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elisgalpal) wrote2008-01-11 03:17 pm
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FNL fic part three
Alrighty, part three now. Still unedited so if it sucks, I'll hopefully get it fixed. If there's anyone out there at all reading this and ya see errors I'd love feedback and I'll get it fixed! Thanks for reading!
Practice was hell for number 33 but it was exactly what Tim expected. Coach rode him hard and he was thankful it wasn't as tough as it could have been. He ordered Riggins to run laps after practice...33 to be exact. By lap 18 he was thankful his number was 33 and not 54 or something worse. He walked slowly to the locker room he assumed was now empty which didn't bother him one tiny bit. He was in no shape to have another confrontation.
She heard his footsteps and remained seated on the ground and leaning against the brick wall. “Hey”
He jumped. “Shit. What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? You have got to be kidding me. What am I doing here?” She stood. “I am here to see you. What am I doing here...and to think you called Matt an idiot earlier.”
“I don't think it's a good idea for you to talk to me Jules. And I probably shouldn't call you Jules anymore either.”
“I like it.”
He finally raised his eyes to look at her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Tim let out a deep sigh. He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. “Uh, your dad here?”
“No, he left.”
“Oh.”
She shifted her weight back and forth, realizing this was the most uncomfortable she'd been in Tim Riggins' presence since the morning her father found him asleep in his truck in front of their house. “Why did you tell Matt all of that stuff about me? That he was the reason I was drunk and he was stupid? Why would you do that?” She hadn't meant to yell. She had just been sitting there so long and she'd had yet another conversation with her father trying to explain, not sure he even heard a word she said, so once Tim finally finished his laps she had enough time to think about everything ending up rather ticked.
He lowered his head, took a breath and let out a defeated sigh. “I came to practice today because I'm part of the team again and I do not want to screw that up. I thought your father might have thought it was a good thing if I showed up and maybe wouldn't be so damn hard and eventually I can explain what happened.” He was messing with his helmet and still not making any sort of eye contact. “I gotta shower and change. Maybe I'll see you around school Monday.” He started to walk around her and she stopped him by stepping in front of him blocking his way. “Julie, come on.”
Angry voice.
Defeated voice.
His daughter thought he left. He knew gasoline and the match were too close together and he couldn't possibly leave. So Coach Taylor got in his vehicle, moved it around the school and quietly made his way back to the locker room, out of sight but he made sure to be within earshot. He knew the instant he told his daughter to stay away from Riggins, she'd go running to him. Now he would find out exactly what had happened in her room the night before.
“No, I am not moving. You have to answer me Tim. Why did you say those things to Matt? You had no right at all to do that even if it was the truth. It's my truth to tell him, not yours.” She wanted to throw something but didn't feel like bending over and picking up a rock. She was too busy glaring at the top of Tim Riggins' soaking wet head. “You aren't even listening to me are you? Is this what you do? You screw up and then ignore everyone but big bad Tim Riggins, right?”
He raised his head and looked into her eyes. “Julie. No, it's not like that. Why do I feel like that's all I'm saying to anyone this year? I'm tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of arguing. Tired of getting yelled at when all I'm trying to do is help. I told him what I thought you never would and he needs to know.”
“But you didn't have to do tell him absolutely every single thing I may have ever mentioned or that you thought I might feel. You don't know me Tim Riggins. You don't know me at all and you had no right.” She wasn't sure why she was still yelling anymore. Julie wasn't even sure what she was saying or if she meant it at all.
He stared at Julie Taylor like she had two heads atop her shoulders. “Sorry” was all he said, all he had left to say if she was going to stand there and continue yelling at him. Tim Riggins was letting a girl get the best of him and he had no idea why.
She knew she went too far but she also knew the stubborn streak in her wouldn't let her apologize. “I guess I didn't mean to yell at you. I should be thanking you for getting me home safely last night.” She scrunched up her face. “What exactly did I say? Oh god, or do?”
He grinned. “Nah, nothing to worry about Jules. You just rambled on like most people do when they're drunk. And by the way, can you please not play quarters again? You think you're pretty good but really, you're not all that great. Otherwise you would have been sober and that guy wouldn't have been trying to get in your pants. Oh, by the way, I took care of that for ya. He might not ever look at you again though.”
“What did you do to him?”
“I didn't do a thing. Just had a little conversation with him, and explained you were not going to be going anywhere with him or doing anything with him last night.
“Now you sound like my father.”
He laughed. He couldn't help but laugh when she stood there and compared him to Coach.
Gentle voice.
Soft voice.
Coach Taylor knew he shouldn't have been listening. He also knew deep down Tim Riggins didn't do anything inappropriate last night with his daughter. She was heartbroken and he was the guy that took care of her because it was not a job for her father. Eric knew now that Tim was only trying to protect his daughter. Someday he might have to worry about Tim Riggins and how close he might be getting to Julie but for now he knew it was okay. He still planned on giving him his 33 extra laps for a week and would still give him grief during practice. Coach Eric Taylor had softened toward this young man and as he walked away from the two and back to his vehicle, he toyed with the idea of letting him stay at the house again...after he'd suffered a good long week.
Tim and Julie talked a while longer outside the locker room where she later stayed while he showered. They got into his truck and he took her to get something to eat before taking her back home.
“Maybe you should let me off down the street and I can walk to the house.”
“Yeah, probably a good idea.”
She looked at him, his hand on the steering wheel staring straight ahead. “You never like looking into anyone's eyes do you?”
“Not really.”
“Yeah. Someday that will change Tim. It's good to look at people and let them inside. Thanks for the food and I'll see you at school on Monday.” Julie looked at him once more and grinned when she saw he was looking back at her. “See ya.”
“See ya Jules” he said with a smile as she opened the door and got out of the truck.
As she shut the door she glanced back, grinned, and waved before making her way down the road to her house. Tim pulled away from the curb, turned the truck around and smiled a genuine smile as he made his way back to Tyra's house where he knew he'd be spending the night in his truck unless her sister was home and feeling charitable. He was still smiling as he realized it didn't much matter because he knew he had people in his life that cared. People actually gave a damn about Tim Riggins and it was something he was certain he could get used to even if it took close to forever.
Tis all. No more. It sucks where it ended too I think. Oh, and I forgot to put in there that there's cursing. Now I must go and get a quick shower before picking kids up off the bus. *waves* I'll be coming up with a title too...I hope! LOL See y'all!
Practice was hell for number 33 but it was exactly what Tim expected. Coach rode him hard and he was thankful it wasn't as tough as it could have been. He ordered Riggins to run laps after practice...33 to be exact. By lap 18 he was thankful his number was 33 and not 54 or something worse. He walked slowly to the locker room he assumed was now empty which didn't bother him one tiny bit. He was in no shape to have another confrontation.
She heard his footsteps and remained seated on the ground and leaning against the brick wall. “Hey”
He jumped. “Shit. What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here? You have got to be kidding me. What am I doing here?” She stood. “I am here to see you. What am I doing here...and to think you called Matt an idiot earlier.”
“I don't think it's a good idea for you to talk to me Jules. And I probably shouldn't call you Jules anymore either.”
“I like it.”
He finally raised his eyes to look at her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Tim let out a deep sigh. He didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. “Uh, your dad here?”
“No, he left.”
“Oh.”
She shifted her weight back and forth, realizing this was the most uncomfortable she'd been in Tim Riggins' presence since the morning her father found him asleep in his truck in front of their house. “Why did you tell Matt all of that stuff about me? That he was the reason I was drunk and he was stupid? Why would you do that?” She hadn't meant to yell. She had just been sitting there so long and she'd had yet another conversation with her father trying to explain, not sure he even heard a word she said, so once Tim finally finished his laps she had enough time to think about everything ending up rather ticked.
He lowered his head, took a breath and let out a defeated sigh. “I came to practice today because I'm part of the team again and I do not want to screw that up. I thought your father might have thought it was a good thing if I showed up and maybe wouldn't be so damn hard and eventually I can explain what happened.” He was messing with his helmet and still not making any sort of eye contact. “I gotta shower and change. Maybe I'll see you around school Monday.” He started to walk around her and she stopped him by stepping in front of him blocking his way. “Julie, come on.”
Angry voice.
Defeated voice.
His daughter thought he left. He knew gasoline and the match were too close together and he couldn't possibly leave. So Coach Taylor got in his vehicle, moved it around the school and quietly made his way back to the locker room, out of sight but he made sure to be within earshot. He knew the instant he told his daughter to stay away from Riggins, she'd go running to him. Now he would find out exactly what had happened in her room the night before.
“No, I am not moving. You have to answer me Tim. Why did you say those things to Matt? You had no right at all to do that even if it was the truth. It's my truth to tell him, not yours.” She wanted to throw something but didn't feel like bending over and picking up a rock. She was too busy glaring at the top of Tim Riggins' soaking wet head. “You aren't even listening to me are you? Is this what you do? You screw up and then ignore everyone but big bad Tim Riggins, right?”
He raised his head and looked into her eyes. “Julie. No, it's not like that. Why do I feel like that's all I'm saying to anyone this year? I'm tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of arguing. Tired of getting yelled at when all I'm trying to do is help. I told him what I thought you never would and he needs to know.”
“But you didn't have to do tell him absolutely every single thing I may have ever mentioned or that you thought I might feel. You don't know me Tim Riggins. You don't know me at all and you had no right.” She wasn't sure why she was still yelling anymore. Julie wasn't even sure what she was saying or if she meant it at all.
He stared at Julie Taylor like she had two heads atop her shoulders. “Sorry” was all he said, all he had left to say if she was going to stand there and continue yelling at him. Tim Riggins was letting a girl get the best of him and he had no idea why.
She knew she went too far but she also knew the stubborn streak in her wouldn't let her apologize. “I guess I didn't mean to yell at you. I should be thanking you for getting me home safely last night.” She scrunched up her face. “What exactly did I say? Oh god, or do?”
He grinned. “Nah, nothing to worry about Jules. You just rambled on like most people do when they're drunk. And by the way, can you please not play quarters again? You think you're pretty good but really, you're not all that great. Otherwise you would have been sober and that guy wouldn't have been trying to get in your pants. Oh, by the way, I took care of that for ya. He might not ever look at you again though.”
“What did you do to him?”
“I didn't do a thing. Just had a little conversation with him, and explained you were not going to be going anywhere with him or doing anything with him last night.
“Now you sound like my father.”
He laughed. He couldn't help but laugh when she stood there and compared him to Coach.
Gentle voice.
Soft voice.
Coach Taylor knew he shouldn't have been listening. He also knew deep down Tim Riggins didn't do anything inappropriate last night with his daughter. She was heartbroken and he was the guy that took care of her because it was not a job for her father. Eric knew now that Tim was only trying to protect his daughter. Someday he might have to worry about Tim Riggins and how close he might be getting to Julie but for now he knew it was okay. He still planned on giving him his 33 extra laps for a week and would still give him grief during practice. Coach Eric Taylor had softened toward this young man and as he walked away from the two and back to his vehicle, he toyed with the idea of letting him stay at the house again...after he'd suffered a good long week.
Tim and Julie talked a while longer outside the locker room where she later stayed while he showered. They got into his truck and he took her to get something to eat before taking her back home.
“Maybe you should let me off down the street and I can walk to the house.”
“Yeah, probably a good idea.”
She looked at him, his hand on the steering wheel staring straight ahead. “You never like looking into anyone's eyes do you?”
“Not really.”
“Yeah. Someday that will change Tim. It's good to look at people and let them inside. Thanks for the food and I'll see you at school on Monday.” Julie looked at him once more and grinned when she saw he was looking back at her. “See ya.”
“See ya Jules” he said with a smile as she opened the door and got out of the truck.
As she shut the door she glanced back, grinned, and waved before making her way down the road to her house. Tim pulled away from the curb, turned the truck around and smiled a genuine smile as he made his way back to Tyra's house where he knew he'd be spending the night in his truck unless her sister was home and feeling charitable. He was still smiling as he realized it didn't much matter because he knew he had people in his life that cared. People actually gave a damn about Tim Riggins and it was something he was certain he could get used to even if it took close to forever.
Tis all. No more. It sucks where it ended too I think. Oh, and I forgot to put in there that there's cursing. Now I must go and get a quick shower before picking kids up off the bus. *waves* I'll be coming up with a title too...I hope! LOL See y'all!