After a couple more false starts, Cook goes quiet. Oh noes. :O
She starts out worried, but she's smiling a little by the time Cook's finished, that smile she gets when she thinks something's funny but doesn't want to give away the punch line. \o/\o/\o/
It sounds almost embarrassed--or, um, it would, if David didn't know better. He totally knows better. *smishes both of them*
Cook adds, shooting David another fond look, like he's about to lean over and-- "Wow," David says, looking down at his napkin. His skin feels like it's on fire. "It's really warm in here." His mom pauses midway of tugging her coat on a little more snugly, and gives him a strange look AHAHAHAHA. OH ARCHIE I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU.
"Do your parents know?" his dad asks, eventually, and, oh my gosh, David feels like the worst person in the world at how small his dad's voice gets. Aww, poor Jeff. He's such a good dad.
Cook trails off, then, a little uncertainly, mouth quirked in a hesitant smile. "Family comes first," he says, quietly. "I get that." I FLOVE YOUR COOK SFM SFM SFM. OMGOSH.
Claudia - oh, gosh. He loves her, but she's totally going to ask about the - um, (not that she'd expect him to have, like, gone all the way, but um, maybe third base? Or something?) and like the kissing and, and making out and stuff, and how is David supposed to explain that he doesn't know about any of that without telling them that Cook isn't - that Cook is really just a... kind of borrowed boyfriend? AHAHAHA SHE SO WOULD AND AHAHA DAVID WOULD BE ALL UM, EVEN MORE THAN USUAL.
twisting idly at the straw bracelet Jason had given him, like, forever ago, one night he'd been really, really high ("You and me," he said, with that smile that always made David want to smile back, "We're totally forever, man," and then he tied a knot around David's wrist and passed out). JASONNNNNNNNNN. *smishes him too* <3 <3 <3
No scary stuff." David nods, and Cook pauses, thoughtfully. "I mean, unless you're willing to fork out an extra couple hundred bucks." "Cook!" David yelps, and flings a pillow at him, blushing furiously. Cook's laughing too hard to fend off his attack. "Seriously," he says, later, in between his wheezing, as he falls into his own bed. "Jesus, David." They are so adorable I can't even handle it at all.
He presses his cheek into his palm, watching Cook watch him till he falls asleep. Love love love love love.
So basically, this fic is made of love, this chapter is made of love, YOU are made of EPIC LOVE, and this is amazing and spectacular and omgosh you can't make me wait so long for more, please?
*flails a bit more for good measure*
/spaz.
[COMMENT WAS TOO LONG /o\ SO I HAD TO POST IT IN TWO, SORRY.]
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After a couple more false starts, Cook goes quiet.
Oh noes. :O
She starts out worried, but she's smiling a little by the time Cook's finished, that smile she gets when she thinks something's funny but doesn't want to give away the punch line.
\o/\o/\o/
It sounds almost embarrassed--or, um, it would, if David didn't know better.
He totally knows better.
*smishes both of them*
Cook adds, shooting David another fond look, like he's about to lean over and--
"Wow," David says, looking down at his napkin. His skin feels like it's on fire. "It's really warm in here."
His mom pauses midway of tugging her coat on a little more snugly, and gives him a strange look
AHAHAHAHA. OH ARCHIE I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU.
"Do your parents know?" his dad asks, eventually, and, oh my gosh, David feels like the worst person in the world at how small his dad's voice gets.
Aww, poor Jeff. He's such a good dad.
Cook trails off, then, a little uncertainly, mouth quirked in a hesitant smile. "Family comes first," he says, quietly. "I get that."
I FLOVE YOUR COOK SFM SFM SFM. OMGOSH.
Claudia - oh, gosh. He loves her, but she's totally going to ask about the - um, (not that she'd expect him to have, like, gone all the way, but um, maybe third base? Or something?) and like the kissing and, and making out and stuff, and how is David supposed to explain that he doesn't know about any of that without telling them that Cook isn't - that Cook is really just a... kind of borrowed boyfriend?
AHAHAHA SHE SO WOULD AND AHAHA DAVID WOULD BE ALL UM, EVEN MORE THAN USUAL.
twisting idly at the straw bracelet Jason had given him, like, forever ago, one night he'd been really, really high ("You and me," he said, with that smile that always made David want to smile back, "We're totally forever, man," and then he tied a knot around David's wrist and passed out).
JASONNNNNNNNNN. *smishes him too* <3 <3 <3
No scary stuff." David nods, and Cook pauses, thoughtfully. "I mean, unless you're willing to fork out an extra couple hundred bucks."
"Cook!" David yelps, and flings a pillow at him, blushing furiously.
Cook's laughing too hard to fend off his attack.
"Seriously," he says, later, in between his wheezing, as he falls into his own bed. "Jesus, David."
They are so adorable I can't even handle it at all.
He presses his cheek into his palm, watching Cook watch him till he falls asleep.
Love love love love love.
So basically, this fic is made of love, this chapter is made of love, YOU are made of EPIC LOVE, and this is amazing and spectacular and omgosh you can't make me wait so long for more, please?
*flails a bit more for good measure*
/spaz.
[COMMENT WAS TOO LONG /o\ SO I HAD TO POST IT IN TWO, SORRY.]