help_haiti lightning round, part 4
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amfiguree[American Idol] [David Archuleta/David Cook] [G]
So I signed up for the lightning round over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
help_haiti. This one's for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quack, who asked for Cookleta based on the movie Fever Pitch. I KIND OF GLOSSED OVER THE BASEBALL A LOT, I AM SORRY. Almost 1100 words.
They meet at a baseball match in November, oh my gosh, so Archie doesn't know how he didn't see this coming, seriously--
Okay, so technically they met in church, after Archie had just shared about the importance of family harmony. Cook teaches religious studies at school (or taught, anyway, for, like, a year before he decided to quit and--but that's a whole other story), and he'd brought a couple of students to "broaden their narrowly defined construct of faith". Archie had overheard him talking about brainwashing by personalizing stuff, and Archie had found himself saying, "Um, we totally don't do that?"
Cook had turned to him, eyebrow raised, and they'd somehow, um, gotten into this huge debate about the Mormon faith (which Archie totally won, ha!) and by the time it was over, two of Cook's students were slumped in a pew, fast asleep.
"So," Cook had said, as he'd herded his students towards the door. "Can I call you?"
"Um?" Archie had replied, surprised into it, and then Cook's mouth had quirked, and Archie's throat had gone dry as he said, faintly, "Okay."
Anyway.
That had been sometime late October, and the next week Archie had gotten a call from Cook, as promised, and that's how he gets talked into his first baseball game.
So, yeah. He's maybe not the quickest guy on the uptake, but seriously, okay. Seriously. Archie doesn't know how he didn't see this coming.
They have four seriously awesome months together, after that. They spend all their free time together, mostly working around Archie's crazy timetable ("I'm not taking the fall for being the reason Berklee's star pupil flunks out, man."). They celebrate Christmas together, and also New Year's (which, um, is when mistletoe and the huge disco ball become some of Archie's favorite things ever), and they visit Archie's family over Spring Break, back in SLC, and everyone loves Cook, which is great, because Archie's pretty sure he's also, um--
But then April rolls around, and suddenly Cook's--different. Not in, like, a bad way or whatever (at least it doesn't start out like that), but he's a little... well. He gets all intense and rowdy and stuff, this dark, wild look in his eyes that makes something twist hard in Archie's gut, makes Archie's palms start to tingle and his throat go dry.
They spend a lot of time at baseball games, and also, um, in the bedroom, after, and it's all new and exciting at first (except for the parts where Archie has to actually, um, watch the game? Or the parts where Cook tries to explain the rules, or attempts to make Archie read up on the Sox, but mostly Archie lets himself get distracted by the way Cook's mouth moves, and everything becomes sort of bearable).
But then it starts interfering with Archie's performance in school, because they keep forgetting to set the alarm, or he keeps getting out of bed late, and when he tries to bring it up, Cook just grins up at him, kisses him and promises, "You'll be fine," and, "I'll help after the game tonight," and, "It'll get better in the Summer, once your classes end."
And Archie wants to believe him, he does, except it just gets worse, and worse, and one day Archie's half an hour late for an exam. They have their worst fight ever, and Archie actually yells, he's so upset.
They don't speak for a week.
Then Cook shows up at his door one night, looking sheepish, and offers to take Archie out for dinner that isn't corndogs and mustard, promises to cut back on his stadium time and make time for other things. "Boyfriend things," he murmurs, later, against Archie's mouth, and Archie is kind of really, really easily persuaded when it comes to all things Cook.
Cook's resolve even holds, for a little while. They compromise, and he misses a couple of games a month, spends time doing things that Archie likes doing: trips to the movies, a couple of live concerts, and, once, a day trip to an art museum.
It fees like -- sometimes Archie looks at Cook and remembers being back in Salt Lake, remembers Cook fitting in with his family, remembers thinking--
But then it's September, and September is a busy month.
The Red Sox win in September (while they're at Carly's birthday party).
So Cook breaks up with him in September.
Also, Archie almost flunks out of Berklee for real in September (in the first two weeks of class, which must be some kind of record?).
Archie starts to understand why no one ever says September is their favorite month.
He spends two weeks moping, and then he hears from Jason (who heard from Carly who heard from Michael who heard from Neal) that Cook's selling his tickets off to Joey. "Wait, what?" Archie says. "Like, tonight's tickets?"
"Like, forever's tickets, man," Jason says, with a shrug. "He was pretty set on it, too, when I--Arch? Where are you--"
That's how Archie ends up where he is, which is streaking across the stadium, oh my heck, in front of, like, a billion people, and he somehow makes it to Cook without falling or breaking anything, and flings his arms around Cook's neck. "Don't sell the tickets, oh my gosh, Cook, are you crazy? You can't just--"
"I don't need them," Cook says, and he looks awful when Archie pulls back to stare, dark rings around his eyes and his mouth stretched thin. "Not if you're not here to watch the games with me."
"Cook--"
"Look, Arch, I messed up, I know I messed up," Cook says, shaking his head. "Can we try this again? It's not just a game, I should never have said that, but -- you're not just a guy. You're--"
"Yes," Archie blurts, and grabs for him, kisses him long and hard. "Yes, Cook, yes, okay, I--"
And that's when Security shows up and drags Archie away. They charge him with, like, public indecency and resisting arrest, and Cook shows up with bail twenty minutes later, laughing like there is anything remotely funny about the whole situation.
Which--seriously, okay. Archie doesn't know how he didn't see this coming.
They do end up keeping the tickets, though. And also their relationship. And also their trips to art museums and the movies.
So. He may not have seen it coming, but Archie thinks it all worked out for the best.
So I signed up for the lightning round over at
help_haiti. This one's for quack, who asked for Cookleta based on the movie Fever Pitch. I KIND OF GLOSSED OVER THE BASEBALL A LOT, I AM SORRY. Almost 1100 words.They meet at a baseball match in November, oh my gosh, so Archie doesn't know how he didn't see this coming, seriously--
Okay, so technically they met in church, after Archie had just shared about the importance of family harmony. Cook teaches religious studies at school (or taught, anyway, for, like, a year before he decided to quit and--but that's a whole other story), and he'd brought a couple of students to "broaden their narrowly defined construct of faith". Archie had overheard him talking about brainwashing by personalizing stuff, and Archie had found himself saying, "Um, we totally don't do that?"
Cook had turned to him, eyebrow raised, and they'd somehow, um, gotten into this huge debate about the Mormon faith (which Archie totally won, ha!) and by the time it was over, two of Cook's students were slumped in a pew, fast asleep.
"So," Cook had said, as he'd herded his students towards the door. "Can I call you?"
"Um?" Archie had replied, surprised into it, and then Cook's mouth had quirked, and Archie's throat had gone dry as he said, faintly, "Okay."
Anyway.
That had been sometime late October, and the next week Archie had gotten a call from Cook, as promised, and that's how he gets talked into his first baseball game.
So, yeah. He's maybe not the quickest guy on the uptake, but seriously, okay. Seriously. Archie doesn't know how he didn't see this coming.
They have four seriously awesome months together, after that. They spend all their free time together, mostly working around Archie's crazy timetable ("I'm not taking the fall for being the reason Berklee's star pupil flunks out, man."). They celebrate Christmas together, and also New Year's (which, um, is when mistletoe and the huge disco ball become some of Archie's favorite things ever), and they visit Archie's family over Spring Break, back in SLC, and everyone loves Cook, which is great, because Archie's pretty sure he's also, um--
But then April rolls around, and suddenly Cook's--different. Not in, like, a bad way or whatever (at least it doesn't start out like that), but he's a little... well. He gets all intense and rowdy and stuff, this dark, wild look in his eyes that makes something twist hard in Archie's gut, makes Archie's palms start to tingle and his throat go dry.
They spend a lot of time at baseball games, and also, um, in the bedroom, after, and it's all new and exciting at first (except for the parts where Archie has to actually, um, watch the game? Or the parts where Cook tries to explain the rules, or attempts to make Archie read up on the Sox, but mostly Archie lets himself get distracted by the way Cook's mouth moves, and everything becomes sort of bearable).
But then it starts interfering with Archie's performance in school, because they keep forgetting to set the alarm, or he keeps getting out of bed late, and when he tries to bring it up, Cook just grins up at him, kisses him and promises, "You'll be fine," and, "I'll help after the game tonight," and, "It'll get better in the Summer, once your classes end."
And Archie wants to believe him, he does, except it just gets worse, and worse, and one day Archie's half an hour late for an exam. They have their worst fight ever, and Archie actually yells, he's so upset.
They don't speak for a week.
Then Cook shows up at his door one night, looking sheepish, and offers to take Archie out for dinner that isn't corndogs and mustard, promises to cut back on his stadium time and make time for other things. "Boyfriend things," he murmurs, later, against Archie's mouth, and Archie is kind of really, really easily persuaded when it comes to all things Cook.
Cook's resolve even holds, for a little while. They compromise, and he misses a couple of games a month, spends time doing things that Archie likes doing: trips to the movies, a couple of live concerts, and, once, a day trip to an art museum.
It fees like -- sometimes Archie looks at Cook and remembers being back in Salt Lake, remembers Cook fitting in with his family, remembers thinking--
But then it's September, and September is a busy month.
The Red Sox win in September (while they're at Carly's birthday party).
So Cook breaks up with him in September.
Also, Archie almost flunks out of Berklee for real in September (in the first two weeks of class, which must be some kind of record?).
Archie starts to understand why no one ever says September is their favorite month.
He spends two weeks moping, and then he hears from Jason (who heard from Carly who heard from Michael who heard from Neal) that Cook's selling his tickets off to Joey. "Wait, what?" Archie says. "Like, tonight's tickets?"
"Like, forever's tickets, man," Jason says, with a shrug. "He was pretty set on it, too, when I--Arch? Where are you--"
That's how Archie ends up where he is, which is streaking across the stadium, oh my heck, in front of, like, a billion people, and he somehow makes it to Cook without falling or breaking anything, and flings his arms around Cook's neck. "Don't sell the tickets, oh my gosh, Cook, are you crazy? You can't just--"
"I don't need them," Cook says, and he looks awful when Archie pulls back to stare, dark rings around his eyes and his mouth stretched thin. "Not if you're not here to watch the games with me."
"Cook--"
"Look, Arch, I messed up, I know I messed up," Cook says, shaking his head. "Can we try this again? It's not just a game, I should never have said that, but -- you're not just a guy. You're--"
"Yes," Archie blurts, and grabs for him, kisses him long and hard. "Yes, Cook, yes, okay, I--"
And that's when Security shows up and drags Archie away. They charge him with, like, public indecency and resisting arrest, and Cook shows up with bail twenty minutes later, laughing like there is anything remotely funny about the whole situation.
Which--seriously, okay. Archie doesn't know how he didn't see this coming.
They do end up keeping the tickets, though. And also their relationship. And also their trips to art museums and the movies.
So. He may not have seen it coming, but Archie thinks it all worked out for the best.
