It has no title. Lmao.
And it's like... not smutty.
But HAI. Here it is!
David Archuleta was confused. It had been three days since the finale and David Cook still hadn't explained what he meant. Archie wasn't completely sure, but he was under the impression that when you told someone you love him, you weren't supposed to just leave it at that. They had even told the press that Cook had said that, and yet they still hadn't even talked about it themselves.
Of course, the "I love you" that Cook had uttered could have been completely platonic and friendly. Thinking about it, that was a possibility. He'd read Cook's bio on the American Idol website. He was always mentioning girls.
Archie's heart sank.
Where did Cook get off, confusing him like this?
Archie contemplated these things as he got ready to go to yet another interview. And just his luck, Cook would be there. They would probably talk about everything but the thing that was really important.
That's always how it went. Something happened to give Archie hope, and then Cook would go on as if nothing happened. What about those Phantom of the Opera songs they sang? Was it a coincidence, or did it mean something? What about the way Cook had looked at him after he finished "Think of Me"? It had been the softest, sweetest look he'd ever seen on Cook's face. They'd stared at each other for a few moments before they were shoed apart.
What about that? How could Cook explain that one? Or maybe he wouldn't explain. He was good at avoiding the situation too.
Well, he'd see. Archie resolved to corner Cook and ask him what it all meant. Even if the older David laughed in his face.
o O o O o O o O o
"This has been our exclusive interview with the winner and runner up for the seventh season of American Idol! Thank you and good night!"
Both Archie and Cook shook their host's hand and walked off the stage to the guest dressing rooms. But instead of going to his own, Archie followed Cook to his. When Cook realized this, he turned around, raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms. "What's up, Archie?"
"What's up?" Archie repeated. How was he supposed to answer that? Suddenly he felt incredibly shy. He felt his face heat up and redden. Great. "I need to talk to you. Please."
Cook looked to his right, and then his left. Archie guessed that was to make sure the coast was clear. Then Cook looked back at him. "Fine, come in."
They walked into Cook's dressing room and closed the door behind them. Cook was silent, so Archie decided that he should begin. He didn't know what to say. He should have prepared a speech. "Um. I don't really know how to say it." He looked up at Cook's face. "When you told me you loved me, was that platonic, or... not platonic?"
Cook shook his head and sat down on the couch, which was conveniently next to him. "Does it matter?"
Archie's face burned up even more. He hated feeling like this. No matter what, he swore he would not cry. "How could it not matter?"
"Well, I don't know." said Cook. "When I said that to you, well, everything was just crazy. I don't know what I meant by it. What did you want it to mean, Archie?"
Archie looked up at him. Now the focus was on him and what he wanted. Cook had managed to turn this back on him. "Well..." he said slowly. "I want whatever you want. Whatever that is."
Cook shook his head. "Too vague. What do you want?"
How could he do this? Archie thought. How could Cook put this all on his shoulders? He didn't know if he could handle it. It was a lot of pressure. Did Cook mean that he was going to have decide the fate of their future relationship (or non relationship)? It wasn't fair. And despite all of this, Cook was smiling.
As if he'd read his mind, Cook explained, "It's kind of funny. This is one of the very few times you haven't had a smile plastered on your face."
"Well, it's you." he replied immediately, just above a whisper. What did he want? Archie had to admit that he felt different about Cook - different than anyone else, even all of his girl friends back home. His female friends were pretty, sure, but they didn't have the effect on him that Cook did. Whenever Cook had put an arm around him, or so much as brushed him, Archie had tensed up. With everyone else he was naturally easygoing. With Cook, he pretended. And Cook could tell. But he had never thought of himself as gay. It was an entirely new concept. Liking guys. There were a couple of gay kids back home who went to his school, but he was nothing like them. He wasn't supposed to be gay. He was supposed to have a successful music career, meet a nice girl, and settle down with her. After he completed his education, of course.
He was supposed to go according to plan.
But... he liked David Cook. A lot. So much he felt the blush move all the way down his body to the tips of his toes.
He knew what he wanted, and it was David Cook.
Heck, he was acting out of character already, all angsty. He might as well go even further.
Archie looked back at David Cook. "Okay. I figured it out. But..." How was he supposed to say it? Finally, an idea came to his head. A cheesy one, but still an idea. "I'm sorry for this, but I just have... trouble with this stuff." He cleared his throat. Got in singing mode. Cook looked confused.
"We... are... two in a million
We've got all... the luck... we could be given
If the world... should stop...
We'll still have each other
And no matter what, we'll be forever as one..."
Cook stood up. "S Club 7? You've got to be kidding me."
"I... sorry." Archie looked down. He was sure he was red as tomato now. Why did David Cook have this effect on him?
But suddenly he felt Cook standing in front of him. Cook reached out and lifted up Archie's chin with his pointer finger. "Archie, when I said that I loved you, I meant this." And before he knew it, Cook's lips were against his. Archie, despite the overwhelming shock, kissed the older David back. It wasn't a long kiss, but it said everything. And Cook was just so nice to him with it. He didn't press against Archie too hard, or even force the kiss, really. He'd started it, but for the rest of it, he had let Archie come to him.
Finally they pulled apart. Archie's face was still burning up. Oddly enough, he felt more and less shy at the same time.
Cook kissed Archie on the forehead, and said, "You singing that song. So cute."
David Archuleta smiled. He was no longer confused.