Note: This is purely fictional, I don't own the characters (though I hope I can David).

PART 1

Ashleigh is a 24 year old girl who has never had a boyfriend all her life, is working in a call center and her only past time really is tuning in religiously to Season 7 of American Idol. Life got an unexpected turn when she was immediately sent to the US for a 6 month work exchange tour of their company's US counterpart. Here is her story.

I started watching American Idol in full during Season 5. I did catch Season 4’s finale where Carrie Underwood won over Bo Bice and have decided to follow it since then. I believe the first season showed here in the Philippines was Season 3, but I’m not really sure. Anyways, Season 5 was a blast and I ended up having three favorites from it – winner Taylor Hicks and runners up Katharine McPhee and Elliott Yamin. I actually have all three’s CD’s all shipped in from the US well before they were sold here in the Philippines.

Upbeat from Season 5, I looked forward to season 6 with great anticipation, hoping that the talent from the previous one would be better, if not as good. But then, as the audition process wore on, there wasn’t anyone popping up for me. Sure, Lakisha, Melinda and Jordin were awesome, but I didn’t feel the connection and with Sanjaya Malakar and Haley Scarnato edging out Jason “Sundance” Head to join the top 12, I concluded right then and there that this particular season wasn’t gonna tick. And it didn’t really. Even the Summer Tour was somewhat ignored what with low ticket sales in some areas. Jordin won over beatboxing Blake in a poorly mismatched finale that had Blake trying so desperately to sing “This is My Now”.

After that, I thought I could just stop following the show and move on. Anyway, I didn’t think my work schedule would let me as well, but by some cosmic twist, my new days off from work coincided right smack with the show’s telecast on a cable channel. I decided to give the show another shot. The usual shtick with the auditions went, but there were some real talents that I noticed. There was little David Archuleta and my very own kababayan Ramiele Malubay. I even thought Kyle Ensley was surprisingly good. Anyway, you guys are probably wondering how is this even gonna relate to David, right? Just keep readin’ and you’ll see.

Now on to the top 24. The stakes have just gone higher somewhat and the semi-finalists are pushing up a notch their performances each week. I do remember being disappointed a bit about my home girl Ramiele because I thought she slid down after the first week. I thought all else were really stepping it up, even then sleepers Brooke White and Jason Castro improved significantly and both were now looking to crack the top 12. I was cruising along watching as each week two were eliminated until they got to the final 12. Now this is gonna be interesting, I thought, ‘cause Ryan keeps pimping that it is their best top 12 ever. Damn it, I had to keep watching.[/font]



Part 2

I didn’t even notice him until the top 12 performances from the Lennon-McCartney songbook. Granted, I love the Beatles, but I wasn’t too familiar with the song Eleanor Rigby. I’ve heard it a few times, but it really didn’t stick with me say, like, You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away (the ‘hey!’ at the chorus stuck with me.) And David Cook was performing it, taking his own spin on it. This should be interesting.

The lights went on. There he was, clad in a collar up black jacket over a gray shirt and a, eherm, a well fitted pair of black jeans, every inch the rockstar. He sang, and honestly, I forgot where I was for a moment there and stared at him, listened to THAT voice, and only remembering how mesmerized I was with him and his total package. He got into the chorus and raised both his arms sidewards, the lights focusing on him, the crowd screaming, and I just realized, Archuleta should look out for this guy. He’s on the way to awesomeness.

It was there when I started with my obsession with Cookielips himself, and I just couldn’t stop. I thought that it was gonna be a temporary thing, ‘cause that’s how I was with AI contestants, if they’re riding the wave of great performances, I was with him/her, but when he/she stumbles, I’m as quickly gone.

But it was top 9 results night that totally changed my whole outlook on David Cook. It was the night when the Pinay Powerhouse, Ramiele Malubay was eliminated. I was so disappointed when she was voted out, but at the same time, I knew that it was coming since she wasn’t able to pick up her song choices since the first week of top 24.

I liked David’s whole rockstar aura, tough guy, always confident, unruffled. But man, when Ramiele was eliminated, I didn’t realize how close they were until I saw his reaction. I’m not even sure of it, but I thought I saw some tears there from HIM. The hard façade gone, he was just simply a guy who was sad at the loss of a friend in the show. It broke my heart to see how sad he was. I thought that was it, but when I watched Rami’s segment on Idol Extra and the remaining Idols’ message to him, he was the last one to give out a message to her. Who knew this guy had such a soft side to him? It was then that I fell in love. And hard. Like there’s no other guy in the world that I can fall in love with. Only him.

Days after watching that clip went by in a blur. I suddenly found myself smiling alone. Thoughts of him filled my everyday, it’s crazy. I was thinking more about him than myself, how silly is that? And most of all, how silly am I for falling for someone who lives continents away, is a total stranger and has zero to none chance of meeting me? I was a goner.

I’m working in a call center as a customer service representative in one of the most progressive process in the company. There’s buzz that some top performing representatives were to be sent to the main branch in the States for a 6 month exchange program and that those representatives will be sent to the US in as little as three weeks notice. I was naturally excited of course, being the number two inbound representative site wide. The announcement was made on a Wednesday, and surely enough, I was chosen as one of the ten reps who were to go. We were leaving in three weeks! All our papers were already arranged even before the announcement so all that was really left to do was to pack and get ready.

Three weeks after, “I still can’t believe that you’re going girl! This is like your dream for the longest time right, and now it’s here!” exclaimed my best friend Lindsey who, together with her three year old tyke, was helping me pack.

“I know right? It’s so anti-climactic though, everything went by in a blur, the interview with the Senior management, the send off party, and now in a couple of days, I’m leaving!”

“Well, I do hope you enjoy your stay there, and me and your little godson here will miss you so much.”

“Oh honey, thank you, I’m gonna miss you all too. Well, here’s to hoping I meet David Cook there! Hahahah!”

“Stop it with your illusions, you’re going to Virginia, and American Idol is in California! It’s like a world away!” Lindsey smacked her with a pillow.

“Who knows? But yeah, you’re right,” still stuffing clothes to my baggage, “even if I’m there already, there’s no chance in hell I’ll see him. It’ll be work, work, work for me.”

Never have I expected that there will be a chance for us to meet. It just wasn’t possible. Little did I know that a big surprise was about to happen to me.

So...what do you guys think? I hope you keep reading and post comments as well.

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That's too cool! I love how this is such a different perspective.
Love it!

I think we're all sitting here, waiting for part three...

I really like it. It's very journal-type writing

*waits patiently for next part*

Thanks! I was getting close to pulling this out. I've been trying to write for the longest time and now that I've finally had the inspiration, I think this might be the first ever story that I'm gonna finish.

Part 3 will be up in a few hours.

I 1000% agree with you.

* stares at screen waiting for part III*

Here's Part 3 everyone....From this point on, the titles are going to change to the narrator's perspective, since the characters are the ones telling the story. Hope you like it!

David’s Getting It Together

I am David Cook, winner of Season 7 of American Idol. If you’re living in a rock, you probably haven’t heard of me, but not out of cockiness, that’s remotely impossible; if you don’t have internet or even a cellphone, then you shouldn’t be reading this.

It’s over a month now since the show ended and now we’re embarking on a cross-country tour with the rest of the top 10. It’s kind of tradition after every season and it’s very exciting for me, since we get to perform in front of our fans with no pressure and with no elimination to think about.

Now we’re on a tour stop in Quiltland, Virginia. From what I’ve heard, this was just a few minutes from Chris Richardson’s hometown, Chesapeake. He was a finalist from season 6, and true enough, I’ve seen him come out and watch last night’s show.

Last night’s show was nothing short of amazing. Honestly, I’m still not accustomed to hearing loud screams from fans for ME. I’m like, really now, I can’t be that famous yet. But people seemed to like what I did on the show and that’s what keeping me pumped up every single night. However, going on tour, being in a tour bus and a tight schedule made it a bit impossible for me to enjoy the time off from the show, and man, I haven’t had a beer in months!

So last night, I took the liberty, together with my best bud, Michael Johns to sneak out after the show to unwind. Mikey and I had to wear several disguises to hide from our tour manager, Patrick. This was gonna be a night to let loose, I decided and we found a nice little bar just a few blocks from our hotel. We had to keep our disguises so that people wouldn’t notice.

“Oh man! I haven’t had a drink since, wow, I can’t even remember!” I exclaimed as I downed another full mug of beer, already losing count of how many I’ve had.

“I’ll drink to that mate. The last time I got pissed drunk was well, when I got eliminated. That Seacrest man really got me confused. It was a total bummer.” I had to stifle a laugh, Michael was already slurring. “You fine dude? You look like you got one too many already.” I think I was also slurring and then Michael bellowed, “Well, you can’t have too many of everything mate, bottoms up!”

We went back to the hotel at around 5 a.m., wasted as hell. We had to stumble through Brooke’s, Carly’s and Kristy’s rooms before we got to our own. The girls gave us nasty looks, it was hilarious. Once we got to our own room, we absently plopped on to our beds and were asleep almost immediately.

About three hours later, someone was incessantly banging on our hotel door. I tugged on Michael, “Dude, get the door..”. I pulled his blankets from under him, but he just fell on the floor with a loud thud. He was still snoring. I tried to cover myself with Mike’s sheets, but the annoying rapping on the door did not stop. After failing miserably to sleep again, I had no choice but to get up and open the door. I splashed water on my face, shook up my hair and opened it. It wasn’t room service knocking as I secretly hoped it to be. It was Patrick.

“Where in the hell were you last night?! I thought I made it very clear when I huddled you post show last night that no one, as in nobody was allowed to go out!” The man was practically spewing fire on my face and so I had to look down. My head was starting to ache.

I tried to look up, “Look, man, I’m sorry about last night. I know Michael and I weren’t supposed to go, but…”

“Oh fantastic, you took your pawn with you! Bravo, David, now what should I tell his mom that called last night, huh?”

“Well, I’ll just go talk to him, but please don’t bring him into this, I was the one who forced him to go with me. Spare him the punishment, Pat. Please.” Damn, I feel like air was swirling inside my head. I needed to end the conversation right away. But Patrick spoke again, this time much calmer.

“Fine. But we will talk later. This has got to stop David, the sneaking around, the late nights. I don’t care if all the newspapers and rags will show up at my door asking me why you were kicked off the tour because I will not hesitate to tell them why. It’s your call.” Patrick started walking away.

“Right. Thanks, I’ll see you later.” I said, relieved he was gone.

I closed the door and looked at my room. It was a ghastly sight. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, draped on the chairs, water bottles piled near the bathroom door, the TV left on, and a heavily snoring Michael Johns drowning out the morning news lay out on the floor. I put a hand to my head and wondered how I got so successful, yet feeling like a failure.

“Ohh…I gotta get outta here,” I groaned. I changed into the first clean clothes I found on my baggage, not caring for the color combination. It was a brown shirt and moss green jogging pants. I looked like a tree, but I didn’t care. I went out for a jog. “I need a fresh start, now.” I said out loud to the disaster of a room. Michael looked up, but he was back to snoring again.

Once outside, I marveled at how nice the town looked during the day. Elderly people were sitting in a nearby coffee shop reading the day’s newspaper. Kids roughhousing in the playground and a couple families were already setting up for a nice Sunday picnic under those big beautiful trees. I just stood there.

Ashleigh, Surprise!

“Hey Lellie! I’m gonna head out for a drive! I’ll be back for lunch, maybe, but I’ll give you a call still, okay? Bye!” I hollered at my roommate, never answering back. It was a lovely Sunday morning after all, and it’s not that often that I get weekends off so I decided to make the most of it and enjoy Quiltland, Virginia by myself.

Manila was nowhere near Quiltland, I thought. Streets were litter-less, everyone parked their cars at the right place and people you pass by the street will smile at you everywhere you go. I was beginning to love the place.

I was just taking in all the surroundings when I saw a scraggly guy standing in front of the road. I immediately hit the breaks, missing the guy by mere inches. “What in the world?!” I immediately screamed at the guy. Some people turned their heads, but seeing the guy unhurt, they continued on as if nothing happened. All good mood seemed to be evaporating, all because of this hideous looking….person.

He was wearing a poorly mismatched tracksuit and a blue baseball cap with the initials KJ on it. “Probably because he’s a kill joy”, I muttered bitterly. Guy looked up, but before I can see his face, I jumped out of the car to check if he was hurt.

“What are you doing in the middle of the street standing like a statue?! Do you wanna get yourself killed?” I said, stifling the need to scream. I can feel my cheeks burning, now utterly pissed for the guy who just ruined my day.

He then turned to look at me and that was the last thing I remembered.

I almost ran over David Roland Cook.

Oh. My. God.
LOVE IT! This is really awesome!

I like it! Moreeeee!!!?!!!

Thank you for the kind comments! I already have the next parts written, just a little fine tuning and it will be up by either Wednesday or Thursday.

Teaser: Ashleigh is so....relatable. Haha...she's such a dork.

Okay, okay, I can't wait until tomorrow to post this so here's the continuation.

Ashleigh Makes an Impression on David

Talk about first impressions. This is not the way I would've wanted to meet a girl. And a pretty one at that. What baffled me is why she fainted upon seeing me. Was she that mad I was standing in the middle of the road. I find that odd, since I was just there a couple minutes. Anyways, I caught her before she fell to the ground.

"Oh no," I muttered. People were now darting me curious looks. I needed to get out of there with this girl. "Miss, miss? Wake up?" I said helplessl as I took her to car's backseat, and she still wasn't moving.

As soon as I was driving away, I heard her. "Ohh, mmmm.." Was that a groan? I checked back on her again. Yeah, she was stirring and was about to wake up.

She finally opened her eyes. "Hey", I started. "Are you okay? I didn't know what to do when you fainted so I just decided to put you back there and drive off." The girl looked like she might faint again when she again realized who I was.

"Oh my god, you're...you're", she stammered. "You're David Cook." she managed to croak out.

"Yep, that's me," unfortunately. God, I hope she's not a crazy fan or anything. So much for introductions and the whole nine yards.

"And you're driving my car..oh my god. Well, this isn't actually just MY car, I share this with my roommate. Oh my god.." She trailed off and massaged her temples. She was already trying to sit up straight, but she still appeared shaken by the fact that I was driving her car.

"Yeah, I'm driving it alright. Where do you live? Let me take you home so you can rest." I chuckled and for the first time since our encounter, I realized she had the exact same eye color as mine. I was suddenly intrigued by this girl.

A Flabbergasted Dork

I still cannot believe the events that had transpired for the last 30 minutes. One minute I was loving the sights of Quiltland, the next I'm in my car, apparently having fainted at seeing David Cook, and now he's driving my car. The REAL David Cook, as well had offered to take me home. Just surreal.

He was more gorgeous than I ever imagined, notwithstanding the poor choice of clothes of course. But despite that, he still looked, I don't know, amazing still. And those eyes, who knew they were exactly mine? I've long been a fan, but only this now.

I sat up straight, trying to regain my composure. "Umm, hey David?"

"Yeah?" He looked back at me then back at the road. God, that neck, gorgeous.

"I'm sorry for wigging out earlier. It's just I never expected this, you know? Meeting you and everything. It's actually at the top of my list for the most impossible things to happen in my life. And for another lifetime. And another." The last two words came barely as a whisper.

"Really? Why's that? It just happened didn't it? You know what they say, never rule out anything. Anything's possible." He reached for the car stereo and turned on the CD player. His voice immediately filled the car. "Oh hey, umm, that's uh, me."

Oh great, he must think I'm a crazy fan now. I feel my cheeks blush again. "Yeah, I actually have all your songs from Axium to the Midwest Kings, to all you've done on the show. It's an essential for a fan, you know? Not to mention they're all awesome." God, was I talking like a high school girl?

I waited for his response, but as I looked in the front mirror, he was blushing like hell. Oh my god, I made him blush.

I am a crazy fan.

awesome s tory and aww she made David blush! hehe ya i'm hyper so i probably make no sense but update!

L...O...L!
That's what would happen if he did that to any of us. lol.
"Uh..Yeah..That's you..." HAH!

Loved it, btw

Thank you for the kind comments. I'd flip out if I made him blush. He's just adorable!

Okay kids, here's another update. Hope you like it.

The Idol and the Fan

I’d like to believe she’s a crazy fan, but something in my gut tells me otherwise. And dammit, she made me blush. It’s been a long since someone made me do that. In fact, I don’t remember the last time that I did actually.

I tried to shift the conversation to something else. “So we’ve been driving around almost an hour now. Where do you live anyways?”

“I live just a few blocks from where I almost ran you over.” She smiled. Wow. That smile is just…WOW. “So if we’re to head to my apartment, we should’ve turned back.”

Oh..okay, well, I have a lot of time on me right now, so tell me where you wanna go.” It felt like I had to know this girl better, I’m beginning to like her already.

“Umm…are you sure? Don’t you have like a photoshoot or something, you know, being a rockstar and all that…”

Cute. Naïve. I like that. “Actually, I find all those stuff boring. I’d rather be playing my guitar or writing something really.” I chuckled. “And besides, we’re on the Idols Summer Tour right now and we’re given the day off, so it’s your lucky day.”

“Oh, okay,” she moved to the front seat and I caught a breath of her perfume. Something fruity that made my head spin for a bit. “Alright,” plopping herself on the front seat, “drive on to the freeway, there’s a spot there that I go to whenever I need some time off. It’s got a killer view, I promise.”

Half an hour more later, I was staring at the clearest blue lake I’ve ever seen. We actually entered into a diversion road that is seldom passed by motorists. It was so relaxing and quiet.

“Wow. That is so beautiful.” I exhaled and relaxed onto the hood of the car. The girl sat beside me. I can hear my voice in the background, it was “Hello” from top 16 week.

“So we’ve been with each other for like, an hour or so now and yet I still haven’t got a name.” I turned to her and she was staring at me.

“What? You got a name?” I smirked.

“You know you’re really cute when you do that,” she flashed me again that smile that lights up a bazillion lights then extended her right hand to me. “I’m Ashleigh, Ashleigh Manzanares.”

I took her hand and sat up straight. “Well, it’s about time. Finally nice meeting you, Ms. Ashleigh.” I can feel her hand shaking and tried to calm her by enveloping my big hands into her small, soft one and held it a bit longer than usual. She broke the handshake and looked back at the lake again.

“You too.” She was still staring at the lake. “You know,” she turned back to me. “I still cannot believe I am here with you.” She exhaled.

“You keep saying that. I feel like the most unreachable person in the world.”

“I know. But that’s the truth. Do you know that I’m from the Philippines? The closest I ever got to an Idol contestant was about 300 feet away when Taylor Hicks and Elliott Yamin visited the country December last year.” She exhaled again, this time a bit sharper.

“So you’re saying that meeting me in this lifetime or on the next is an absolute impossibility?” This was getting me exasperated.

“Yeah. Pretty much. But you’re here, so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right?” She forced a weak smile and I can tell by the tone of her voice she was disappointed.

“Hey…you know? It’s fine. Nobody said that we’re not gonna meet again so don’t rule that out. Like I said, anything’s possible.” I put my arm around her shoulder and she edged back.

“Really? Are you seriously saying that tomorrow, when you hit the road, you’re gonna remember me? My name, this place, our conversation?” Her voice was quavering and her nose crinkled a bit, which I found really, really cute.

Oh goodness, woman, get over it already. “It’s kinda sad you think of me that way. Not all rockstars are jerks you know…”

“Well, it’s just that…” She looked down. “I’m sorry if I’ve thought of you that way. Obviously I don’t know you well enough to judge you.”

“I totally understand how you feel. But remember this – we’re no different at all. I’m just a musician at the end of the day; simple and normal just like you.”

She looked back at me again and smiled. God, I could just die right there and go to heaven with that smile.

“And to prove to you that I’m not a snob, I’d like to have your number. This simple and normal guy would love to call and talk to you again.”

aww i love this chapter!

Hey Doll! Thanks for reading...

I am just enjoying myself writing this right now. Another update follows.

The Fan Gets to Know the Idol

And the hits keep on coming. Now he’s asking me for my number so he can call me? If this is a dream, I just wanna sleep and stay in this moment for as long as possible.

“Wow, David Cook, you definitely are full of surprises. This ordinary girl is very…pleased?” I laughed and pulled my phone out. “Let me just find it, it’s a new number and I haven’t memorized it.”

“Great! Hey you know what? I’m feeling a little bit hungry. Got anything to munch on there?”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I bought a couple of sandwiches and some fruits at the deli, lemme just grab ‘em.”

And we just sat there the whole day (almost) talking. We talked about anything and almost everything under the sun – how he likes his breakfast served on his Cookie Monster plate he’s had since he was 6, why fell facedown on his first ever school play to the more serious topic of how he’s handling fame because of American Idol.

I was laughing my head off at some fan story he just told me about when his phone rang. He mumbled something about his tour manager and took the call. He came back a couple minutes after, looking a bit upset.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Please don’t tell me your Cookie Monster plate has been smashed to pieces by little David…” I smiled.
“Nothing. We just, um, need to go,” he said as he scooped up the mess we did. “Patrick said we needed to talk right away. Let me drive you home, I’ll just take a cab to the hotel.”

I was surprised by his curtness that I almost felt like he was an entirely different person from the funny, goofy guy I spent the day with. The ride back was painfully getting long and silent, I had to start talking.

“Okay, this is crazy. It’s as if we didn’t just spend the day talking about, well, everything. Now we suddenly leave and we’re like strangers again, back at square one. Can you just at least try to tell me what’s going on?” Okay, now that might be a bit too much, but it felt like I’ve known him my whole life and that I can ask him like that.

He suddenly pulled over the side of the road, garnering him a few nasty looks from other motorists. He looked at me. “It’s just frustrating, you know, how I meet you and get to know you and just when I finally realize you’re great, amazing even, Patrick screws it up by telling me paparazzi already has pictures of us and will be appearing in the evening news.” He exhaled sharply and looked back at the road and then back at me with a helpless look on his face.

“I…uh, um, well, I don’t know what to say…I…oh god, I’m gonna be in the evening news? Oh no, no, no…I am so sorry about all this, god, I don’t know what else to tell you…” Except I don’t have anything else to say, but just to scream out loud due to the fact he just told me face flat that I’m amazing. I had to reassure myself I heard what he said right, “Did you just tell me you think I’m amazing?”

This has got to be the greatest day of my life.

Oh good Lord please update!!
These fan fics are seriously not healthy for me.. but I've never been much of a health freak.

I mean, seriously, who does want a David Cook-free healthy life?

Yipee! Another update...

David Falls For the Fan

She was beginning to smile. I knew it, she doesn’t believe me. God, how can I be so stupid? I drive away with a total stranger in the morning then I end up really liking her in the afternoon. How long was it? Just a few hours? Then I’ve gotten her into this paparazzi mess. Can someone just smack me in the head right now? And yet, I turned to her, she was smiling and had just asked me if I did admit to her that I think she’s amazing.

I finally opened my moment to speak. “Yeah, I think I did say that. Somewhere along that little monologue about me being snapped by paps. What’s wrong with that anyway?” I asked her back.

“Nothing…” she began. “I mean we’ve only known each other a day. In fact, it’s not even a full day yet -- ”

I lunged forward and kissed her before she could’ve said anything else. I felt her hesitate at first, but then she slowly crept her hands around my neck and she started kissing me back. My heart was racing while I kissed her harder. My hands found the small of her back and started tracing it up and down. Who knew I could kiss someone this good?

God, she’s more than amazing, I thought. I lightly bit her lower lip and she let out a small giggle, all the while not breaking the kiss. After what seemed like an eternity, we both pulled back, breathlessly staring at each other.

She tried to speak again. “Wow, um, Mr. Cook, um, that was, I don’t know…totally unexpected and incredibly awesome.” She looked down and said the last two words almost in a whisper.

I was still staring at her, “Not to mention as well what I’ve wanted to do since you first smiled at me.” She looked up and grinned.

“Really? You do realize you kissed a crazy fangirl?” She laughed and I mustered all self restraint I have not to kiss her again.

“Uh-huh. So what if I just did? I can tell you loved every second of it.” Did I just squeak?

“Hey!” She slapped my arm. “Okay fine. I did love it, it was incredible.” She looked down again and fidgeted with her charmbracelet and then looked back at me. After a few minutes, she suddenly burst out, “Wait! Don’t you have paparazzi to face? We need to go back now before you get into any more trouble.”

Oh yeah. Them pesky people. “Right. The kissing thing, we can definitely talk about it more later. I’d love to do it again, by the way.” I gave her a smirk then she smacked me in the arm.

“You bonehead! Let’s go!”


David Cook Kissed Me?!

So this is what heaven is supposed to feel like. God, have I gone so completely nuts to result to cheesy lines like that one? Well, I guess I wouldn't be able to help it. David Freakin' Cook just kissed me, not once, but twice! What did I do to deserve to be so lucky?

As I waved to him, I stood at the front steps of our apartment building with a dumbass smile on my face. I didn't realize my roommate, Lellie, already screaming at me to come up. Next thing I knew, she was dragging me back to our room.

"Girl, what has gotten into you? And who did you lend car to?" She asked as we made our way back to our apartment. I still was smiling. Then I hugged her tightly. She pulled back and shook me.

"Okay, now you crazy and freaking me out. Who was that on the car? Don't tell me your dreams came true today and David Cook kissed you like hell 'cause you know that ain't gonna happen."

I took both her hands, "What if I tell you that that is what exactly just happened? Would you believe me?"

"Hell, no." She let go and fumbled for the door keys. She looked back at me and shot me a questioning look. I smiled back and then giggled like a little girl who's just got candy. "Oh my god, it did happen? David Cook found you and he's the bonehead driving your car?!?!?!" All color drained her face. Lellie just stood there with key in the keyhole and was now staring at me dumbfoundedly. She looked so funny!

I turned the key for her and opened the door. I took her to the chaise lounge and told her what had just happened. the last eight hours. She just stared at me with her mouth open, not able to say anything at all.

"And there ya go. That's what happened. I can't believe it either, but it did happen." I snapped my fingers at my friend, then she blinked back to her senses.

"I mean, wow, that is...I don't know, amazing. Maybe I should start dreaming like you, I might just meet Blair Underwood down at the deli and ask me to marry him." We both laughed. Then Lellie snapped me back to reality.

"You do realize that he's still a celebrity at the end of the day do you? I gotta be honest to you Ash, like you told me this is too good to be true. Maybe it really is. You shouldn't get your hopes up too much. You might end up like that Peyton girl in One Tree Hill, you know, she had a one night stand with that Fall Out Boy then he just wrote a song about her and never did try to have a relationship with her. I mean, that can happen to you too. I just don't want you to get hurt."

Lellie is usually a jokester who always find the joke about anything and everything under the sun. But when she doles out advice like that, she knows what she's saying, 99% of the time. It did sting a little and I realized too that what she said is a big possibility. Will I be willing to take that risk?

Lell stood up to go to the kitchen and turned back at me, "Think about it, and remember that song he did on Idol? Little Sparrow? I think it said these: They will crush you like a sparrow, leaving you to never mend, Then they'll leave you for another, break your little heart in two."

I wasn't able to sleep that night, as I was just replaying that kiss we shared at the side of the road. He was so...immaculate, his perfect lips tasted of mint with just a hint of vanilla, his scent, so subtle yet strong enough that it took my breath away, his hair slightly disheveled and so soft to the touch. His strong arms around me and his fingers caressing my back, which was filled with electricity, I felt I was gonna spontaneously combust with just a slight brush. Everything about him was perfection and I was just sitting there on my bed just thinking how I got myself to be with him and be in that extraordinary moment.

My phone suddenly rang, interrupting my thoughts. Who in the world would be calling me in this ungodly hour? I checked my bedside clock, it was already 3:45 a.m. I flipped my phone and did my best to fake a why-did-you-wake-me-up voice.

"Hullo? Who's this?"

A light laugh sent shockwaves to my entire body. I instantly knew it was him. David kept his promise to call me.

"Sorry if I've woke you, I know it's an impossible hour, but I just had to call you. Plus, I didn't return your car on time." I jumped out of bed and started pacing. I was just so excited he called.

"Hello? Ashleigh? Still there?"

"Um, yeah, sorry, still here. You called." Okay, that was lame.

"You sound uninterested. I'll just call back when the sun is up. You should sleep."

"No, no wait! I'm sorry, I just thought it was some random bonehead just wanting to piss me off. I'm not uninterested. After what happened earlier, I just...I don't know, okay? I'm really sorry."

"Why?" Did he sound hurt? "Are you regretting that kiss right now? 'Cause I'm sure that I don't. In fact, even when I got bombarded with all the cameras in my face until now, I can't stop thinking of you. I wanna see you again. I don't wanna leave Quiltland with just that kiss. I like you, I think I actually want you. Damn, Ash, I've never thought of wanting someone this much." His voice was a low whisper now, his breathing heavy.

I have this moment played out in my dreams a million times, but nothing prepared me to be able to hear it in person. This isn't a dream. The reality of my life right now is thrown right onto my face. David Cook wants me. And I wanted him too. But why are there so many questions forming in my head right now? Why can't I just tell him that I've dreamed of this for so long and just ask him to come down here and spend the night? What's holding me back?

He must've heard my thoughts. "Are you scared that I'm gonna just leave you here and think of this as just a fling? Because I know you want me too Ashleigh, you're just unsure of how this is all gonna play out. Don't you think I'm scared too?"

"You're right Dave, I've dreamed of this ever since you sang Hello on Idol. I've never wanted, hell, I've loved you like I've never loved anyone before even though I know that it's remotest impossibility in the world. And now that it's finally happening, I still can't believe it, I'm still having a hard time grasping the reality of it. I'm just afraid that all of this is too good to be true and I might just get hurt in the end." Towards the last sentence, I can hear my voice shaking as he was trying to listen to every word I told him.

He wasn't able to say anything at first. After a few moments, he managed to say, "I need to see you. I'm coming down there." Click.

After he hung up the phone, I sat on the side of my bed, hugging my knees and burying my face in it. I just told David how strongly I felt for him and now he's coming over to see me. A mix of emotions washed over me. One part of me is happy that I finally let him know how I felt and that he seemed to feel the same way too. One part is so scared and terrified that this will just be a fleeting thing and I'm gonna be left here by myself wondering why I ever made the stupid mistake of falling in love with someone so...unreachable.

After about 20 minutes, I heard a car pull up a few blocks away from the apartment building. I looked out my window to check and it was David, getting out of the car and pulling out his phone to text me.

"I'm hir a couple blcks frm ur apartmnt.cme dwn 2 c me."

I grabbed my jean jacket and made my way out of the apartment. Thank goodness I had my keys duplicated Saturday, I won't have to wake Lellie up who was sound asleep in her room.

Here goes nothing.

C'mon people, I know you're out there...Here's another update. Teaser though, they finally consummate their feelings for each other. I hope you like it.


Don’t be scared…I’m Here

“b ryt dwn..gimme a sec.” She texted me back, good, she’ll see me. I hope that’s a good sign.

True enough, a few minutes after the text, she came out the door of her apartment building and walked to where I was standing. Was she crying? Her eyes were shot and swollen and glassy. Yup, she definitely was. The thought sent a sharp stab of guilt to my chest. I wanted to kiss her and hug her and tell her everything’s gonna be fine, but before I could say anything, she opened her mouth to speak.

“I really, really want this too Dave,” she sighed. “I’m just scared at how fast everything has happened so far and that it might not work out.”

I took her hands and squeezed it tightly. “Hey…” I began. “You’re not the only one in this you know. I am scared out of my wits too, but that shouldn’t stop us from really going after what we feel is right. And right now, this moment, you and me is what feel and know is right.” I hugged her and I can feel her now easing into my arms. She looked up to me, her eyes deep into mine.

No more words needed to be said. As soon as she looked up to me, I kissed her, this time more hungrily than the first time. Our mouths perfectly melded together, like there’s no other person we’re supposed to kiss. My hands ran up and down her back, trying to feel every inch of her. She felt so good. I trailed her cheeks down to her neck a series of feather like kisses and she shivered and moaned with delight. I found my way back to her mouth and played with her tongue. She let out that sweet-sounding giggle again.

I felt her hands explore my back as well, moving downward to my waist where she playfully fidgeted with my belt buckle. She pulled back, albeit breathlessly and whispered to me, “Do you really think we should be doing this here?”

“Um, I’d hate to break this up too, but we do need to be somewhere else.” I was whispering too. She giggled again. “C’mon, let’s go.”

We drove to the spot at the diversion road and stared at the lake again for a few moments. We both looked at each other the same time and then moved back to the backseat of the car, resuming what was halted earlier. She slid in front of me and I took her jean jacket off, throwing it on the front seat. She was wearing a white racerback sleeveless top, her perfect plump breasts itching to be let out. I marveled at her striking Asian looks, her jet black hair falling just below her shoulders, her pink lips, that unbelievable smile and her eyes that looked exactly like mine. I wondered how I got to be the luckiest guy in the world just a day after the worst day of my life.

She pushed back a wisp of hair on my forehead, then cupped my face into her hands. “What is it? Something wrong?”

“Nothing. I was just marveling at how perfect you are. I must’ve died and gone to heaven.”

She let out a small laugh. “Funny how I just remembered saying the exact thing to myself after you kissed me.”

“Funny.” We both laughed. Then she stopped.

“I wanted this for so long David, you don’t know how much. I just am ecstatic being here with you.”

“I love you.” I said to her, then kissed her gently, then harder, like there’s no tomorrow. She took the neck of my shirt and pulled it up, then tossed it. My hands then found the hem of her top and I slowly took it off of her, her breasts touching my chest. I slowed down, leaving a trail of kisses from her cheek to her neck down to her chest. She shuddered and moaned while my tongue played with her nipples. I can feel her fingers boring into my back as she leaned back and let out short, ragged breaths everytime my mouth touches her breasts. I moved back to her mouth then slowly laid her to the backseat.

She looked at me, her eyes heavy and before kissing me, she whispered, “I love you too.”

I undid my belt buckle and she unzipped my pants and then I slowly slid inside her. It felt amazing. She pushed me back a bit and said, “You’re my first, David.”

Oh my god, I didn’t know what to say to that. “Is this what you want to do? Here, with me?”

She kissed me again, “I wouldn’t want to be any place in the world right now. You are perfect.” I can see tears forming in her eyes.

“I’ll be careful, I promise.” I kissed her again, then eased myself into her, savoring each moment and every part of her. We moved perfectly in rhythm with each other, moaning and gasping with every sway. It’s like two bodies merging into one. I thrust myself onto her until we both climaxed at the same time. She felt absolutely amazing.

She’s right, I wouldn’t want to be any place right now than with her.

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Another update...


A Conflict Surfaces

The days went by in a blur. We would talk everyday on the phone for no less than three hours straight, telling each other stories about our day. Mostly we'd both complain at how our situation was and we would and David would occassionally fly out to Virginia to visit me and spend time together. This had gone on for almost three months. I still haven't told him that I'd be going back home, soon actually, a month to be exact. I've been agonizing at how to tell him, but I eventually will.

One weekend, I flew out to him in Los Angeles where he was finishing the final touches for the remastered version of Analog Heart, which RCA was planning to be his big label debut. Amazon sales were completely halted, and they wanted to be the one to fully release it as David's debut.

He took me to the studio and by now, everyone knew who I was, and I also have known everyone, from, you guessed it right, our lengthy conversations.

We were greeted by nods and smiles as we entered the studio. He led me to a chaise longue facing the audio board and the actual recording booth and kissed me before his manager, Allen, pulled him to a hush-hush talk. After a few minutes, I decided to peek around the booth, damn, I've never seen so many buttons. What do they need it for anyway? My man sounds great enough. Ha, anyways, I walked over to a small painting which was placed near the door of the actual booth. The door was slightly ajar and I accidentally overheard David and Allen in a heated argument.

"Clive has been asking me about that new girl of yours." Allen said. "And he doesn't seem too pleased with the amount of time you've been spending with her."

"What the hell does he care?!" I can hear the irritation in David's voice. "How does that even affect the record? We're just remastering Analog Heart, it's not like we made a new one that would require lots of time."

Allen put his hand on David's shoulder and then went, "He says it's affecting the way the record is being done. He's given you the freedom on how the record should be produced, and yet, here you are, letting other producers do the work, since every time you can, you call her and talk to her nonstop. All the other producers are getting a bit irritated with the way you've acting towards them...don't get me wrong, from what you've told me, Ashleigh's a great girl, I just don't want you compromising your involvement in the record." He squeezed his shoulder, but David edged away.

Then Allen dropped the bomb.

"He says it would be best, for now, for you to postpone your relationship with her so that you can focus on the record more, it would be a blitz of promotions, radio tours and eventually your own cross country tour. We need you to be more focused David, now more than ever."

David stared at him in disbelief. "Are you saying that I should break up with her?!"

"I'm sorry. I can't argue with Clive about it." was all Allen can tell him.

God, I felt sick to my stomach. So I'm sabotaging David's career without me ever knowing. How can I be so stupid? I really thought that this would work the way he would always assure me it would. But now, as I steadied myself on the coffee table, I wasn't so sure at all. David turned back on Allen and saw me standing there, his eyes full of pain.

"You did not just hear all of that. Ashleigh..." He reached for my hand, but I darted away immediately for the main door. Before I turned to go, I faced him and said, "You know what, Allen's right, I just might be sabotaging your career. So before I damage your career any more further, I'll volunteer and step out of your life right now. I hope you sell a bazillion records and have a wonderful life. Goodbye David." I slammed the door and ran.

As I faced the sweltering heat of LA, I heard David calling me and pleading me to stop and talk to him, but I absent-mindedly ran to nowhere in particular, I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. It hurt that he didn't even try to reason with Allen about it, but it hurt more knowing the fact that I could single handedly destroy what he wanted for so long. I couldn't do that to David. I just can't, even if I loved him so much.

I turned to a corner on Kitts and Lansing and found a quaint little coffee shop. The heat has gotten into me and I had to sit and cool off. A solitary tear fell on my lap and I immediately wiped it off. Why should I be crying over this? After all, this could be the perfect time to break things off with him since I'm returning home to the Philippines in four weeks. This may not be so bad.

But why do I feel freakin' miserable still?

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Headaches, Heat and a Walk Out?

Ohh man, hell, this is giving me a headache. How am I supposed to choose between my music and Ashleigh? If ever both could be in a sentence, this is not it, I'm sure. Dang it, I'm gonna have to find her to fix this. She has to know she's as equally important and that we are gonna make this, whatever thing we have work. I've never met anyone as great as she is, she's more than immaculate, more than a hundred Mandy Moores combined. I can't risk losing her, I just can't.

As soon as she bolted out of the studio building, I never let her out of my sight. I was calling and following her until she turned to a coffee shop on Kitts and Lansing. I followed her there, not minding the afternoon heat.

I got halted in my tracks as I saw her sitting under a large umbrella, she was obviously tired from running under the sun, but her eyes, it's as if it was about to break into a million pieces. I can definitely see the hurt in them and I just wanted to kiss her and tell her everything's gonna be okay, but as soon as I stood in front of her, she told me something that hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm going back to the Philippines before the month ends." I waited with bated breath, hoping somewhere along the next few words, there will be a sentence starting with a "but".

"Wow, three months and I haven't told you." She continued blankly. She then looked up at me and said, with resounding finality, "Sorry." Then she stood up and tried to leave, but I grabbed her hand before she can advance further. This time I made sure I wouldn't let her go.

"What the hell was that? You drop a bomb like that and just leave?!" I said rather incredulously. It was like she doesn't have feelings for me at all.

"Well, we'll be going our separate ways eventually right? This is the most opportune time for us to go our split ways, because let's face it, this is never gonna work. Apparently, I'm just an obstacle to your path to frickin' superstardom." She tried to yank her hand off of mine, but I held on to it tighter. "Stop that, let me go."

"No, I will not let you go that easy and I'm pretty sure you know that. Hasn't been the last few months the best time of your life? Look me straight in the eye and tell me point blank that it wasn't. Much as I would hate that, but I'll let you go." I silently pleaded for her to say that it was, God, I'm sure that she will say it, otherwise, she'd be lying. "Tell me you don't love me and I'll let go."

She faced me fully as her eyes bore into mine. "It wasn't the best. There, I said it. I just played along to see how far it'll go, but to be completely honest, I just thought I loved you, but I didn't it. It just felt nice to say it, but it didn't hold a lot of meaning for me." My hands felt numb, as also my whole body. She took her hand and walked away.

I stood there, with my back to her, not knowing what to say or what to do. I just wasn't understanding everything and anything at all. Everything she said didn't make sense to me at all. I couldn't even remember what had just happened.

Tears started to blur my eyes. And before anybody else could see, I made my way out on to the main sidewalk again. Not sure where to go, I just walked on, unmindful of people who were recognizing me and asking me for something, an autograph, a photo, I'm not sure.

After about an hour of aimless walking, I felt dizzy. I held on to a bench and the last thing I remember was everything fading into black.



Taking the Heat and Shedding Some Tears

I went back to David's apartment to gather my stuff and head back to Quiltland, my home away from home. As I was shoving clothes absentmindedly to my luggage, I contemplated on writing him a note as a sort of goodbye, so I grabbed the notepad and pen from beside the telephone and started writing.

Halfway to the note, I started crying, this time letting the tears fall until my eyes hurt. I tossed the notepad to the bed and grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly, as if my life depended on it. Damn, I miss him already. Damn me for lying to him. Damn me for walking away. Damn me for being stupid and leaving him hurt.

I just sat there at the side of his bed, crying my eyes out. After an hour, I decided to pull myself together and left the house to catch a flight out to Virginia. The plane ride seemed to take ages, but four hours later, I was knocking on our apartment door.

I heard Lellie hopping towards the door. She was surprised to see me home early. "Hey! You're back!" She gave me a bear hug and grabbed my luggage. We plopped on to the sofa. "You're back early, something wrong?"

I removed my oversized sunglasses and my roommate was startled. "Oh honey, what happened? Your eyes are swollen! That smirking nerd!" She hugged me again and I started crying again. I told her what happened in between sobs.

"I can't believe how stupid I was for thinking our...thing was gonna work." I was still sobbing then and suddenly felt tired all of a sudden. Tired mostly because of crying over losing the one person who has my whole frickin' heart.

Lellie was stroking my back to ease me down. "Hey...look, nobody's stupid in here. You were just going with your gut feeling. Now, relationships, they are a two way street. If David's not willing to fight for how he feels about you, then it's his loss. Who cares if you're gonna go back halfway across the globe? If he does love you like he says, he's gonna show you that, no matter what."

"Jeez, you sound like an after school special, but thanks, I guess you're right." What could have I done if Lellie wasn't here? She always made sense about things.

"For you kiddo, anytime." She shook my hair. "So what if David does decide to pursue your...thing? You can't survive on love alone y'know..."

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. He hasn't exactly come banging by my door asking me back." And frankly, I didn't have the energy to think about that right now. I just came home and I wanna sleep all of this away.

OH

MY

GOD!!!

I love you for this!!!

Oh wow...thanks! I still haven't figured out where to take this though, but hopefully by Friday night I have it figured out and an update made too!

I love you too for reading!

Sheena! THIS.IS.GOOD.

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Hello ladies, hopefully this Friday I will have one for you..I'm just hazy on the deets but I will do my effin' best to have it up by Friday.

You warm my heart by reading and posting helpful comments. Thanks a lot!

Any chance of getting an update BEFORE Friday???

I am so sorry for not updating this yet. My brain is like swimming right now, I'm gonna try to make an update for y'all.

Just to tide you guys over...so sorry if I haven't been able to update...This is David's POV...It's a bit short, and it's all I came up with.

I Wish

I woke up to beeping sounds and that distinct sterilized smell. And ouch, it felt like there were several hundred needles on my forehead. Right, I'm in a hospital. I don't know why though, but I guess it was because the last thing I remembered was blacking out in the hot LA sun. I stroked my head and tried to get up, but my legs felt like there wasn't a single muscle in it.

My eyes scanned the room, it was a private suite. The walls were painted white, accented by wallpaper designed with pink daisies. I looked to the bedside table at the right, there was a basket of fruits and a bouquet of flowers signed by the WordNerds and the Cookies. My fans are definitely the greatest in the world. The fruits were probably from them as well.

On the left was a set of monitors beeping in tune and the pole where my dextrose also stood there. I tried to lift my body again, this time a bit slowly, sitting up to fully take in the totality of the room and to try to remember what had happened before I landed in this hospital room.

"....I'm going back to the Philippines. Goodbye David..." Then she walked away. My head began to throb again. No, I just didn't let the one person I loved walk away. How in the world will I get her back? Convince her that we can make things work?

I massaged my head to relieve the pain. There have been so many decisions that I've made ever since I won that show, many people, women to be exact had thrown themselves to me for a one night stand and all of them I refused. Believe it or not, Ashleigh was the first person I slept with in more than two years, believing that she could potentially be the one. Even exes I thought I loved deeply suddenly became immaterial. Because when Ash came along, everything else faded away, my doubts were erased, my world became meaningful, and my heart came alive. Now that she has slipped out of my reach, I don't know if I can be back to that place again.

I wish I just died right there at that pavement where I fell. Morbid, but true.

But most of all, I wish I could have her back.

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I was just passively reading along, when I read this....



AHAHAHAHA!

OH MY GOD! XD

I have to stop myself from choking on my SkyFlakes crackers! LMAO! XD

If I were her, I'd go "naw, that's just someone trying to sound like you." Or be sarcastic. Haha, for serious. XD LOL!
I would've probably went "GEE! You think!?" XD LMAO.

Damn, I must've appeared mean to him by then. But meh. XD That's me.

LOL!

This post is susceptible to ETA's. =D LOL! You know me. XD

And I do think this is a little refreshing. =]

ETA!!!
OH MY GOD!

there's a rated ARRRGH!!! *covers eyes* AHAHAHA!

I KNEW IT! when I saw the word "consumate" before the actual part itself, i was doubting whether you meant it LITERALLY! OH MY GOD! XD AHAHA!

NAHH, lol! rated arrgh! + DC = gooood. XD orgasmic, dare i say it! XD lmao!! XD

THIS MAKES ME HAPPEH! XD

oh, my little fan girl heart is jumping around in joy! XD

eta 2! it's funny that while reading that.... i was listening to Nothing Short of a Miracle by The Starting Line! LOL! so fitting! XD

ETA 3 and now, as i am reading Conflict Surfaces....... The Scientist by Coldplay... randomly played in my iTunes. @_@;

ETA 4 aww, that was cute. =D

i would love more updates!

Awww...Lyssah! Girl, thank you...that was kind of lengthy with all the ETA's, but I enjoyed it and appreciated the fact that you took the time to read and quoted a single line! *hugs*

Okay..wooo...trying my hand at a new update. Here goes nothing...


Going Home and Never Looking Back (?)

This is it. I'm really going back to the Philippines. The team that I was assigned to in the call center threw me a send-off party about two nights ago and I am still feeling the hangover from all the partying and the drinking. Everybody was really so nice to me during the time I spent there and several people approached me and cried to me about how they were gonna miss me and that made me cry too. But the full-on waterworks didn't really happen when Lellie and I went back to the apartment after the festivities.

As soon as I locked the door, (it was way past the normal hours of the night) Lell started blabbing on everything that we did together during my stay, about how I always carry her back to the car during Friday night bar-hopping, or how I always end up shopping for groceries because she would get to lazy to do it even if it was her turn, and even the littlest things, my comments about her obsession to Blair Underwood, stuff like that.

I went to sit beside her in the sofa and put my arm around my American best friend and said, "I know, you're going to miss me." Then she started to cry, first it was just silent sobbing, then it became full on crying. "I hate the fact that we got so close, damn, why did you have to be so nice and sweet and caring and over-all great?! I hate you," she managed in between loud sobs. I stifled a tear and forced a chuckle, "Well, that's just the way I am, and I am sorry if I became those things."

"I may be a far away at the other side of the world, but it doesn't mean that we can't be friends still, eh? Distance thing may be a problem, but we got technology on our side, don't we? Let's make the most out of it!" I tried hard not to quiver, but with Lellie crying still, I broke into tears finally.

Saying goodbye to Lellie was hard because she had been my one true friend and rock that I was able to lean on during my stay in the US. She did make everything alright for me, even going out of her way to accommodate my quirks and other fetishes just so I can be comfortable. And now that I am leaving, it's so hard to leave her behind, not knowing if I'm ever gonna come back and visit her again.

"Okay, enough about me, how about that one other loose thread that you have? Aren't you gonna say goodbye to him? He was hospitalized, you know, probably right after you left."

Oh yeah, that one too. David. God, should I have to?

Be back later to update! Gotta sleep for a while.

ETA!!! Sorry if I haven't been able to update. Please pray I can squeeze in something here tomorrow night. Thank you all for reading!

Whoa!!! I just saw that you updated! She HAS to say goodbye to David!!

Hahah! Thanks for the input! Will be updating in a few days...I HOPE!!!

"I Can't Find the Words to Say Goodbye..."

David's POV

Allen dropped me off my pad's doorstep two days after I got hospitalized. I told him to not bother coming in anymore, and anyways, he had a lot of stuff to take care of for me. I decided to take a break for a while. The doctor said I was thoroughly exhausted the last month and a half and that if I don't slow down, I just might suffer from severe heart problems.

I tossed my stuff on to the sofa and headed for my room. It was still the way I left it when Ash was last here. Sheets still unkept, champagne glass on the bedside table and my night light was still open. I smiled to myself as I remembered how Ash always bugs me to put out the light when it's day time.

"It's just a small light, won't figure much with my electricity bill." I told her nonchalantly as she reminded me again about the light for the bazillionth time.

She smacked me with a pillow. "It's not that, dumbass! I know you can pay for a whole town's electricity. I'm just concerned with what would happen. What if it gets overheated? What if it sparks and burns down your house? You'll never know! You need to be careful!"

"Ow! Alright now, woman, you do make sense, but can we just forget about the light for a moment and..." I reached for her waist and pulled her to me for a deep, lingering kiss.

I snapped out of my daydreaming and started fixing my bed. As I pulled the sheets, I saw a crumpled paper lying towards the edge of the bed. I picked it up and decided to toss it to the garbage bin. As I was walking toward it, I tried to un-crumple the paper and much to my surprise, it had Ash's handwriting on it. And it was a letter. For me.

"3:25 p.m., Monday

David,

By the time you read this, I'm already back in Virginia and I do apologize if I didn't properly say goodbye to you. The recent events of the day has forced me to re-think our whole relationship and some things clearly surfaced that surprised me a lot.

There's no doubt in my mind that you are the one for me, despite everything, but the timing of "us" just doesn't seem right. I don't want to hinder you from reaching your dreams, even before I met you I know how bad you wanted all of this to happen and I still feel that you do.

There's so much I want to tell you right now, but the words escape me and all I got left are tears to shed. I don't know what's gonna happen next, and I know that me going back home doesn't make it all easier. But always bear this in mind......."

I couldn't make out the words that followed, all I can see is blotched handwriting, and that made my chest heave a bit. I made her cry. The thought that she was here, in my apartment, alone and sobbing sent sharp stabs to my chest and I couldn't bear it. I just fell on the tiled floor and let the tears that have been pent up for so long flow.

I'm sobbing! OMG they need to get back together again!

Yeah, they will be getting back together, no worries...I'm just figuring out a way how to.

Update???

I'm trying to come up with it now, hopefully to be up w/in the next few hours....thanks!