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Desire and Revenge	By : AbiDanielle Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 2093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two

David Archuleta was still sitting on the couch when his fiancée found him in the living room the next morning. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was stiff. It was obvious that he had been crying but Emily chose not to say anything about it. She knew that something was going on with her fiancé but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. She had noticed that he seemed to get this way every year around this time and she was starting to wonder if she was doing something wrong. She’d asked him that once but he just told her that she wasn’t doing anything wrong; she was perfect. Of course Emily didn’t really believe that but she wasn’t about to argue with him.

“David, darling, you’ve been crying again,” she said sitting down on the couch next to him and placing a hand on top of his. David merely turned his head to look at her. The twenty-two year old was rather distraught and it was really starting to take its toll on him.

“Emily, do you think you can go stay with your parents for a few days?” he asked in a quiet voice. Emily was astounded by his request and her eyes grew wide. She seemed to think about the suggestion for a moment before sighing lightly and looking back at him, concern written all over her face.

“Don’t you think you need me here?” she asked, her hand still resting on his. David shook his head and moved his hand from beneath hers to take hold of it instead, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked at her with pleading eyes but did not say anything. She sighed again and glanced down once more before meeting his eyes again. “Alright than, I suppose I could go stay for a few days,” she agreed finally.

”Thank you,” David replied. Emily smiled lightly, kissed him on the cheek and got up to leave the room. David turned his eyes toward the window, letting the sun’s light radiate through the blinds and soak into his face, softening the stiffness that sat there. Right now, the twenty-two year old wished he was seventeen again, seventeen and performing on American Idol. Those had been some of the best days of his life although he was happy with his success thanks to the show.

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“David, I don’t know if I can do this, not this time. I’ve never had to work on memorizing so much before,” David said to the older man as he stared down at the lyrics on the piece of paper in front of him.

“Don’t worry Archie, you’ll do great. You always do. You’re perfect! Don’t forget, I’ll be back stage, cheering you on,” Cook replied. David smiled at the older man who glanced around before leaning in and gently pressing his lips to those of the seventeen year-old, boy.

“David, stop it. We’ll get caught!” David cried as he playfully pushed Cook away from him, all the while giving him a shy yet innocent smile.

“So what. Let them catch us. They can’t stand in the way of two people in love. It’s not fair. I don’t care if you’re only seventeen Archie, I love you and one of these days, I’m going to marry you.” David felt himself flushing at those words.

“I love you too Cook,” he spoke in a soft voice, the flush deepening on his face as he turned to stare down at the ground momentarily.

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That had been the first time the two of them had ever said those words to each other. Cook had said them first and that was how David had known they were true. He’d never told him before but he really didn’t like being called Archie. Yeah, it worked because of his last name but it didn’t feel right to him, not in the least. If he ever did, by some miracle, get to see him again, he vowed to tell him to stop calling him that.

“I’m leaving, are you sure you’re going to be alright?” David snapped back to the present and turned to find Emily standing at the door, a suitcase in her hand. He nodded his head to her, though he was certain she probably didn’t believe him but she wasn’t about to argue. He knew that much.

“Yes, I’ll be fine. You go and have a nice time with your parents,” he told her, still nodding his head. Emily sighed and turned to open the door. “Good-bye,” he added. His fiancée looked at him for a moment. She didn’t say good-bye in return, merely offered him a small smile and a curt nod before turning and heading out of the door, shutting it firmly behind her.

David sighed and got up, dropping his cell phone on the couch and walking over to the window. He watched as Emily made her way down to her car, got in, pulled out of the long winding driving way, and drove off down the street. It wouldn’t take her too long to get to her parents house and he wondered if he should have told her to call him when she got there so that he knew she had gotten there okay but he pushed that thought aside.

Speaking of calling, at that precise moment, his cell phone began to ring. David turned from the window and stared at it for a moment. Did he really care to talk to anyone? Not really but it could be something important. Maybe it was Jason, checking up on him. Or it could be Emily, asking him to make sure she didn’t forget something as she often did. Of course, it could also be something involving the current progress of his fourth album. That was always a possibility. He didn’t know what it was but he figured that he had better answer it even if he didn’t want to.

He walked back over to the couch and picked it up, punching the talk button without bothering to look at the number on the screen. “Hello?” he said in a tired and weary voice, not really caring how he sounded to whoever it was on the other end of the line.

“Archie?” spoke a voice and David nearly dropped the phone. He placed a hand on the couch to steady himself, feeling certain he was about to fall over. It couldn’t be, could it? No, there was no way. This was a joke; it had to be. David Cook was gone and he was not coming back, end of story.

“Who is this? What do you think you’re playing at?” David said, starting to get angry now. “Whatever it is, it isn’t funny. So you better either go play or games on someone else or stop it and leave me alone. I’m not afraid to call the cops!”

“Archie, this isn’t a joke, it’s me, it’s Cook,” the voice on the other end of the line said. In that single solitary moment, David knew that it really wasn’t a joke. The voice on the other end of the line belonged to his Cook. He had no doubt in his mind about that. His Cook, was alive.

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“Archie, please don’t act so offended,” David said into his cell phone. When Archuleta had answered the phone, he’d used his name for him and the younger man had thought he was playing a joke on him. But David would never do that to him and he didn’t blame him for acting the way he was. He probably would have done the same thing if it had been him who was in Archuleta’s position.

“Don’t call me that David,” came the voice from the other end of the line finally. It seemed that his Archuleta had finally found a voice to speak to him with. David let out a sigh of relief that he had spoken although the disbelief in his true love’s voice was eminent. Why had he asked him not to call him Archie though? It had never bothered him before.

“Why not? It never bothered you before,” he spoke aloud. He stood where he was, waiting for his love to reply.

“Yes it did, I just never said anything before. Please don’t call me that David. I don’t like it.” David sighed and looked down at the ground. Well, at least he was talking to him that was all that mattered right? Right. All he really wanted was just to hear Archuleta’s voice again. “What the hell happened to you?!” David found himself momentarily stunned as these words left Archuleta’s mouth. He’d forgotten that the man he was speaking to was no longer a seventeen-year-old boy. He was a twenty-two year old adult. He had to stop himself from scolding him.

“I…well…I…” David stuttered. Great, how was he going to tell Archuleta what had happened to him? He’d never stuttered before in his life and now here he was, stuttering over his words, without so much as a clue of what he should say.

“Spit it out David. Where were you? Why didn’t you call me? I thought you were dead! Everyone thought you were dead! I had to perform for you at the season eight finale. Do you know how awkward that was for me? I’ll tell you, it was very, very awkward. I’m not going to forgive as easily as you might think. You disappeared on me so fess up!”

If David was stunned before, it was nothing to what he felt now. Never in his life had he ever anticipated Archuleta acting like that. It just wasn’t Archuleta. He had to keep reminding himself that the boy was no longer a boy now. He was an adult. He had values and reasons. He wondered just how well his Archuleta had done in life.

“Calm down sweetheart, I’ll tell you everything, I promise but it’s not something I should be talking about over the phone. Can you meet me at all?” David was practically rolling on the balls of his feet. He’d found where the girl had stashed his car and he was standing next to it. “I have my car, I can be there in a jiffy if you need me to be,” he added.

There was a long silence in which David was beginning to wonder if Archuleta was just going to ditch him and hang up. He wouldn’t blame him if he did. He probably would feel the same way. But then Archuleta did something David hadn’t been expecting. The younger man burst into tears on the phone.

“David?” Cook asked into the phone in a soft voice. “David, what’s wrong?” he continued. The other man was sobbing wholeheartedly into the phone on the other end of the line and David didn’t know why. He couldn’t bring himself to understand the pain that was going through the younger man.

“What’s happening David?” the younger man’s voice said over the other end of the line. His voice was drenched with the tears of sadness or at least the sound of his sobbing. David didn’t know how to react to that and he wasn’t sure exactly what was going on or what Archuleta meant.

“What do you mean David?” he asked quietly. He was trying to be gentle with the younger David but he was confused and he had a feeling that Archuleta could tell that in the tone of his voice.

“I mean, what is going on? First, you disappear without a trace and then four years later you call me out of the blue?! If you were alive, why did you wait so long to call me? It doesn’t make sense David. I just don’t understand any of this, I really don’t.” David could practically hear the other David shaking his head on the other end of the line. He didn’t blame him for acting the way he was. He probably would have responded the same way if the tables had been turned. However, if that had been the case, he probably would have gone looking for his Archuleta. He wondered why David had never come looking for him. He wasn’t mad at him for it. The guy was only eighteen at the time of his disappearance and he was probably so traumatized by it, he couldn’t think straight.

“Look, I promise I will explain everything. It’s just better if we do it in person. Besides, I want to see you, don’t you want to see me?”

Again, there was a long silence on the other end of the line and David found that this time he was holding his breath. He didn’t know what to expect from the other man. After all, they hadn’t seen each other in like four years. That was enough time for Archuleta to make some dramatic change. He had no idea what the younger man’s life was like now and he wasn’t about to say that he would expect him to agree either. For all he knew, Archuleta did not want anything to do with him anymore. Perhaps he was happy and had moved on in life. However, the tone he took when speaking to him wouldn’t suggest that at all. He didn’t think that Archuleta was really happy. He could tell by his reaction to the surprise phone call. And so he stood there by his car, holding his breath and waiting for Archuleta to say something.

“Alright, let’s meet,” he heard the other man say in a quiet voice finally. “Meet at Peet’s Coffee in about half an hour. You know where it is, don’t you?”

“Is it the same one you and I used to go to all the time?” David asked in a similarly quiet voice.

“Yes, that’s the one. Do you remember where it is?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Good, I’ll meet you there in half an hour and David?”

“Yes Archuleta?”

“Don’t be late.” There was a click as Archuleta hung up the phone and David stared at it for several moments. He’d told him not to be late. When had David ever been late? He didn’t think he ever had. It just wasn’t something that he was prone to do. Smiling, he shook his head and pocketed the phone before climbing into the car that had been given him five years ago at the American Idol finale when he had won. Now that he had escaped, he was finally going to get his chance to pursue his life as a singer. Once he revealed to the world that he was not dead, that was. He had no idea how the rest of the world was going to take this. It was going to be big news, that much he was sure of but still, he didn’t know what to expect from the whole thing. Sighing, he started up the car and drove off, determined to make it to Peet’s Coffee before Archuleta did.

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David was still overwhelmed from the sudden surprise phone call he had just received not an hour before. He’d sat staring at his cell phone for several minutes before he’d realized that he’d only given himself a half hour to get ready and get over to Peet’s Coffee. He was glad that Emily was gone for a few days. He didn’t want his fiancée asking him questions. He’d rushed through getting ready, taking a quick shower and dressing in a casual but nice outfit. He still dressed in much the same way he did back on Idol. It was just who he was and the fans loved it.

Now he could be found pulling his car, the very same car that he’d been given at the American Idol Finale five years ago, into the parking lot in front of the very same Peet’s Coffee that he and Cook had gone to so many times when they had been together. He could feel his nerves starting to rise. Was this some kind of joke? No, it couldn’t be. That had definitely been Cook’s voice on the other end of the line, he was sure of it. Thinking about that reminded him again of the days back on Idol, one night in particular. It was the night that Jason had entered the room to find the two David’s in a very compromising position.

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“David…” David whispered between the soft kisses being exchanged between himself and the older man. Cook had the seventeen year old pressed up against the wall of David’s room in the apartment the two Idols shared with Jason Castro, the only other remaining male in the competition. They had just returned from the result show where they had said good-bye to Kristy Lee Cook. The two David’s were sure that they were alone in David Archuleta’s room, having already said goodnight to Jason.

“Hey, David do you have…” said a sudden voice and David eyes widened in horror as he saw Jason standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped open so low, it was sure to touch the floor soon. Cook turned his head to look at Jason. His hands were placed on the wall on either side of David. “Um…” Jason managed to say. “Sorry…I’ll just come back later,” he stated quickly before shutting the door again. Cook turned back to David who looked rather horrified.

“Well, there goes our cover,” Cook said to David. He went to kiss him again but David pushed him away. “What’s the matter?”

“David, this is a big deal!” David replied. Cook sighed heavily and looked down at the floor. David was afraid that he would get angry and storm off. But Cook didn’t do that. A moment later, he looked back up at David and gave him a soft smile.

“Jason won’t tell anyone. We have nothing to worry about. I trust him, fully,” Cook encouraged him. David thought about it for a moment and decided that he was right. Jason was not the kind of guy to spill secrets to other people. He was charming and caring. Besides, it was a known fact in the entire top twelve that he had a thing for Ramiele. David didn’t think he would showcase the intimacy between him and Cook when he knew what it was like to try and hide something though Jason was also hiding it from the one person that mattered.

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David couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought back to the memory and pulled into a parking spot. He remembered how Jason had been too scared to tell Ramiele about his feelings. Cook had been right. Jason hadn’t told anyone what he had caught going on between the two men with the same name. Okay, technically at that time, David had been a boy. He was still a minor then.

It always made him smile when he thought of Jason now. He’d been devastated when Ramiele had been the fourth to get voted off the show but had managed to pull through the rest of the shows until his departure at the top four week. After that, Jason had decided that he didn’t really have much to lose. He’d kept in close contact with Ramiele throughout and had finally worked up the courage to ask her out just before the final result show, the show that would crown his Cook as the winner and him the runner-up. Now look at the two of them. They were married with a kid on the way. David knew Cook would be happy to hear that. The last Cook had known of the two of them, they were still just dating but they had been a strong couple. A marriage was not hard to see in their future at that time.

Smiling, David killed the engine and got out of the car. It was only when he did that he noticed the car parked in the spot to the right of him and his heart skipped a beat. It was his car, Cook’s. There was no mistaking that. It was practically the same car David himself drove. They had both received one, courtesy of Ford at the Idol Finale. Cook still had it and David was surprised that after all this time, the car was still in good shape, even with Cook’s mysterious disappearance.

After standing there staring at the other car for several moments, David shook his head off and turned to head into the coffee shop. He glanced around, not really knowing if he was looking for the familiar short hair and goatee face, or someone who looked much different than he remembered.

“Hello David,” he heard a voice speak from behind him and David spun around. There, he was, his Cook and he looked exactly as David remembered him, even if he hadn’t seen him in four years. It was a moment a triumph, a moment of joy. Tears leaked from the twenty-two year olds eyes as he stared at the man he had loved for so long.

“Cook,” he said in a quiet voice and without another word, David threw his arms around the older man and hugged him tightly. He wanted to kiss him, just give himself to him completely but he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t do that to Emily. The thought of his fiancée made him pull back and he stared at the ground for a moment. Emily. What was he going to tell her? Now that he had Cook back, he knew there was no way he could go through with the marriage between himself and Emily. He loved her, he really did but he had never really honestly loved her enough to be happy with her for the rest of his life. He couldn’t give his heart to anyone else that way. It belonged to Cook and that was all that mattered to him.

“David, what’s the matter?” Cook asked, putting a hand on David’s shoulder and giving him a look of concern that David remembered all too well. He took hold of the hand on his shoulder without a word and walked to a table, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling Cook down into the one next to him. “David?” Cook questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Before you tell me what happened to you,” David began. “I have to tell you what’s going on currently in my life and everyone else’s.” Cook said nothing but nodded his head and folded his arms across the table. “You see, after you disappeared and there was no trace of what happened to you, many people gave you up as a lost cause. Though I would never get over it, I tried to move on. I met a girl, named Emily, she’s very sweet and caring and I thought if I couldn’t be with you, than at least Emily could make me happy. I’m engaged to her Cook, she’s my fiancée now.”

“Your fiancée?” Cook asked in a stunned voice. David nodded his head. Cook wasn’t angry with him, he was just surprised, that much was obvious to David. “Go on.”

“Well, the truth is, I can’t bear to be without you. Emily doesn’t make me happy. I mean she does, but not in the way you do. I’ve been miserable without you. My heart has been aching non-stop. I have dreams about the night that you won Idol. I had one last night. I haven’t slept very well since you disappeared Cook.”

Cook put a hand on top of David’s and took hold of it. David turned to look at him and their eyes met for the first time in four years. For what seemed like an eternity, the two of them just sat there staring into each other’s eyes until finally, David forced himself to look away.

“Are you going to leave her?” Cook asked suddenly, drawing David’s eyes back to him.

“What?” David asked in a surprised voice.

“Are you going to leave her?” Cook repeated. David turned away again and stared down at the table.

“I don’t know. That’s just the thing Cook, I don’t know what to do now. I don’t want to hurt Emily. She’s been the best and very supportive but I can’t keep leading her on. I don’t know how to end it without hurting her.” He turned to meet Cook’s eyes once more and Cook looked away, staring ahead as though lost in thought for the moment.

“We’ll figure out something,” he said quietly. “So,” he went on. “How is Jason, or have you lost contact with him?” David smiled and turned to look back at him.

“Jason’s just fine,” he said, happy to have something to talk about other than his relationship with Emily. “He and Ramiele ended up getting married and now they’re expecting their first child. She’s almost due.” He smiled again as Cook raised an eyebrow nodding his head.

“Well, that’s to be expected. Tell them congratulations from me when you get the chance,” he said. David smiled and laughed and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Ow, hey!”

“You can tell them yourself when the whole world knows you’re okay,” he said. Cook smiled back at him. “So, that’s enough on that for now. There’s one more thing I can tell you but I’m not so sure you want to hear about that,” he added waving his hand back and forth in front of his face as though to tell Cook that he didn’t want to go there. Cook, however, cocked his head in curiosity. A smirk crossed his face.

“Spill it Archuleta,” he said in a devilish tone of voice. David smirked at him and shrugged.

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. Idol is still going on as you may or may not know. I can’t believe how strong it is. It still has the same judges and the same host but ever since the big news scoop about two years ago, it’s kind of strange and unnerving to watch it nowadays though it’s still as strong as ever.” He glanced at Cook to make sure he was listening. Cook nodded his head and waved a hand, insisting for David to go on, so he did. “Well, two years ago, it came out in the open that there was something going on between Simon and Ryan.” David watched as Cook’s eyes widened beyond the possible limit.

“Simon and Ryan? Are you serious?!” David nodded his head placing a hand on the table and giving Cook a knowing look. “No, that has to be a joke.” David shook his head. “Wow, that must be why the two of them are always bickering or something like that,” he stated. David just nodded again.

“Okay, I told you everything, I wanted to tell you, now you have to tell me what happened to you,” David said quietly. Cook sighed and looked down at the table in front of him.

“Okay, but it’s not going to be very pretty,” he said shaking his head. David nodded in understanding and he took a deep breath. “It started four years ago, approximately one week before the season eight finale…”
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