Tayvis One-Shots

double date

Taylor's POV

Gracie and Paul were already at the table when we arrived, laughing about something I didn't catch. The moment Gracie spotted us, her eyes lit up. "Oh my God, look who decided to show up!"

"You act like we're late," I teased, hugging her.

"Late enough," she shot back, giving Travis a side-eye.

"Blame me, then," he said with a shrug. "It's not like I was doing anything important. Just standing there while she tried on her third outfit of the night."

"You're lucky I didn't ask your opinion," I retorted, sliding into my seat.

"Oh, I have opinions," he said, leaning in with a grin. "For example, this dress? Stunning. But it'd look better on my floor."

Gracie gasped, her cheeks turning pink. "Travis!"

Paul snorted into his beer. "Starting strong, huh?"

"Never not," Travis replied, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "Behave yourself."

"No promises," he said, leaning back casually.

Gracie shook her head, still flustered. "I don't know how you deal with him."

"I don't either," I said, grinning.

"But you love it," Travis quipped, his hand finding my thigh under the table.

Gracie groaned dramatically. "If you two start being all cute and disgusting, I'm leaving."

"You're just jealous," I teased.

"She is," Paul agreed, earning a nudge from Gracie.

"Anyway," she said, changing the subject, "Taylor, you have to tell me, how do you survive the chaos of being... well, you?"

I hesitated, but Travis jumped in before I could answer. "She doesn't. She just bottles it up until she's home with me, and then I get to hear all about it while she's stress-eating cookies at 2 a.m."

Gracie laughed. "Honestly? Relatable."

"Except you don't have me to listen," Paul pointed out, smirking.

"True," she said, sighing dramatically. "I need a Travis Kelce in my life."

"Sorry, I'm one of a kind," he said, squeezing my leg.

Gracie rolled her eyes, but her smile softened. "Seriously, though, I don't know how you two make it work. Between your crazy schedules and all the attention, it's impressive."

"It helps when you're obsessed with each other," Travis said without hesitation, catching me off guard.

"Obsessed?" Paul teased. "Big word for you, man."

"It's true," Travis said, shrugging like it was the simplest thing in the world. "She's everything."

I blushed, reaching for his hand under the table. "And you're not too bad yourself."

"Awww," Gracie said, clutching her chest. "Look at you two being all gross. It's actually kind of cute."

"Don't get used to it," I said, laughing.

The waiter arrived with our drinks, and the conversation shifted. We talked about work, favorite shows, and random stories, but of course, Travis couldn't resist throwing in more comments.

"So, Paul," he said at one point, "what's it like dating someone who doesn't have her own world-class army of fans?"

Paul raised an eyebrow. "Peaceful, mostly. Except when we're out in pretty busy places and a bunch of fans do recognize us. Then it's not."