boone request !! i would love to see kate bringing along her friend from new york who’s like a girl version of scott !! maybe she’s a bit in love with scott but it’s one sided so she finds comfort in boones sweet nature and falls for him
His Warmth Melts Ice | Boone x Reader
Warnings: Weed, reader smokes
A/N: No one can convince me Boone isn’t a stoner.
You were in a bad mood. You were almost always in a bad mood but today’s mood was particularly foul. Because of a man. You cursed yourself for letting a man have this much of an effect on your mood.
It’s not like you were in love with Scott but he was exactly your type and the two of you basically had the same personality. So his cold indifference to you hurt. He was meaner to Kate though.
Scott was currently ignoring you both, in an argument with Javi. “I’m gonna go get a drink,” you mumbled to Kate. “Okay,” she patted your arm. You made your way to the convenience store, trailing behind Tyler Owens and his crew.
They all filed into the store but the last guy, Tyler’s camera man, you recognized him, caught a glimpse of you behind him. His eyes widened and he stepped back to hold the door open for you. His friend gave him a weird look.
“Thanks,” you mumbled, walking past him.
You were getting a slushie from the machine when the same guy sidled up next to you. “Hey,” he greeted you eagerly. “I’m Boone. You’re Kate’s friend, right?” You briefly wondered how Boone knew Kate’s name, but then remembered Tyler talking to Kate yesterday.
“Yeah,” you answered coldly. You didn’t offer your name. This didn’t deter Boone though. “What’s your name, honey?”
You side-eyed him. He wasn’t really your type, but you had to admit he was cute.
“(Name),” you replied after a minute.
“(Name),” he repeated, your name rolling off his tongue smoothly. “What a pretty name for a pretty girl.”
You kept your face carefully blank and didn’t respond.
“Boone!” Tyler barked from the door. “Come on!” Boone gave him the finger before turning back to you. “Gotta go. See you around, East Coast!”
You watched him follow Tyler out the door. You rolled your neck before capping your slushie and paying for it up at the counter. Then you made your way back to Javi and Kate.
The second time you talked to Boone was at a local bar. Both Storm Par and the Wranglers had coincidentally chosen the location to unwind for the night after a day of chasing. You were sat at the bar, pounding back drinks. Maybe you had some alcoholic tendencies.
“East Coast!” A cheerful voice rang out.
You turned on the bar stool to face Boone. “Boone,” you greeted flatly. His eyes wandered over to the plethora of empty glasses on the counter in front of you. “Good lord, girl,” he whistled. “How are you not knocked on your ass right now?”
Boone shrugged, helping himself to the stool next to you. “That’s alright, baby, we can just sit here.”
You felt your cheeks warm. You blamed it on the alcohol.
“So tell me, East Coast, what brings you ‘round these parts?”
You sipped from your waterbottle. “Javi brought Kate on board to help track storms because she’s a natural at predicting all things tornado. I came for moral support.”
“Aw, what a sweet friend you are,” Boone beams at you. “How long have you and Kate been friends?”
Normally you’d be sarcastic until he stopped asking questions, but the liquor loosened your tongue and lowered your defenses. “Five years. We met her first week in New York.”
Boone seemed genuinely interested. “Tell me about you, East Coast.”
It had been a long time since anyone wanted to hear anything about you. You didn’t know what to say. Boone seemed to pick up on how the question stumped you. “What’s something you love?”
“The ocean,” you answered in a heartbeat.
Boone blinked. “The ocean?”
You nodded, getting a far off look in your eye. “I’m at home when I’m near the sea.”
“Well you’re a far way from home, East Coast.”
Boone hummed. “That’s nice, I always wanted a sibling growing up.”
“Yup!” Boone exclaimed. “But Tyler’s like my brother.”
You both looked over to Tyler, who was currently in a staredown with Javi while Kate stood between them looking uncomfortable.
“Oh lord,” you muttered. You stood to go intervene, but Boone stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. “Let it play out,” he encouraged. “That lil love triangle is their problem.”
It was true, you really didn’t feel like getting involved. “Yeah, okay,” you grumbled, turning back in your seat. You flagged down the bartender for another shot. He set it down in front of you and you knocked it back while Boone watched you.
“Well it was nice talking to you,” you told Boone flatly. Although while you’d never admit it out loud, you’d enjoyed it. You stood on shockingly steady feet, and Boone mirrored your action. “Aw, you leavin’?”
“Yup.” You stood awkwardly, unsure of the right way to end this interaction. Something felt wrong about just walking away.
Almost like Boone sensed your inner turmoil again, he held out his hand. You took it reluctantly, and Boone raised your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.
“Goodnight, gorgeous,” Boone winked, before turning and making his way back to his group. You watched him go, caught off guard by the move. You shook your head like the physical action would clear your thoughts before tipping the bartender and going back to your motel room.
The third time you talked to Boone was in a much more intimate setting. It was late, real late, late enough that the tailgate outside the motel was packing up as everyone headed to bed. You’d been stargazing in a field, so you were late coming back to your room.
You spotted him before he spotted you this time. Tyler’s truck was parked right next to the stairs you’d need to take to your room. Boone was sitting in the bed of the truck with one of his crew members, the girl with short hair who you always saw in the RV. The rest of his crew wasn’t around, you assumed they’d gone to bed.
You didn’t say anything nor look at him as you went to ascend the stairs, but despite that…
“Hey, ocean girl!” Boone’s friend called to you. You don’t think she’s talking to you at first, but there’s no one else around.
“Sorry?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Come talk to Boone, he’s been missing you!”
“Dani!” Boone scowled and hit her lightly in the arm.
You felt a smile creep onto your face and turned it into a smirk. You walked over to them, standing in front of the truck bed and crossing your arms.
“Booney baby,” you cooed mockingly. “Did you miss me?”
Boone’s face turned bright red and you accidentally giggled. A grin spread across Boone’s flushed face at the sound. Emboldened by a show of your real emotions, he responded, “Maybe I did.”
Dani glanced between you two, smirking before standing and jumping out the bed of the truck. She motioned for you to take her place. “I’m going to bed. You two have fun,” she winked.
Reluctantly, you did end up taking her place in the bed of the truck.
“You smoke?” Boone asked, pulling out a bong. “I do.” Who were you to turn down free weed?
Boone grinned, setting the bong between his feet and pulling out a grinder. As he began packing the bowl, you asked, “So why’d your friend call me ‘ocean girl’?”
Boone didn’t look at you as he continued to pack the bowl. His cheeks turned pink but you could hardly tell in the lighting. “I might have mentioned you.”
“What’d you say?” you asked curiously.
“Ask me later.” Boone handed you the bong and pulled out a lighter. He lit the bowl for you and you took a hit. You passed it back to Boone. Boone took a hit. “So what are you doing coming back to your room so late?” He passed you the bong.
“I was stargazing in a field,” you answered before putting your lips to the bong. Boone watched you intensely as you took a hit and blew the smoke. “That sounds nice,” he finally said. He took the bong when you offered.
“It was.” You’d only taken two hits, but as large as they were and as good as Boone’s weed was, you were feeling pleasantly relaxed.
“Why are you up so late?”
Boone blew smoke. “Oh I’m always the last one to go to bed, I smoke before I sleep every night.”
Boone continued lighting the bowl for you every time it was your turn.
You finished the bowl and you were both perfectly high. The conversation flowed as you both relaxed in the truck bed. Time flew by and before you knew it, you’d been there for an hour.
“Hey,” you said with a smirk. “Guess what it is.”
Boone looked confused. “Huh?”
“It’s later,” you drawled. “So what did you tell your friends about me?”
Boone was high enough that he actually answered you truthfully.
“They been askin’ bout you since I held the door open for you at the gas station. Cause they noticed how interested in you I was. Then I learned a little about you and of course they demanded to know what…”
“Why were you so interested in me?”
“I thought you were real pretty,” Boone said simply. “And I’m loving every second of getting to know you.”
You blushed, thankful it was dark out and he probably couldn’t see it. You didn’t know what to say now though. “...Thank you,” you eventually managed. “It’s been… nice to get to know you too.” Weed made you too honest.
Uncomfortable with how intimate it had become, not because of Boone but just because of your anxiety, you clambered out of the truck bed. “Goodnight, Boone. Thanks for the sesh.” You didn’t know what to do to let him know he hadn’t done anything wrong, so you just reached into the bed and patted his thigh. Then you turned and went to your room.
Boone was weird after that. Your message hadn’t gotten across, because Boone one hundred percent believed he had scared you off.
You felt awful, for some reason, and even Scott had noticed the absolute drop in your mood. Kate was worried.
You found yourself seeking him out after a week because he hadn’t sought you out. You couldn’t get a chance to get him alone, but you knew you had to talk to him. So you boldly approached his entire group at a tailgate a week later.
Boone looked excited to see you, to your relief.
“East Coast! You comin’ to see me?”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “I did. Could we take a walk? I wanted to talk to you.”
Boone jumped down from the top of the truck, eagerly following you. You both fell into step side by side next to the empty road.
“I’m sorry about the other night,” you said quietly.
“Aw, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Boone looked at you but you looked away.
Boone was silent for a moment. “Yeah?” His voice was quiet.
“If you were saying that you like me, I like you too.”
Boone stopped walking, grabbing your shoulders in his hands. “Can I kiss you?” He almost whispered the question. You nodded eagerly. Boone cupped your face in his hands and kissed you sweetly.
You felt your heart start beating faster.
You clung to Boone’s shirt as he kissed you. His mustache tickled under your nose, but it was soft.
When Boone pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath. “So do you maybe wanna go on a date?”
You smiled genuinely, purely happy.
