The Story of Me and T - A Tanner Buchanan Fanfic

'Over two weeks'

*Grace*

The next morning, everything was fine.  We'd resumed our best pals status, and never spoke about the incident again. I was relieved, but also a little bit disappointed. Tanner was exactly my type of guy, and I often thought about us being together. But clearly, judging by his behaviour today, he didn't feel the same. That didn't upset or concern me, I loved him dearly and was happy to take him in any circumstance that he came. I just had to work really hard to behave myself every time he stepped out the shower half naked and I day dreamed about how his naked torso would feel against mine. Or conceal my inner little girl who wanted to squeal every time he hugged and kissed me or crawled in to bed to sleep next to me, which we started doing just over a week ago..It was nice going to bed with, Tanner. I mean going to bed in the very boring convential sense of it. Nothing naughty, just sleeping and the occational chat. One night we laid awake for hours talking about anything and everything.

It was nearing the end of my trip, and the dread of leaving Tanner was looming, rendering me permanently on edge. During my stay we did a variety of things. We went out a few nights, a couple of those times we met up with Cobra Kai crew. Most of them I'd met before, but I was delighted to find that there were new members, especially a Brit called Jake who worked in production. Jake was from a town not too far from mine who took a liking to me. Which Tanner hated. Jake was a successful, good looking guy. The kind of guy who had a different girl for each day of the week. But he was quick to tell me that he wanted to change his ways and was looking for a girl to settle down with, preferably someone who shared his roots. The hint was strong, and every time Jake came near me, Tanner was by my side establishing a sort of protective, ownership over me, which was silly. I was big girl, I could take care of myself.

We also spent a lot of time reading over his lines, I really enjoyed helping him prepare. He was such a great actor and every time we rehearsed, I found myself floored by his talent. It had become our post dinner ritual, something that we did every night. But not this one apparently.

'Where's your script?' I asked, shouting behind me as I washed the dishes.

'It's here' he answered from the couch, on the edge of his seat. He was nervous which I first noticed over dinner when he just played with his food rather that actually ate it.

I finished up and went to join him. Once I sat down, he shifted in his seat.

'What's wrong, T?

'Nothing... I thought maybe we'd skip reading tonight. I did the lines with Becky earlier, so there's really no point' Becky played his love interest and the reason for his behaviour suddenly became clear.

'Oh, the love birds are filming tomorrow then. What are you doing, a sex scene?' I asked joking.

He didn't answer but blushed slightly and looked away, effectively giving me all the affirmation, I needed. I felt sick, and green with envy. That bitch. It was work, sure, but I just knew she had a thing for Tanner. I could tell by her lame excuses to call him non-stop and the ridiculously revealing clothes she wore whenever we all went out. Not to mention that every-time she was around she couldn't keep her hands off of him.  I tried to brush it off. I was annoyed but had no right to have any animosity towards Tanner.

'Okay. No problem. What would you like to do tonight T?'

He seemed relieved. I was grateful for that. He relaxed back in his seat and turned his head to address me.

'What would you like to do?'  he asked with a smile.

That smile that got me every time.  It drew emphasis to his mouth, and then the thought of her lips on his came to me. Demolishing the atmosphere like a fucking wrecking ball.