OH MY GOSH THIS WHOLE THING BROKE MY HEART but the end fixed it, and you EXPERTLY drew all these emotions out of me and alskdjfsldkf LOVE this.
Across the room, David's rifling through his closet. O_O
Cook can see the finger-shaped bruises along the back of David's shoulder, rich plum fading out into mauve at the edges :O *completely confused*
"Stay," he says, fiercely, against David's neck. The word slips out like betrayal. Love that. Although I am still confused lol
Cook bites his shoulder, hard enough to bruise, to leave his brand again, and doesn't have to repeat himself. *feels better about the bruises*
OMG IT’S TEACHER/STUDENT. PROFESSOR/STUDENT. WHATEVER. MY FAVORITE.
Jealous!Cook!!!!!!
He stops short when he sees David curled up on the couch, fast asleep. The TV set is blinking blue, his DVD player sleeping as well, and Cook sees both DVD covers spread open on the coffee table. Awwwwwww, bb.
There is no note in the kitchen, when he finally makes it that far, just a couple of Aspirin and a glass of water. When Cook looks inside the fridge, there's a six-pack he doesn't remember buying, and a glaring lack of milk. alksdjflaksd awwwww.
JEALOUS!ARCHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't do this anymore, his body says, in the slump of its shoulders, the hard edge to the lines of its back. Cook's fingers tighten around his wallet. He thinks about the Castros, about Danny and Alexandrea and Ramiele, about the things David's body says when he's with them. He takes a step back, feet noiseless on the carpet. He leaves his apartment the same way he came in; silent and unnoticed. THIS PART KILLED ME NAT, AND BROKE ME INTO A MILLION PIECES. lksdjfalskfj.
it feels like goodbye D: D: D:
(They run into each other approximately once, in all that time, just outside the lecture hall. "Good morning, professor," David says, quietly, and Cook's jaw tenses as he nods and replies, curtly, "Good morning." He's never felt the immenseness of the school grounds so keenly.) lakdjfldksj CRYING.
Cook pretends he doesn't notice when David stops showing up for class. This line killed me.
Michael!!
(thinks about the time he'd dragged David into his office and pushed him back against the bookshelves) alskdfj hot.
("I know we can't go out," David had said, "I mean, someone could see us or whatever, and then you'd be fired, but, um, so maybe we can bring the sky indoors?"). Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. :')
He'd looked up, then, and David had been watching for it, had thrown a pair of wet boxers in his face before storming off. Okay, fighting=D: but HAHAHAHAHA DAVID. ALSDKFJSLDKF.
Cook lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, grips his cell a little tighter. "Hey," he says, swallows hard. "I - it's really good to hear your voice." Saying my name it sounds so sweeeeeeet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words it makes me weak. And IIIIIIIII never wanna say goodbye. /Hinder But that end <3333333333333
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Across the room, David's rifling through his closet.
O_O
Cook can see the finger-shaped bruises along the back of David's shoulder, rich plum fading out into mauve at the edges
:O *completely confused*
"Stay," he says, fiercely, against David's neck. The word slips out like betrayal.
Love that. Although I am still confused lol
Cook bites his shoulder, hard enough to bruise, to leave his brand again, and doesn't have to repeat himself.
*feels better about the bruises*
OMG IT’S TEACHER/STUDENT. PROFESSOR/STUDENT. WHATEVER. MY FAVORITE.
Jealous!Cook!!!!!!
He stops short when he sees David curled up on the couch, fast asleep. The TV set is blinking blue, his DVD player sleeping as well, and Cook sees both DVD covers spread open on the coffee table.
Awwwwwww, bb.
There is no note in the kitchen, when he finally makes it that far, just a couple of Aspirin and a glass of water.
When Cook looks inside the fridge, there's a six-pack he doesn't remember buying, and a glaring lack of milk.
alksdjflaksd awwwww.
JEALOUS!ARCHIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't do this anymore, his body says, in the slump of its shoulders, the hard edge to the lines of its back.
Cook's fingers tighten around his wallet. He thinks about the Castros, about Danny and Alexandrea and Ramiele, about the things David's body says when he's with them.
He takes a step back, feet noiseless on the carpet.
He leaves his apartment the same way he came in; silent and unnoticed.
THIS PART KILLED ME NAT, AND BROKE ME INTO A MILLION PIECES. lksdjfalskfj.
it feels like goodbye
D: D: D:
(They run into each other approximately once, in all that time, just outside the lecture hall. "Good morning, professor," David says, quietly, and Cook's jaw tenses as he nods and replies, curtly, "Good morning."
He's never felt the immenseness of the school grounds so keenly.)
lakdjfldksj CRYING.
Cook pretends he doesn't notice when David stops showing up for class.
This line killed me.
Michael!!
(thinks about the time he'd dragged David into his office and pushed him back against the bookshelves)
alskdfj hot.
("I know we can't go out," David had said, "I mean, someone could see us or whatever, and then you'd be fired, but, um, so maybe we can bring the sky indoors?").
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. :')
He'd looked up, then, and David had been watching for it, had thrown a pair of wet boxers in his face before storming off.
Okay, fighting=D: but HAHAHAHAHA DAVID. ALSDKFJSLDKF.
Cook lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, grips his cell a little tighter. "Hey," he says, swallows hard. "I - it's really good to hear your voice."
Saying my name it sounds so sweeeeeeet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words it makes me weak. And IIIIIIIII never wanna say goodbye. /Hinder
But that end <3333333333333