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Title: None...well not yet. Any suggestions will be appreciated!
Pairing: Crookie (Brooke and Cook)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Brooke and Cook...they are real people silly!
Summary: Brooke and Cook are friends during their time on American Idol. Cook wants more, but knows that it can never be more than friendship. What does Brooke want?

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Big thanks go out to my editor Laura! You rock! You made this fic what it is and I love you for it!
Thanks also go out to my Cookie FF crew: Cee, Becky, Becks, Shay, Laura and Ana. You all gave me inspiration to write this! Thanks so much!


Brooke White. She was the one who completed my existence for almost 10 months of my life. Her laugh, her smile, and her easy calm that washed over me. Her optimistic demeanor, her sharp commentary, her ability to read me when I was a closed book, it all was rolled together in a perfect package with the name Brooke White.

My feelings for her began with friendship. I knew from the second I met her that she was off limits. The gold ring on her left hand and the sentences upon sentences filled with the name Dave illustrated how much she loved being married. Much to my chagrin, however, my feelings towards her changed when I decided to sing “Hello”. She was the one who made me see that I wasn’t performing up to my potential. It was the fact that she saw my potential at all that made me see her in a different light. A light that would change our relationship forever.

“So whatca singing?” Brooke smiled, sitting down next to be on the big red couch. I was playing my guitar and trying to pick my song for top 14 performance night.

“That’s the million dollar question,” I laughed, placing the guitar on my lap. “I wish I knew. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.”

“Really? The rocker would take suggestions from the resident good girl?” She asked turning her body fully towards mine with her long legs tucked  Indian style.

“Sometimes a rocker needs a little sunshine,” I grinned. “I think you have been picking some very smart songs for yourself. Maybe you could help me out in that department?”

She bowed her head and I could detect a slight blush. “Thanks. And I am not just saying this but you definitely seem to know who you are musically. I think if you just clear your head you will find the song that fits you,” she smiled as she patted my knee reassuringly. As she did, I felt it. The electricity that passed from her fingers, through the material of jeans, to my skin and radiated to places that they definitely shouldn’t.

“I feel like that’s just not going to happen at this point. Could I just do a Barry Manilow song and let the torture be over?” I said with a laugh. I watched her and waited for her laugh, but it didn’t come. She was too lost in thought to even register my lame attempt at a joke.

“You need to do something different. The past two weeks and even during Hollywood week you have done the rocker thing-“

“Well…that is kinda my thing.”

“I know, but I think being different is your thing too.”

“Care to explain?”

“Certainly,” she grinned. “You are a rocker, no one can deny that. You’ve got that down with the hair, the rockin’ guitar playing and those glory notes that just don’t quit.” Her obvious knowledge of my performances couldn’t help but cause me to smile. It was nice to hear positive comments especially from someone as talented a she. “But who says a rocker always needs to do a rock song?”

“So Barry Manilow is still on the table then?”

She laughed.

“No, but pick something different. I don’t know. You could chose a bluesy song and turn it on its head or pick an up-tempo song and slow it down. Sing something that you are comfortable with, but will surprise people because I think that’s what you do Mr. Cook. Your surprise people,” she smiled leaning closer to me. Brooke White just read me like a book and no one had ever been able to or even tried for that matter.

Every girlfriend I ever had was nice enough, cool  enough and that was the problem. They were just enough and not more. They didn’t ever see me and it seemed like they never even wanted to. Brooke was just my friend and not only did she try to get me, she got me. Brooke was way more than enough.

“If you don’t stop it there Brookie I might just turn a few different shades of pink,” I laughed nervously, watching her closely.  “Thanks for the advice. I’m definitely going to take it.”

“You’re welcome and it’s true, you know. No need to blush. You are just a walking example of how you shouldn’t judge books by their covers. But the Brookie thing, that’s not going to work.”

“Ok Brooke,” I said accentuating my calling her by her actual name. “I’m beginning to think the same about you I don’t think anyone would ever guess that a wise, all knowing sage lurks behind those blonde curls and blue eyes of yours.”

She gave me a small smile shifting her position on the couch, obviously embarrassed by my compliment. “So did you wonder what I meant when I said you surprise people?” She said trying to move the focus from her back onto me.

“Actually I was wondering how I surprised you.”

“Well,” she whispered, leaning close to me once again. “You act the part of a rocker, but you’re really just a big ole’ goof!” With a laugh she bounced from the couch leaving me touched and confused all at the same time.

After that short conversation my friendship with Brooke White was completely turned on its head, well from my side it was. I’m sure she saw me as the same nerdy rocker that she had known for a weeks before that, but she was different in my eyes. She wasn’t just the sweet girl from Arizona who had never seen an r-rated movie and loved kids. She was the sweet girl from Arizona who saw me and knew exactly what I needed to hear. Most importantly, she was the girl I was falling head over heels in love with and the same girl I would never have a chance of being with.