American Idol Fanfiction

Title: Cry Me A River
Pairing: Cookleta, Castroleta, Mavid, and if you squint slightly, Johnstro
Disclaimer: Do not own these guys whatsoever because if I did, I'd make all four of them perform sexual acts in front of me.
Summary: It's time for some sweet revenge.
Rating: PG-13... yea, i'll go with that

You were my sun
You were my earth
But you didn't know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance,
And made other plans.
But I bet you didn't think your thing would come crashing down, no

Sighing exhaustedly, David Archuleta returned to his bunk on the tour bus, after signing autographs for his adoring fans. Lying down on his back, he closed his eyes to get a couple of minutes of relaxation when he felt his phone vibrate in his pants, notifying him that he had received a new text message. Taking out his blackberry, recognizing Jason Castro’s ring tone, he glanced at the screen and read the message…

”David, come to the back entrance. I think there’s something you should see.”

Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion, he got out of his bunk and discreetly made his way towards the rear entrance of the arena. Taking in his surroundings, David was about to call out to Jason when a shadowy figure made his way over to him.

Not saying a word to him, Jason led David to two rather large doors that were hidden behind boxes and supplies. Jason pointed at the tiny crack of opening and motioned David to look inside.

David gave him a puzzled look, stepped forward and peered inside. His jaw dropped and he almost stumbled back in surprise at the scene before him. Each second felt like a stab in the gut, he wanted to scream but forgot how to. Clenching up his fists tightly, David fought back the tears in his eyes.

Jason finally spoke, “I know you two were never officially together, but I can tell by the way you look at him, you care so much about him. I know how much this is killing you, he -” his throat closed up suddenly, he couldn’t continue speaking. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he pulled David away from the door and quickly took them both back to the tour bus. Sitting David down on his bed, Jason glanced down at him with empathy. "I have a proposition, if you’re interested." he whispered.

David slowly looked up at Jason, and simply stated, "Whatever you have in mind, count me in."

You don't have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from him
Now, there's just no chance for you and me
There'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

Positioning his video camera accurately towards a slightly larger bunk bed, Jason tossed all the pillows to the floor to give some extra space for the task. Walking back towards the camera, Jason flipped the switch 'on', and went back to positioned himself on the end of the bed, waiting. "David, are you ready?" he called out.

David entered the room and stared down at Jason for a few seconds before removing his t-shirt, and sauntered over to him, pulling him into a hot, angry kiss. Jason wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back with equal force, hands digging into David’s soft, spiked up hair. Groaning, David pulled back, tugging at Jason’s shirt. Jason nodded, peeled of his shirt, and kissed him back. Pulling David onto his lap, making the young man straddle him, he raked his fingers down David’s back, leaving red marks down his flawless skin. David gasped slightly at the action and then moaned in pleasure. Jason roughly pulled David against him, their chests touching, and cradled David’s head in his hands, almost in a loving fashion. "Are you alright?" he asked breathlessly, his chest heaving. David looked into Jason’s blue eyes and gasped out, "Not now," Licking his lips, he then added, "but I will be." Jason nodded and pulled David into a fierce hug, whispering comforting nonsense into his ear, with the camera still rolling, but neither party paid any attention to it.

I know that they say
That something’s are better left unsaid
It wasn't like you only talked to him and you know it
Don't act like you don't know it

Later that night, David Cook entered his bunk bed and noticed a video tape on his bed. Picking it up, he looked at it with confusion and read the little post-it that’s on the tape…

'From Archie'

Smiling slightly, he was about to pop the tape into his portable VCR, when Michael Johns entered his room. "Hey man, I just found this weird note on my pillow telling me to come look at some tape you have." Raising his eyebrow at his Aussie friend, he looked at his hand, which also held a post it. "I guess Archie left this is for both us." he reasoned. Michael shrugged and sat down on the bed. Popping the tape into the VCR, Cook sat next to Michael, grabbed the remote, and pressed 'Play'.

At first, all they saw was Jason sitting on Cook’s bed. "When was he on my bed?" Cook questioned to himself. Not a moment too soon, another person entered the shot…

I refuse, you must have me confused, with some other guy (I'm not like them, baby)
Your bridges were burned
And now it's your turn (It's your turn to cry)
Cry me a river

Cook and Michael could not believe at what they were seeing. Their two friends were passionately kissing on Cook’s bed, shirtless. Michael tore his eyes away from the image and looked at Cook with a panic-stricken expression. Cook ignored him as he dropped his head in his hands, wanting to cry his eyes out. His David was kissing another man, why would he do that to him?

You don't have to say, what you did
I already know, I found out from him

Looking back at the screen, they both saw another image that made their stomach drop a little more. It was a single photograph of Cook and Michael in a compromising position from earlier in the evening, with a caption that read, 'We know what you both did'

Now, there's just no chance for you and me, there'll never be
And don't it make you sad about it

Cook and Michael quickly left the room and halted when they caught sight of Jason and David, both on their laptops with their backs facing them. Somehow knowing they were being watched, they both turned towards the other two. Jason looking squarely at Michael and David fixating his eyes towards, what he thought, was his reason for living.

Still looking at them, Jason hums a familiar tune, while David sings the final verse…

Baby, go on and just
Cry me a river
Go on and just
Cry me a river

-Jess D.