For teampenskejlbk I am sorry for the wait, I am also sorry that it is so bad but I'm stretched pretty thin with school right now. I realize that I am rambling on, anyway, thank you for requesting!
"I hate this thing," you complained tugging on the bottom of your new cheer uniforms.
Tom disagreed, "What? You look hot."
You rolled you eyes at him and studied your reflection in the mirror. You've only been on the patriots cheer squad for a few seasons, but you could tell the uniforms were getting shorter and shorter.
"We're gonna be late," Tom added, getting up from his comfortable spot on the bed.
"How come I have to wear this?" You asked, turning the light off in your closet.
"That's what the funny or die people asked for." He explained while handing you your coat.
Tom brought you into his string embrace. In your ear he whispered, "I don't know why you feel insecure in that thing, you look gorgeous."
You looked down, amazed that after all this time his compliments could still make you blush.
"Shut up, let's go." You laughed, tossing the keys his direction.
Once you arrived at the destination of the shoot, You and Tom were ushered to your separate dressing rooms.
"I'll miss you!" Tom called as a group of stylists whisked him away. You turned red and laughed through your embarrassment.
Tom was never afraid to show the world how much he loves you.
Once your hair and makeup was done you ventured out to find Tom.
"Excuse me," you asked tapping a man on the shoulder, "Have you seen Tom?"
Just then the lights in the studio went out. You shivered slightly, the dark was one of your biggest fears.
A hand landed on your shoulder and you jumped seven feet, shrieking the entire time.
The lights turned back on and laugher filled the room. The loudest laugh, however, was Tom.
"How could you do that?" You asked trying not to join his contagious laugher.
"I couldn't resist." He laughed, pulling you into a hug.
"Hey love birds let's get this shoot done!" One of the producer called, signaling you over to a portrait backdrop and cameras.
"Let's get some photos."
Decked out in under armor the two of you stood awkwardly. You two were athletes, not models, you didn't know how these things worked.
"Act like you like each other." The photographer joked.
"How?" You asked, causing an uproar of laugher.
"I'm serious." You said, just loud enough for Tom to hear.
"Just do something." He whispered back as the situation became increasingly awkward.
"Me? Why? You do something." You spoke, more loudly this time.
"How about we give tom the football," Someone suggested as a brown blur soared over your head.
"And Kayla, maybe do a flip or something?"
Blue and red confetti started falling and you could have sworn there was a fan blowing. You did some flips, and backhand springs, while Tom tossed the football in the air.
You were aware of how dumb you looked, but because Tom was doing it with you it didn't seem to matter.
Once the two of you finally got home, you plopped down on the couch.
"So much for a bye week." Tom yawned slumping down next to you.
"I'll say." You commented resting your head on his shoulder.
He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.
"I love you, forever and always." He added, with a tight squeezing hug.
"I love you Tom, but I can't breathe"
He released you from the tight hug and the two of you got ready for bed, happily, because you got to spend the entire day together.
