Where ever the wind takes me Tyler Owens x OC FANFIC (twisters)

Twister tamers

I wake up the next morning feeling tired and groggy. Not wanting to wake up. Probably because the comfort of my bed feels so nice compared to the motel beds. I was still tired walking downstairs to get water. Not remembering we have a guest. I walk to the fridge completely delusional to what's happening around me. "Hey sweet cheeks" tyler says standing by the stove. "AHHH what the hell you scared the shit out of my. I completely forgot you were here." I say scared outta my shit. "Awe you forgot about me. That's not nice." Tyler says pouting. "Says the one still in hello kitty pants." I say defensively. "Yeah well your dad said he was gonna wash my clothes so i could wear then again. So I'm stuck in these pants till there done." He says.

I pour myself a glass of water ignoring him and sit down at the table. "What kind of eggs do you want." Tyler says looking back at me. "Over easy with a venders sprinkled on top." I say back. "Coming right up" he says. He turns back around. Without a thought on my mind i think of how hot he looks right now. No shit with my pants on. His toned back slightly tanned staring right back at me. I could lose myself looking at him. I don't realize how much time has passed looking at him. He turns around but i was so lost looking at him not thinking a thought. Except how much of a better view i get now that he's turned around. Looking at his hard abs. His v line visibly sticking out. "You know you could just ask and i could give you a view of this 24/7." He says smirking at me as i look up at his face. Which was incredible close to mine. Did he teleport there? No. I was just so lost i didn't realize what was happening right in front of me.

"Thanks." I say taking the plate. Trying to not bring up what he said. "No problem. But i know you heard me." He says grinning ear to ear. "Your dad is out helping the cows right now he already ate." He says winking. There was already bacon and hash browns on the plate. I start eating the bacon embarked out of my mind. Blushing like an idiot. "I like when you get like this. Makes me feel proud. But also make you look 10 times cuter." He says getting closer to my face.

"I TOLD YOU TWO TO JUST GET MARRIED ALREADY DIDN'T I" my dad says walking through the door. "Dad?!" I yell. I say as red as a tomato. "Just saying" my dad says. "Maybe you should listen to what your dad says" tyler says. I push his face away so i can eat my food in peace.

I finish my food and walk up to my room trying to not have people in my face. Rhetorically and literally. I shut my door and face plant onto my bed. Which was a dark gray bed frame with red white and black bed sheets. You take in the smell of lavender in your room. Not as good as whiskey and vanilla. Not as good as. No. Stop. No thinking about him.

I get up from my bed. I walk to my wardrobe to find a pair of clothes. It's supposed to be warm today. Even though we are chasing storm. I grab a pair of jean shorts. A light blue crop top. And believe it or not white and light blue nike dunks. (Honestly one of my regular fits. As the writer). I felt like dressing up a little today. Better than my regular "Cowgirl" outfit.

I take a quick shower in the bathroom across my room. Feeling the nice hot water raining down on me felt nice. I was happy to be back home. Even if i was only gone for two days. Taking my time as it was only 7 in the morning. Shampooing my hair a second time due to it being extra greasy. Putting in conditioner after I'm done washing out the shampoo. Leaving the conditioner in but putting some on my legs so i could shave. After that i wash my face and body and rinsing out my hair. Taking 45 minutes to shower i get out drying myself off with a towel. Realizing for he second time i forgot my clothes. At least these towels are a little bigger. And my room is right across the door.

After hyping myself to walk out because what else could i do. I open the door looking down. Guess who i walk into. That's right no other then tyler Owens. "We gotta stop meeting like this cowgirl. I mean I'm not complaining. But this is a bad look for you." He says laughing. "It's not my fault I'm not used to people being in my space." I say blushing. "Maybe you'll have to get used to it. But then purposely leave you clothes behind. And your towel." He says the last line much quieter. I push him out of the way and run into my room slamming the door.