TNT Short Fics

I just like hanging out with you (3/3)

It's funny, she thinks, how some of her favorite moments with him aren't the big, sweeping ones—but the small ones. The jokes. The teasing. The way he can turn any moment into something lighter, happier, somehow more themselves .

"Julia Roberts scratched my chest yesterday. How is that a thing that happened?"

She giggles tiredly, curled up against him. These mornings are rare, but they're everything. Sleepy kisses, coffee in hand, tangled sheets, and bedhead—just them and nothing else.

"Am I going to have to fight Julia?" she asks, her voice laced with amusement.

"Nah, she wouldn't stop telling me how happy she was for us. Besides, you're my girl. No one else could even come close," he says with a kiss to the top of her head.

"I can't believe you came," she says, shaking her head, still not quite believing it. "You surprised the hell out of me, you know."

"Oh, I do, I got like 20 texts from your mom and friends with videos of you. Might be my new favorite thing ever, that smile," he says, tracing a finger under her lip. It coaxes a smile out of her, and he grins back.

"No really, Trav. That... that meant so much to me," she says, placing her hand over his on her cheek.

"I know," he replies seriously. And he does. Over time, she's told him about how she always hoped for someone by her side—how she thought she'd found it, but it was too good to be true. And at the first show he attended with her mom in Paris, Andrea had told him how important it was that he was there. He wanted to be there. Loved watching her kill it onstage. But he knows how much she values people showing up for her. It's something she's always needed."

"It means a lot," she adds, voice soft.

He shrugs. "It was nothing. It's what I'm supposed to do. What I want to do."

Her eyes light up as an idea suddenly hits her, and she sits up with a burst of energy. "Wait, wait. Sit here a minute. Just be my friend Travis."

"Your friend?" he asks, confusion flickering across his face as he turns to fully face her. "I don't—"

"Shush," she continues, climbing into his lap. "Listen to me. I wanna talk about what my sweet boyfriend did. And as my friend, you are obligated to listen."

He raises an eyebrow, a teasing smirk spreading across his face. "Okay, Tay."

"Hey, Trav?" she says, her voice light with mischief.

"Yeah, girl."

She immediately flops back across his legs, flinging her arm over her eyes for dramatic effect as she exclaims, "No! You can't call me that!"

He chuckles, clearly amused. "What?"

She sits up again, narrowing her eyes at him as if he's missing the point entirely. "Friend Travis wouldn't call me 'girl.' You're flirting when you call me that," she says, poking him in the chest for emphasis.

"Maybe I'm your friend with a crush on you," he teases. "I mean, I totally would have a crush on you if you were my friend."

"Travis, treat me like one of your boys," she insists.

He rolls his eyes, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Sup, bro?"

She gives him a withering look, her lips curling into a small, amused frown.

"Okay, okay!" He throws his hands up in mock surrender. "What's up, Taylor Alison?"

She sighs but continues brightly, "You'll never believe what happened. You know how my boyfriend had to go to a wedding and was going to be gone for over a week? And how I told you how much that sucked?"