"
David feels the tight knot in his chest come loose, and he gasps out a quiet, thankful, "Oh my gosh."
He doesn't have to say please come get me to know that Cook will.
This is a sort of prequel-ish companion piece to The One Time Nothing Happened from Archie's POV. Both this and that can be read as standalones, but they're part of a universe I've been creating in my head for a while now, and there may or may not be more to come!
The (Ex) Boy Next Door
Author's Note: For
scoop_k, who requested an alternative POV to The One Time Nothing Happened. Kim, bb, this 'verse (and this fandom) would be nothing without you. <3by
scoop_k, who is, like, a fucking goddess. only better.See, the thing is, it's not even David's fault.
That is, okay, it sort of is, but only in that David has really weird friends (but they're all awesome once you get to know them) who think David needs to get out more and stop moping because Cook isn't around--
(which is totally not true, because David always knew Cook was going to make it big one day and it's not like he wishes Andrew never made Cook audition for Idol or anything)
--and decided that hanging out near the only sex shop in the neighborhood was the way to go about it, oh my gosh. Cook would totally be laughing at him if he knew.
But David hadn't even gone in, okay; the whip and the handcuffs totally weren't his, but Mike had kind of shoved them at him and then disappeared for ice cream, and David's car is at the shop for repairs, so he had to hold on to them. And then a cop had come down the street, whistling singing in the rain to himself, and when he'd seen David, he'd sort of paused and looked at him funny, and David knows that look like the back of his hand, because it's the look Cook used to get all the time, which always meant trouble, so.
So he'd done what he always did; he'd smiled, and said, "Hi, um--"
And he'd ended up in the holding cell in the nearest police station - in jail, oh my gosh - for, like, public indecency or whatever, and when he came in, one of the guys had looked him up and down and sneered and said, "Nice way to celebrate your eighteenth birthday, punk."
David cringes just thinking about it.
They'd made him wait in the cell forever, with a big, burly, African-American guy who wouldn't stop staring in the cell across him, and David had kind of curled in on himself and waited, and waited, until he realized he wasn't going anywhere. They'd only agreed to let him have his one phone call when he asked the fifth time, his eyes a little red and his nose starting to go runny, and it's already three in the morning or something when they finally let him out.
David doesn't try Cook first, although he's tempted. But then Mike doesn't pick up, Claudia's phone is out of range, Kim's cell is totally flat, and it's not like he can call anyone else, because what would he tell them? Also, he kind of needs someone who can post bail.
The guard who's with him is tapping his foot against the floor, clearly impatient, and David feels the hair on the back of his neck stand.
So that's when he tries Cook.
The phone rings forever, and David tries to camouflage into the wall the whole time, tries not to think about what if he doesn't pick up? or what if he's too busy to talk? Because Cook may be all, like, a big Hollywood rock and roll star or whatever now, but he's David's best friend, and even if they haven't had a lot of time to talk lately (Cook's always all, "Dave, listen, I have to call you back, my manager is about to kill me,") that isn't going to change years and years of shared history.
That's when Cook answers. "What?"
David feels the tight knot in his chest come loose, and he gasps out a quiet, thankful, "Oh my gosh."
He doesn't have to say please come get me to know that Cook will.
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Date: 2009-01-28 06:18 am (UTC)at least it wasn't something dreadful. but poor archie in jail, i bet it would traumatic for him.
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Date: 2009-01-28 06:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 06:49 am (UTC)the last line was awesome and sweet.
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Date: 2009-01-28 01:14 pm (UTC)thanks so much for reading!
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Date: 2009-01-28 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 06:58 am (UTC)Freaking loved this. David in jail is just...hilarious. And especially for that reason....
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Date: 2009-01-28 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-28 07:10 am (UTC)Also, I bet all the cops in Arch's part of town only sing songs from musicals. ALL OF THEM. I want to make friends with whichever one does stuff from Les Mis. AND THE ONE THAT DOES "CATS"
(cuz somehow I missed that bit of awesome the first two readthroughs, but it makes sense because it was hidden amongst all the other awesome and my eyes were overwhelmed)
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Date: 2009-01-28 01:16 pm (UTC)SERIOUSLY.
I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT WORDS ANYMORE.
KIM. FUCK.
YOU = ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2009-01-28 02:31 pm (UTC)I do love the picture, it made me giggle. x)
AND OMG NO, ARCHIE, COOK IS NOT YOUR 'BEST FRIEND', STOP DENYING IT. :x
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Date: 2009-04-17 07:28 am (UTC):O.
*FLAILS*
*pokes* There needs to be more of this too, I've decided.
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Date: 2009-04-18 05:54 am (UTC)and... i have a soft spot for what little of this has been written (because! BFF COOKLETA, HOMG), so. i suspect there will be more, though i do not know when! <3333333333
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Date: 2010-05-10 07:13 am (UTC)I can't wait to see the conversation when Cook picks Archie up. :D