Oneshot Tanner Buchanan

Benefits

"Got any sevens?"

"Go fish," Johnny looked up to you through his eyelashes before sighing, watching you pull a card from the thick stack, already on your fifth game of go fish.

"Great," you mumbled.

It was ten o'clock at night and you couldn't feel your legs nor could you hold your eyes open much longer, but it hurt to close them due to the bright fluorescent lights of the California (surprisingly) cold airport practically stabbing them. You had begun to regret not accepting your mother's invitation to fly out at an earlier time, that being three in the morning, with how long you had been located in the cold, large, busy, and annoying airport. You rubbed your eyes as well as your face before slapping your hand of cards on the coffee table sat between you and Johnny, no longer finding entertainment in beating him no matter how hard he tried to outsmart you. but the thing was, you can't outsmart someone in the game go fish.

Miguel had thrown a couple bags of chips on the table just as you had done so before taking a seat on the hard plastic linked together, his leg knocking against your back lightly before pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling roughly.

"Are you guys done with your game yet?"

"Not even close," Johnny threw his hand down as well, leaning back on the palm of his hands after wiping his face from the grogginess that set in.

"Have you seen robby?"

"nope," Miguel popped the 'p' making you squeeze your eyes shut to his answer.

"But hey, good thing our flight has been delayed like five times." Johnny scowled.

In the five hours you had been there, your flight had been canceled hour after hour leaving you and your two friends for built up anger and annoyance. it hadn't helped that the one boy you had been hoping to see the whole day hadn't shown up yet.

"you think he'd chickened out?" Miguel lightly kicked your thigh with his shoe as you had your head leaned back against the seat next to him, being sat on the floor and in front of the rows of many seats.

"I hope not," you shook your head lightly, thinking of how you had practically helped robby pack as you were laid on his twin size bed, pointing out nice shirts and pairs of pants he was to shove in the suitcase he had just bought that day. "otherwise he'll have an ass beating when we get back."

"He'll show up," Johnny leaned back on the palm of his hands as he lazily looked around the large airport lounge.

"We Lawrence's aren't quitters."

"He's not exactly a lawrence."

"I'm still the reason he's in the world," Johnny shrugged,

"didn't wrap when i tapped."

Both Miguel and your face screwed up but decided to say nothing more to his words.

Your flight was finally called and to your despair, there was no sign of robby. You frowned as you sat in your seat alone without company.  For weeks you had been looking forward to all of this; riding down to the Bahamas with your best friend in hopes the vacation and experience would turn the two of you into something more.

In the three years you had known Robby you had never known him to stand you up, especially without an explanation. robby was always true to his word and trustworthy, something due to not wanting to be like his father, despite Johnny being a little more reliable in that moment with the fact that he was sitting right across the aisle from you... even if it were just for free drinks and no hotel/flight expenses.

"hey, y/n/n,'' Johnny pinched you lightly, "your parents won't think it's weird of me still coming.. right?"

you looked to johnny, slightly sad, but quickly narrowing your brows, suppressing an amused look, "johnny," you gave him a light pointed look, "there was a point in time you lived in our pool house, they're not going to care if you show up without Robby... it'll just be another tuesday for them."