TNT Short Fics

In the middle of practice

"Dude, why is your phone blowing up?" Pat asks as Travis walks back into their shared dorm room after a shower.

Travis shrugs and heads to his suitcase to look for a clean shirt. Training camp had been brutal and he is ready to cool off and relax before it all starts again tomorrow.

"Oh, yeah. I maybe mentioned Taylor Swift on the podcast. About trying to give her my number at the concert? It aired today so it's probably just Ross or Harry talking shit."

Pat looks down at the phone again and his eyes widen. "Ummm, Trav, this text is from someone at Entertainment Tonight."

"What!" he says as he grabs the phone from Pat. "Fucccckkkkkkk..."

******

"Hey, man!"

He hears Pat's voice above the sound coming through his headphones and pulls them down to see what he wants.

"You good?"

"Yeah," Travis says, confused.

"You sure?" Patrick asks skeptically.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"It's just, you've played that song three times now. Really loud. I can hear it word for word even through your headphones."

Travis blushes, thinking he has been stealthy.

They look at each other for a beat before Pat smirks at him and says, "Technically you didn't meet her so you can't be enchanted."

"Fuck you, Pat."

*******

"Are you coming to dinner?" Pat asks, sticking his head back into their room before he heads down to the cafeteria.

"Huh?" Travis replies, lost in what he is doing.

"Yo! Earth to Trav!" He hears a loud clap and looks up as Pat snarks, "You coming or are you going to stare at your phone like an idiot some more?"

Travis shakes his head and gives his phone one last glance before pocketing it and standing.

"Nah, I'm coming, I'm coming."

As they walk down the hall, Patrick can't help but ask him, "Who has you smiling and glued to your phone?"

Travis's deer-in-the-headlights look isn't lost on his friend but he still deflects "Oh, um. Just Jason texting me funny things Wy and Ellie are up to?"

Pat raises an eyebrow, "Is that a question?"

Travis rolls his eyes and keeps walking, calling back, "Come on, I'm starving."

******

Patrick is sure his bang on the door startles the fuck out of Travis. But for fuck's sake, why did he lock the door?

"Trav, open the fucking door!" Pat starts banging again. He can hear Travis come closer and snippets of his conversation.

"Shit, I have to go. No, have a good–"

"TRAVIS!" he yells impatiently again.

"Fuck, I swear I don't normally live in a dorm room."

Patrick bangs louder. Other players are starting to stare.

"Yeah, bye. Can't wait to hear how it went."

Travis opens the door to a red-faced Patrick. He tries to look at him nonchalantly but he can tell he's about five seconds from getting his ass made to run sprints tomorrow in retaliation.