idk man, i’m tired.

“You’re welcome.” He laughed shyly. You gave him a playful look before going into your pure and getting some antacids.

“Here. Take these for your tummy. And then take a breath. You’re gonna be great.” You assured him as he swallowed the antacids.

“If you say so.” He sighed and shook his nerves out.

“I do say so. Now go. I’ll be watching the whole time.” You gave him a reassuring smile and pushed him towards the stage. Tom started to walk towards the stage but then turned back to pull you into a hug.

“Thanks for being here.” He said as he squeezed you tightly.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” You chuckled and hugged him back. Tom pulled away after a minute and started it walk towards the stage but you pulled him back by his hand.

“Wait. Come here for a second.” You said and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. It wasn’t something you usually did, but something you felt he needed. Tom’s entire face burned red and he looked at you with wide eyes as he touched his cheek.

“What was that for?” He laughed shyly.

“A good luck kiss. To wish you luck out there.” You smiled timidly.

“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smiled as well and kept his fingers where your lips had been.

“You’re welcome. Now go kill it.” You patted his cheek before pushing him towards the stage again. You stood in the wings and watched Tom give his speech, giving him an excited wave every time he looked over at you. His speech was met with an standing ovation that included you clapping the loudest of all. He ran off the stage afterwards and scooped you up into a hug.

“Ah! You did great. That was amazing!” You hugged him tightly as he spun you around in a circle.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. I would’ve been rambling and stuttering and totally embarrassing myself out there if you weren’t here.” He said once he set you down.

“Oh, no. I can’t take the credit for your innate ability to charm a crowd.” You complimented him, making him blush again.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only person in the world who finds my run on sentences charming.” Tom said with a shy smile.

“Good. I want to be your only one.” You smiled fondly at you before realizing you said too much. That confession along with the kiss from before put you in new territory for your friendship. There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a second until you changed the subject.

“Come on. Let’s go celebrate. You earned it.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him towards the festivities. An hour later, you had drinks in your hands and the jacket around your shoulders was his. Tom kept sneaking glances at you all night, unable to stop thinking about the kiss. Even if it was just on the cheek, it was uncharted territory for you guys. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it meant and why you did it. Most of all, he thought about how much he wanted it to happen again. He really wanted to kiss you back, and not just on the cheek this time. You caught Tom looking at you and gave him a fond smile that almost gave him the confidence to kiss you. Before he could, he lost his nerve and the moment ended.

The following week, Tom asked you to join him at his celebrity golf tournament. The two of you got ready in his tent before the game started and put on the matching outfits you had brought. Tom watched you twirl around in front of the mirror in your white tennis skirt and shirt that had Tom’s last name on it and couldn’t help but smile.

“Golf skirts are so cute. I wish the sport itself wasn’t so boring so I could wear these more.” You said as you admired the way the skirt moved in the mirror. Tom was admiring it as well while feeling guilty for looking at his best friend that way.

“You know you could just wear them without playing golf.” He chuckled as his eyes followed the way you twirled.

“No I can’t. Everyone will know I’m not a real golf player.” You whined and turned away from the mirror.

“I believe the term is golfer, love.” Tom laughed again.

“Not for me it isn’t.” You sighed. Tom looked at the skirt again and gulped loudly. You suddenly noticed the way he was staring at you and you made awkward eye contact with each other. You both quickly looked away as Tom’s face turned pink.

“Are you excited to get out there and play?” You said to change the subject.

“I was when I woke up. I just didn’t realize how many people would be watching. The pressure is kinda getting to me now.” Tom admitted as he peaked his head out of the tent.

“Don’t worry about all those people. You’re gonna do great out there. You love golf. Which I really don’t understand because honestly I can’t imagine anything more boring than silently hitting balls towards holes in the ground but for some reason, it makes you happy. So don’t go out there and think about all the people watching. Think about how you get to do what makes you happy for a great cause.”

“Thanks. You always know what to say.” Tom smiled softly at you as he made he way over to you.

“Every now and then I do.” You laughed shyly, still flustered from the way he had been looking at you.

“No. You always do.” He corrected you while looking anywhere but in your eyes.

“I think you’re the only one who thinks that. But thanks for saying it.” You smiled fondly at him and finally met his gaze.

“You’re welcome.” He said in a quiet voice, practically a whisper. You stared at each other for a moment, only breaking apart when Tom’s name was called.

“Holland? They’re ready for you on the course.”

“Okay. Guess I better go.” Tom said and picked up his golf bag. It was a similar situation to the last time you kissed his cheek and he hoped you realized that too. He’s been yearning for another kiss every second since the last one and hoped this would prompt you to give him one.

“Good luck.” You smiled and gave him two thumbs up. You didn’t try to kiss his cheek again, which made Tom frown.

“Here I go.” He said and nodded towards the exit of the tent.

“All right. I’ll see you out there.” You laughed awkwardly, not sure what he was doing.

“Uh huh. I’m going now.” He repeated, making one last attempt to drop the hint that he wanted a kiss.

“Are you?” You teased him and the dropped the act. He started toying with the straps of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at you.

“Remember how the other day, before I gave my speech, I was feeling really nervous? So you kissed me on the cheek to wish me luck?”

“I remember.” You said quietly, feeling nervous now that he brought that up.

“Well it actually really calmed me down. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like you have calming powers in your lipstick or something.”

“Maybe I do. But then again, maybe not. Maybe it’s mabelline.”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just you.” He smiled shyly at you. “So, um, I was wondering -only if you want- you could maybe possibly do it again?”

“You want a kiss on the cheek?” Your face lit up when you realized why he was acting so strange. You’d been worried about the kiss, thinking you had crossed a boundary, only to find out he had liked it.

“Yes. But only for good luck. No other reason.” He clarified as his eyes darted to the side.

“For luck? But I thought it calmed you down?” You tested him while walking towards him.

“It did both. It calmed me down and that’s why I was able to give a good speech.”

“I see. So you want another good luck kiss? For your nerves?” You raised and eyebrow and stood directly in front of him.

“Yeah. For my nerves.” He lied, heart pounding now that the kiss might happen again. Sure enough, you playfully rolled your eyes at him before going up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. This one lasted longer than the last but his face blushed just the same.

“Good luck.” You said sincerely once you pulled away. Tom’s entire face melted as he looked at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen on him.

“Thanks, darling. I’m sure to win now.”

Before you could say anything else, Tom was called again and had to go this time. You watched him play from the sidelines (are there sidelines in golf idfk) and cheered him on whenever he hit the ball into the hole. Golf was a quiet sport (I’m just guessing at this point) so you were the only one cheering but you didn’t mind the looks you got. You only cared about supporting Tom. Tom ending up winning the tournament or something idk how golf works lolz he scored a three point shot in the hole woop he won yay. He met you back at the tent afterwards with his trophy/metal/golf prize and scooped you up in a hug.

“Congratulations! That went pretty well, right? I still have no idea how golf works. You wanted the least amount of points, right?” You said once he put you down.

“Darling, that was the best game I’ve ever played. Your kisses are like magic.” He exclaimed, making your face feel warm.

“I’m glad you think so.” You said in a quieter voice.

“I know so. I bet if you ever kissed me on the mouth, I’d get like, real superpowers or something.” Tom blurted. You both looked at each other, unsure who was more surprised that he said that. He normally wouldn’t have been so bold, but the high of winning had gotten to him.

“Yeah. Who knows what would happen?” You laughed to break the awkward silence that had settled. You looked at each other again and ever so slowly started to lean in. Before anything could happen, the moment was interrupted.

“Tom, you’re wanted outside for an interview.” Someone popped into your tent to say.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “The press is here.”

“Don’t be sorry. Go celebrate. I’ll be here when you get back.” You told him, equally disappointing that the moment was gone.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you. Or if I could take you with me. There’s a lot of people out there and having you by my side makes these things a little easier. I don’t know. I guess you just make me brave.”

“Tommy, you got this. You don’t need me to make you brave. You just won the whole tournament tournament. If you can do that, you can totally talk to a few journalists.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” He nodded but didn’t seem convinced. You wanted to calm his nerves but it seemed like words weren’t working. Without thinking, you pulling him down by his shirt and kissed both of his cheeks.

“Both cheeks?” He smiled shyly when you leg go of his shirt.

“Extra luck.” You shrugged. “Not that you need it.”

“Thanks.” His smile widened as he touched his cheek.

After the golf tournament, Tom had a few weeks off from his usual busy schedule. While he usually welcomed time to himself, he couldn’t help but be disappointed that he had run out of opportunities to get you to kiss him again. He looked over at you after stopped to get gas and decided that if no opportunities presented themselves, he had to create them himself. He looked at the gas pump before sheepishly looking over at you.

“What are you waiting for?” You wondered when Tom didn’t get out of the car.

“Did you know that sometimes people put gas in their cars and blow up?” Tom said very matter of factly.

“Is that true?” You asked skeptically.

“Maybe. Who’s to say? Anyways, I’m kinda nervous it might happen to me right now.” He said as he looked at your out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re nervous you’re gonna put gas in the car and it’s gonna blow up?” You asked, catching on to what he was doing.

“Yes.”

“Ah. I see. And I’m guessing you want a kiss for good luck? In case you blow up?”

“In case I blow up, yes.” Tom nodded and looked at you hopefully.

“You’re too cute.” You chuckled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He beamed in excitement before getting out of the car to pump the gas.

“Did you blow up?” You asked once he got back in.

“You would’ve known if I did.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

“I don’t know anything anymore, Tommy. Things I thought I knew have become the things I wonder about.” You sighed and looked out the window. Even thought he knew he shouldn’t, Tom thought into this. He’d been thinking a lot lately about your friendship and if it would ever move past platonic and he wondered if that’s what you’d been wondering about too.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked you, noticing the way you stiffened.

“I don’t know. Just like, things I thought were one thing are starting to look like they could be other things.” You shrugged. Your vague answer made Tom even more determined to unearth your true meaning.

“Interesting, interesting. And what if you elaborated on that?” He asked you.

“What if you drove away from this gas station and let the people in line behind us fill their tank?” You laughed and pointed to the cars behind you. Tom quickly put the car into park and drove away but didn’t stop thinking about what you had said.

A week later, Tom forced you to go to an Urgent care after spending the last few days feeling under the weather. You didn’t feel like you had to go, but went to put Tom’s Kim’s at ease.

“What’s taking them so long? I feel like we’ve been waiting for hours.” He asked as he paced the floor.

“It’s been three minutes.” You pointed out before blowing your nose.

“Longest three minutes of my life. What’s taking so long?” He whined and checked outside of the door again.

“The doctor said it would take at least 15 minutes to run the test. Just be patient.”

“I can’t. I can’t relax. Not until I know you’re okay.” Tom shook his head and started to chew on his nails. You felt bad that he was so worked up, so you pulled his hand out of his mouth and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll be okay, okay? You don’t need to worry about me.” You said in a soft tone.

“I’ll always worry about you, darling. Can’t help it.” He said with a pout. You smiled at him and patted his cheek just as the doctor came in.

“Oh thank God. Is she okay?” Tom asked the doctor.

“We got the results-“

“Oh God. It’s cancer. It’s cancer, isn’t it?” Tom cut her off.

“No. We didn’t even test for that. We were just testing for strep. Which she doesn’t have.” The doctor said flatly.

“What? So what’s wrong with her?”

“She’s fine. She just has a viral infection in her sinuses.” The doctor explained and handed you the lab work.

“A what?” Tom asked and took the lab work from your hands.

“Your girlfriend just has the sniffles.” The doctor sighed. You gave her an apologetic smile as Tom read your results.

“Oh. Okay. That’s not so bad. We can handle sniffles.” Tom nodded and put his hand on your back.

“I’m prescribing amoxicillin. You can pick it up in an hour at your pharmacy.” The doctor said as she wrote something out on her prescription pad. She held the prescription out and Tom took it.

“Thanks, doc.” He smiled gratefully at her.

“No problem. Feel better. For mine and your boyfriends sake.” She winked at you before leaving the room.

“This is such a relief. I really thought you were gonna die.” Tom sighed and pulled you into his chest.

“Why? My only symptom is a runny nose.” You chuckled.

“And crusty eyes and a cough and you haven’t heard anything I’ve said for the past few days which means clogged ears.”

“That’s just because I’ve been ignoring you.” You teased him. Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you before looking down at the prescription again.

“Did, uh, did you hear the doctor call you my girlfriend?” Tom asked coyly without looking at you.

“I didn’t hear anything with these clogged ears.”

“I definitely heard it. She also called me your boyfriend. Weird, right?” He forced a laugh but watched carefully for your reaction.

“So weird. I wonder why she thought we were a couple?”

“Maybe because you kissed me right before she walked in. Since you’re so infatuated with me and what not.” Tom shrugged before cracking a smile.

“Please. You needed that kiss. You were about to spin out and only these luscious lips could reel you back in.”

“Those luscious lips probably just gave me a sinus infection.” Tom laughed and wiped where your lips had been.

“Oh no. I got my sickness all over your cheek.” You pretended to pout while you wiped your hands all over his face.

“Ew. Get those germs hands away from me.” He laughed and swatted your hands away.

“I thought you liked me all over you.” You said, creating yet another awkward silence to fill the room. You exchanged awkward looks until Tom cleared his throat.

“Come on.” He said. “Let’s go get your medicine so I can finally have some peace.”

Tom had to wait until you weren’t contagious anymore before he could work up the nerve to ask for another kiss. He watched you struggling to open a jar of pickles for a while before deciding to test his luck with you.

“I can’t open this.” You whined and tried to open the jar again.

“Oh, I see. You need a big strong man, don’t you?” Tom said and flexed his biceps for you.

“Yeah. Do you know any?” You teased him as your eyed his biceps.

“Give it here, love. I’ll open it for you.” He winked at you and took the jar. He flexed for you again and you threw your hand over your forehead and pretended to swoon. Tom smiled shyly before trying to open the jar. He paused suddenly when he got an idea in his head.

“Before I do, how about a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“They used to be for good luck. Before you started abusing their power.”

“This is for good luck.” He insisted. “I need the luck incase I cut myself on the lid.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him before kissing his cheek. Tom smiled to himself before opening the jar for you.

As the weeks went on, Tom slowly got more comfortable asking for kisses and was soon asking for them nearly every day. They started off as infrequent kisses for good luck and soon became a daily occurrence any time Tom could think of an excuse to ask for one.

“Can I have a kiss before I go?” He asked before going to set.

“Wait! Come back! Kiss me!” He called after you when you got off the couch during a movie night.

“Gimme a kiss. Please? Just a little one?” He whined when you walked away from your cart at the grocery store.

“How about a kiss right here?” He asked and tapped his cheek when he stopped at a red light. You playfully rolled your eyes before leaning over the console to kiss his cheek.

“You really like being kissed on the cheek, huh?”

“From you, I do.”

“So no one else? Just me?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Only you, darling. If someone else tried to kiss my cheek, I’d kick them into the head so hard they saw the curvature of the earth.”

“Damn.” You laughed. “You could just move away.”

“Yeah but that wouldn’t send the message, would it?” Tom smiled as he looked over at you.

“And what is the message exactly?”

“That these cheeks belongs to another.” He said suavely and looked over at you. You laughed at his joke but kept your eyes on him as he continued to drive. When Tom noticed you staring at him, he felt his face flush and looked at you. He got so caught up in your eyes that he nearly ran the next red light.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked as he stopped short.

“You almost ran that red.” You chuckled and looked away, pleased with the effect you had on him.

“Because you were staring at me like that scary picture of Miley Cyrus.” Tom said, making your smile fall.

“I wasn’t. I was just thinking.” You replied and playfully swatted his arm.

“About what?”

“You and me. Us.” You shrugged and turned to stare out Tom’s passenger window. Tom did a double take at you and struggled to keep his eyes on the road.

“Us?” He squeaked.

“Yeah. Us.”

“What about us?” He asked as his heart pounded in his ears.

“I don’t know. Do you ever feel like we’re more than friends?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, yeah, we’re friends. But we also do things that I would never do with my other friends. The number one example being kissing your cheek. But there’s a lot more than that, do you know what I mean? I feel like we’re always doing things that I would never do with any other of my friends. Only you.”

“Yeah. I know what you mean.” Tom smiled softly as he looked over at you.

“You do?” You asked hopefully.

“I do. I do feel like we’re more than friends. I know we’re not dating, but I also know that-“

“We’re not just friends?” You finished his sentence for him. He looked over at you again and nodded with a fond smile.

“Yeah. Exactly.” He replied. He turned his eyes back to the road but you continued to stare at him. Tom soon felt you put your hand on his left cheek to pull his face closer and kiss his right cheek.

“What was that one for? I didn’t even have to ask.” Tom blushed and touched his cheek.

“That was for understanding me.” You smiled and put your hand on his knee. You exchanged another fond look before driving in comfortable silence.

As the weeks went on, Tom continued to ask for kisses for random things and you continued to give them. What started as a sweet gesture for good luck became a common occurrence between the two of you. You often thought about the conversation you had about being more than friends and wondered what would happen if one day, you moved the kiss just a few inches over. These are the things you thought about while you waited for Tom to get out of his trailers bathroom so you could walk with him to set.

“All right. Come on. You’re first on the call sheet so you can’t be late.” You said as you knocked on Tom’s bathroom door. He opened it up and gave you a grumpy look until you handed him a cup of coffee. He gave you a grateful smile before slipping an arm around your waist to pull you closer and kiss the side of your head.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Tom said through a yawn before sipping his coffee. You grabbed his scripts and a book to read while you waited for him on set before going to the door. Tom’s feet shuffled behind you but stopped once he reached the door. You went to open the trailer door but he reached over you and shut it.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna be late.” You turned to ask him.

“It’ll be fine. Before I go, can I have a kiss for good luck?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“Good luck for what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Just in general. For my day. Don’t you want me to have a lucky day?” Tom teased you and turned his face to the side so you could kiss his cheek. You looked into his eyes and thought about the conversation you had had with him the day before. If you were ever going to fully cross over from friends to something more, somebody had to make the first move. That move came in the form of you you cupping his chin between your fingers to turn his face towards yours. Tom looked confused so before you could overthink it, you pulled him down to kiss him. Tom’s eyes flew open before fluttering shut, tickling your face as they closed. He stepped closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, he looked stunned for a minute, then smiled.

“Wow. It really was-“

“If you say it was your lucky day I’m gonna knock you out.” You cut him off.

“Psh. I wasn’t.” He scoffed and looked down at his fingernails. He thought about the kiss again and looked up at you with the biggest smile in the world.

“Okay, I was.” He admitted. “But how lucky am I? The loveliest girl in the world just kissed me.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words before slipping your hand into his. You walked hand in hand to the set and went up to the director.

“Oh, hey Tom. Good to see you again. Who’s your friend?” The director smiled and pointed to you.

“Friend? Oh no, you just be mistaken.“ Tom smiled suavely as he wrapped an arm around you. You rolled your eyes with affection and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“See you after?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Yep. Good luck out there.” You replied before leaning up to kiss his cheek, just for old times sake.

“Psh.” He scoffed playfully. “Who needs luck?”

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