Pick Me Up (A Rhett McLaughlin fanfic)

Three

"Hey, kid." Link smiled into my hair as he pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Ugh don't call me that. It makes me feel weird considering I'm just two years younger than you." I chuckled, securely wrapping my arms around his neck.

A deep chuckle came from deep in his throat as we pulled away. I looked over to the tall man next to him. A small smile was hidden under his trim beard, making me smile as well. I pulled him into a small hug, but not as long as Link's, not wanting to get too attached. I wasn't going to let him get in my mind and make me act weird again. I was going to suck it up, be a woman, and be as normal and funny as I normally am.

"Thanks again for having me guys." I grinned as we strolled through the hallway of their warehouse.

"Hey, thanks for coming." Link smiled with a light chuckle.

After several minutes of chatting and introductions, we were recording. I was sandwiched between the two of them at the small wooden table. Rhett's shoulder was lightly brushing against my own, causing me to shudder lightly. We had already done introduction on the camera and I knew the game was about to start.

"Can I just say something before we get started? I am so terribly disappointed to see water in this mug. I always thought it was coffee!" I pouted with a growing frown.

"Let's get you some coffee." Rhett smiled slightly, motioning for someone to grab a coffee for me.

"Yah! Thank you so incredibly much." I grinned uncontrollably as the warm liquid was placed in front of me.

"Sure thing." He chuckled.

"Now it's time to play, Truth or Dare featuring a person who pretty much does this for a living!" Link exclaimed, making me laugh.

"I'll admit, I'm really excited. This is right up my alley." I grinned, rubbing my hands together.

"We know." They both replied blandly, followed by a chuckle.

"Now we have asked you, mythical beasts for dares and truths. So, let's get started. Ladies first." Link announced with a growing smirk.

"Let's go dare." I shrugged, taking another sip of coffee.

"Alright, Sam M. (Random name who I'm making have a Twitter) says, 'blend together your favorite food, drink, and dessert and drink it all.'" He read, ending with a grimace.

"Alright, well my favorite drink is coffee- Dunkin specifically." I said, holding up my mug. "My favorite food is over easy eggs. And my favorite dessert is a frappe." I thought aloud, glancing between the two men beside me and the camera.

I was about to make it clear what a frappe was, since the crew was looking like it was a repeat type deal, until Rhett spoke up.

"These dang western and southern kids, they think a frappe is coffee. Get it right, people, it's a milkshake." He said in a horrible northern accent, making us all crack up.

"That's what she would've said." Link chuckled, nodding his head rapidly.

"Can I just say, that is not what I sound like. I am from Boston, not Jersey or New York. I know it's very tempting and it's a common misconception, but a Boston accent is different." I clarified sternly.

"Preach." Link shouted with a grin.

I shrugged with a cocky grin and waited for the stuff to be brought in. I poured everything into the blender, along wit some hot sauce and pepper, since that's what I like with my eggs.

"Now, I just want you to know, that my love for these foods is extreme. I've even thought about making a perfume line that no one but me would wear. I mean, coffee may do ok, but you can just go sit in Starbucks for an hour and you'll get the same effect for less money." I explained as I pulsed the food.

I poured it into a cup and took a healthy sip. Holy. Crap.

"Oh my god this is wicked good." I gawked, gulping down some more.

Link made a weird "ew"ish noise and squirmed as Rhett chuckled. It was really like a spicy coffee frappe, or milkshake.

"Seriously, this is making dreams come true. I would offer you some, but I honestly don't wanna share." I admitted, making chuckles echo through the room.

The rest of the show went well, considering Link almost puked, Rhett almost passed out, both of them whining about how "I got it good," and I got a new tattoo. Of course that was recorded after and would need to be edited in, but it really was no big deal, considering I was wanting to get a new one anyway.

Good Mythical More was spent just chatting, although it was mainly Link and I talking. I had been through three cups of coffee already, working on my fourth after we were done.

"Anyone want lunch?" Link asked as his eyes scanned the room.

Everyone answered a positive answer quickly, causing Link to look overwhelmed.

"Um, ok. What do we want?" He asked, looking slightly frazzled after the answered, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

For some reason, many of the crew members wanted McDonalds. Who would pick McDonalds out of all the choices? We're in LA for gods sake.

"I want In-N-Out." I announced, firmly crossing my arms over my chest.

Several people seconded my opinion, while some stuck to McDonalds. Link was going to get In-N-Out and Mike was picking up the McDonalds. Everyone said what they wanted and they carefully jotted it down.

"Alright, I want a double cheese burger with no lettuce or tomato with extra sauce, a side of fries with a side of sauce and some hot sauce, a large coffee with no cream or sugar, and a chocolate frappe." I said, counting the things on my fingers as Link struggled to keep up.

"Damn, woman." He muttered with a furrowed brow, making me chuckle.

"I'll pay you back for all my food, I promise." I grinned.

"Where the hell does it all go? You're so tiny." He mumbled, poking my stomach.

"It's called exercise, Link. How else would I keep these babies?" I teased, showing off my abs.

I could hear Rhett's breath catch behind me. I instantly froze and pulled my shirt down, trying not to give in to his drilling stares.

"Show off." Link muttered with a grin.

Link had just left and I turned around to meet a pair of green eyes. My heart stopped for a millisecond and all my emotions flooded back. Every time I looked into his eyes, my weakness and heart break came back. His brows were furrowed and a small frown hung on his lips. I swallowed hard, but didn't look away. I just stared deeper into his hazy orbs.

"Can we talk?" He asked softly, with his voice cracking half way.