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elisgalpal) wrote2008-01-11 03:13 pm
elisgalpal) wrote2008-01-11 03:13 pm
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FNL fic part two
Okay, here's part two. Man, I have got to come up with a title. *sigh*
He didn't know where to go. So this time, he parked outside of Tyra's house. Didn't knock, knew he wouldn't be welcomed so he slept in his truck...again.
“Tim Riggins, what the hell are you doing out here?” Tyra yelled and started banging on the truck door.
“Ow.” he grumbled as he sat up and hit his head on the steering wheel. He rolled down the window. “Didn't wanna bother ya Tyra so I slept out here. I'm not hurting anything, I didn't stink up your house, and I'll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” He opened the door and got out of the truck. She shut the door so he walked around to the front of his truck, leaning against it, and waiting for questions he knew he had to answer. He noticed her eyes were puffy and asked “you okay?”
“Yes, I'm fine.”
“Just curious. Looks like you've had a rough night of your own is all.”
“Yeah, well, I cried.”
“Landry?”
“Yeah. How do you know Landry?”
“English.”
“Oh yeah, he had to help your screwed up ass pass didn't he?”
“Ha ha. Yeah, and now I read.”
She laughed. Loud and hard. “You? You read? Shut up Tim Riggins, you do not read.”
“I do. I read, I do my own homework now even.”
“Man, living with the Taylors made you a new man.”
“Yeah, well, that's over.”
“You did not try anything with Julie. So help me if you did I will...” She walked closer him, hand in a fist in the air threatening him.
“Stop. I didn't try anything with Julie Taylor. She got drunk last night at that party after she was playing quarters with your Landry. I found her with some guy who was trying to get in her pants so I talked to him and he left. I took her home, she wouldn't stop talking, and then after I took her shoes off, I had to put her up on the bed so she wouldn't fall off. That is of course when she wrapped her arms around my neck and wouldn't let go and then Coach walked in, wouldn't listen to me, and threw me out.”
“Did you tell him what happened? Did you stay and try to explain once he was out of Juie's room?”
“Tyra, if I was in that house and Julie wasn't around he would have killed me. Yeah, I really think he would have killed me. You did not see his face. You did not see the anger in his eyes. The man was not going to listen.”
“You had clothes on right?”
“Yes Tyra, my clothes were on, Julie's clothes were on and they stayed on all night thanks to me cause that guy would have had them off of her wherever he could have found an empty bed or couch or car seat.” Tim rubbed his eyes with his hands and then ran them through his hair. “What? You're staring at me.”
She didn't answer him and simply continued to stare.
“What?”
Now smiling she walked to him and hugged him. “You're a good guy Tim Riggins. I knew ya had it in ya. Didn't realize it would take Julie Taylor to bring it out of ya though.”
“Ha. You're funny now let go of me unless of course you still want me.”
She backed away from him, smacking his chest for good measure ensuring he knows she's done with him. “You know I don't” she said emphatically while glaring.
“I know.”
“Besides, you're more interested in miss Julie Taylor it seems.”
“What?”
“Yep, you and Julie. No wonder Coach Taylor was so pissed at ya.” Tyra was joking but she wasn't so sure once she saw Tim's reaction.
“Look, I'll find another driveway to sleep in. See ya Tyra.” Tim straightened and walked around the truck to the driver's side door and grabbed the handle.
“Tim, stop. I'm sorry. I was pickin, you know that. And you can stay here again if you need to. I'm being hospitable.” She honestly wanted him to stay.
He stood, fingers gripping the door handle of his truck, contemplating her offer. “Yeah, maybe. Gotta go. See ya Tyra.” Without a second glance he got in his truck, shut the door, and started the ignition. He still didn't know how to react when someone showed kindness to him without needing anything in return other than the possibility of friendship. Tim Riggins hadn't been shown a lot of love and generosity in his lifetime and now it seems to be abundant in his life.
Tim Riggins had to face coach and it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do early on a Saturday morning. But there was practice and he was on thin ice even before he was caught in Julie's room. He drove to school and walked into the locker room. By the glares he received from his teammates he figured news had traveled faster than he ever imagined. He opened his locker and took his shirt off.
“Riggins.”
He stood still and stared straight ahead. “Yeah seven?”
“I'd like a moment of your time.” Matt fought hard to hold back his anger in the locker room in front of his team.
“Sure seven. Lemme dress and I'll be out.”
Tim dressed for practice and went in search of Matt, knowing what the conversation would entail. “Seven” he said quietly.
Matt Saracen was QB 1 for the Dillon Panthers and screwed up royally with the coach's daughter. But he'd loved her and after what he'd heard earlier in the locker room he had to put a stop to whatever ideas Tim Riggins had about Julie Taylor...no matter how easily Riggins could kick his ass. He turned and stepped as close as he could to number 33. “Riggins, stay the hell away from Julie.”
“You, seven, have no right to tell me anything at all about Julie Taylor.” Riggins gave it right back but knew he didn't want to fight Saracen. He'd argue all day but he was not going to hit him.
She chose that moment, that morning to find her father and speak to him. She was about to turn the corner and heard the two voices.
Angry voice.
Gentle voice.
Matt was defending her, even if there was nothing to defend. She almost smiled, realizing Matt still might care about her but any idea she had about being happy about his jealousy left when the sight of Matt kissing Carlotta in his car flashed in her mind. It was over and he had no right.
“I have every right in the world to tell you to stay away from Julie. I know how you are Tim. I know what you say in the locker room, I know you've been with god knows how many girls and Julie does not need that in her life. She does not need a guy like you in her life so stay the hell away from her.” His hand was balled in a fist by his side. He would hit Riggins in a heartbeat...all he had to do was say the wrong words and no one would care. “They won't come to your rescue. They're pissed at you because you've pissed off Coach. Taking advantage of her...really Tim, thought you had it easier than that with girls. Leave her the hell alone.” Matt turned to walk away and cool off but he stopped at the sound of Tim's voice.
“Ya know what Saracen? Julie would not have been nearly as drunk at that party if she hadn't seen you all over your grandma's nurse right in front of her.”
Julie could make out the anger on his face around his eyes but Tim Riggins voice sounded as calm as she'd ever heard anyone speak. She felt a tear fall down her cheek realizing it was her fault as the cloudy memories of the night before came flooding through her mind.
“It is not my fault you completely took advantage of her.”
“You are an idiot Saracen. You had a great girl and ya didn't attempt to fight him for her. She fell in love with you man, and you let her go. You were a complete pushover which only made it seem like you didn't care enough to fight for her, for her love. You let her go. She's trying to deal with a hell of a lot right now and you threw your new love in her face. Let her go seven.” Riggins calmly walked toward the field and the start of practice.
“Its not over Riggins. This is not over.” His blood was boiling and it showed through in the anger in his voice as Tim Riggins continued out to the field, ignoring him and his warning.
“Yeah it is Matt” she quietly spoke as she walked closer to the boy she once loved.
“You're taking up for him after what he did to you? Your...your dad takes him in when he wouldn't let me stay if I needed. He takes...takes complete advantage of you while you're, you're drunk and plans to do god only knows what to you and you're standing here defending him?”
“Wow, you've changed.”
He didn't know what to say to that. He was different. He could feel it. But she still found a way to get him tongue-tied and flustered. He couldn't respond.
“You're Matt Saracen. QB1 for the Dillon Panthers.” She paused a moment before continuing, not sure exactly how much she should tell him, not that he deserved an explanation at all. “He didn't touch me. Well, other than the touching he needed to do to get my drunk ass into the house and in my bed without passing out on the floor. What my dad saw was just that. Tim Riggins helping me onto my bed so I wouldn't fall on the floor. And frankly, it is none of your business what I did or what I might want to do with Tim Riggins. You've got Carlotta and you both seem very happy. Leave Tim alone.” She was standing in front of him, hands on her hips when it hit her. She was now officially and completely over Matt Saracen. He could do whatever he wanted with Carlotta and Julie would be fine...eventually. “The world cannot revolve around you and what you want in life. Sorry Matt, you're only a quarterback.” She turned and walked back to the school building where she was going to wait to speak to her father...or to Tim.
Tis all of part two
He didn't know where to go. So this time, he parked outside of Tyra's house. Didn't knock, knew he wouldn't be welcomed so he slept in his truck...again.
“Tim Riggins, what the hell are you doing out here?” Tyra yelled and started banging on the truck door.
“Ow.” he grumbled as he sat up and hit his head on the steering wheel. He rolled down the window. “Didn't wanna bother ya Tyra so I slept out here. I'm not hurting anything, I didn't stink up your house, and I'll find somewhere else to sleep tonight.” He opened the door and got out of the truck. She shut the door so he walked around to the front of his truck, leaning against it, and waiting for questions he knew he had to answer. He noticed her eyes were puffy and asked “you okay?”
“Yes, I'm fine.”
“Just curious. Looks like you've had a rough night of your own is all.”
“Yeah, well, I cried.”
“Landry?”
“Yeah. How do you know Landry?”
“English.”
“Oh yeah, he had to help your screwed up ass pass didn't he?”
“Ha ha. Yeah, and now I read.”
She laughed. Loud and hard. “You? You read? Shut up Tim Riggins, you do not read.”
“I do. I read, I do my own homework now even.”
“Man, living with the Taylors made you a new man.”
“Yeah, well, that's over.”
“You did not try anything with Julie. So help me if you did I will...” She walked closer him, hand in a fist in the air threatening him.
“Stop. I didn't try anything with Julie Taylor. She got drunk last night at that party after she was playing quarters with your Landry. I found her with some guy who was trying to get in her pants so I talked to him and he left. I took her home, she wouldn't stop talking, and then after I took her shoes off, I had to put her up on the bed so she wouldn't fall off. That is of course when she wrapped her arms around my neck and wouldn't let go and then Coach walked in, wouldn't listen to me, and threw me out.”
“Did you tell him what happened? Did you stay and try to explain once he was out of Juie's room?”
“Tyra, if I was in that house and Julie wasn't around he would have killed me. Yeah, I really think he would have killed me. You did not see his face. You did not see the anger in his eyes. The man was not going to listen.”
“You had clothes on right?”
“Yes Tyra, my clothes were on, Julie's clothes were on and they stayed on all night thanks to me cause that guy would have had them off of her wherever he could have found an empty bed or couch or car seat.” Tim rubbed his eyes with his hands and then ran them through his hair. “What? You're staring at me.”
She didn't answer him and simply continued to stare.
“What?”
Now smiling she walked to him and hugged him. “You're a good guy Tim Riggins. I knew ya had it in ya. Didn't realize it would take Julie Taylor to bring it out of ya though.”
“Ha. You're funny now let go of me unless of course you still want me.”
She backed away from him, smacking his chest for good measure ensuring he knows she's done with him. “You know I don't” she said emphatically while glaring.
“I know.”
“Besides, you're more interested in miss Julie Taylor it seems.”
“What?”
“Yep, you and Julie. No wonder Coach Taylor was so pissed at ya.” Tyra was joking but she wasn't so sure once she saw Tim's reaction.
“Look, I'll find another driveway to sleep in. See ya Tyra.” Tim straightened and walked around the truck to the driver's side door and grabbed the handle.
“Tim, stop. I'm sorry. I was pickin, you know that. And you can stay here again if you need to. I'm being hospitable.” She honestly wanted him to stay.
He stood, fingers gripping the door handle of his truck, contemplating her offer. “Yeah, maybe. Gotta go. See ya Tyra.” Without a second glance he got in his truck, shut the door, and started the ignition. He still didn't know how to react when someone showed kindness to him without needing anything in return other than the possibility of friendship. Tim Riggins hadn't been shown a lot of love and generosity in his lifetime and now it seems to be abundant in his life.
Tim Riggins had to face coach and it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do early on a Saturday morning. But there was practice and he was on thin ice even before he was caught in Julie's room. He drove to school and walked into the locker room. By the glares he received from his teammates he figured news had traveled faster than he ever imagined. He opened his locker and took his shirt off.
“Riggins.”
He stood still and stared straight ahead. “Yeah seven?”
“I'd like a moment of your time.” Matt fought hard to hold back his anger in the locker room in front of his team.
“Sure seven. Lemme dress and I'll be out.”
Tim dressed for practice and went in search of Matt, knowing what the conversation would entail. “Seven” he said quietly.
Matt Saracen was QB 1 for the Dillon Panthers and screwed up royally with the coach's daughter. But he'd loved her and after what he'd heard earlier in the locker room he had to put a stop to whatever ideas Tim Riggins had about Julie Taylor...no matter how easily Riggins could kick his ass. He turned and stepped as close as he could to number 33. “Riggins, stay the hell away from Julie.”
“You, seven, have no right to tell me anything at all about Julie Taylor.” Riggins gave it right back but knew he didn't want to fight Saracen. He'd argue all day but he was not going to hit him.
She chose that moment, that morning to find her father and speak to him. She was about to turn the corner and heard the two voices.
Angry voice.
Gentle voice.
Matt was defending her, even if there was nothing to defend. She almost smiled, realizing Matt still might care about her but any idea she had about being happy about his jealousy left when the sight of Matt kissing Carlotta in his car flashed in her mind. It was over and he had no right.
“I have every right in the world to tell you to stay away from Julie. I know how you are Tim. I know what you say in the locker room, I know you've been with god knows how many girls and Julie does not need that in her life. She does not need a guy like you in her life so stay the hell away from her.” His hand was balled in a fist by his side. He would hit Riggins in a heartbeat...all he had to do was say the wrong words and no one would care. “They won't come to your rescue. They're pissed at you because you've pissed off Coach. Taking advantage of her...really Tim, thought you had it easier than that with girls. Leave her the hell alone.” Matt turned to walk away and cool off but he stopped at the sound of Tim's voice.
“Ya know what Saracen? Julie would not have been nearly as drunk at that party if she hadn't seen you all over your grandma's nurse right in front of her.”
Julie could make out the anger on his face around his eyes but Tim Riggins voice sounded as calm as she'd ever heard anyone speak. She felt a tear fall down her cheek realizing it was her fault as the cloudy memories of the night before came flooding through her mind.
“It is not my fault you completely took advantage of her.”
“You are an idiot Saracen. You had a great girl and ya didn't attempt to fight him for her. She fell in love with you man, and you let her go. You were a complete pushover which only made it seem like you didn't care enough to fight for her, for her love. You let her go. She's trying to deal with a hell of a lot right now and you threw your new love in her face. Let her go seven.” Riggins calmly walked toward the field and the start of practice.
“Its not over Riggins. This is not over.” His blood was boiling and it showed through in the anger in his voice as Tim Riggins continued out to the field, ignoring him and his warning.
“Yeah it is Matt” she quietly spoke as she walked closer to the boy she once loved.
“You're taking up for him after what he did to you? Your...your dad takes him in when he wouldn't let me stay if I needed. He takes...takes complete advantage of you while you're, you're drunk and plans to do god only knows what to you and you're standing here defending him?”
“Wow, you've changed.”
He didn't know what to say to that. He was different. He could feel it. But she still found a way to get him tongue-tied and flustered. He couldn't respond.
“You're Matt Saracen. QB1 for the Dillon Panthers.” She paused a moment before continuing, not sure exactly how much she should tell him, not that he deserved an explanation at all. “He didn't touch me. Well, other than the touching he needed to do to get my drunk ass into the house and in my bed without passing out on the floor. What my dad saw was just that. Tim Riggins helping me onto my bed so I wouldn't fall on the floor. And frankly, it is none of your business what I did or what I might want to do with Tim Riggins. You've got Carlotta and you both seem very happy. Leave Tim alone.” She was standing in front of him, hands on her hips when it hit her. She was now officially and completely over Matt Saracen. He could do whatever he wanted with Carlotta and Julie would be fine...eventually. “The world cannot revolve around you and what you want in life. Sorry Matt, you're only a quarterback.” She turned and walked back to the school building where she was going to wait to speak to her father...or to Tim.
Tis all of part two