Outside the Riggins house - Dillon, Texas - Wednesday Afternoon
"We don't have all day, Tim," Billy said. He was leaning against his old beat up truck, arms crossed over his chest and looking down at his little brother with a frown. "I want to get out of Texas at least before we get a hotel for the night."
Tim, who was sitting on the front stoop of the house, didn't look up when he addressed his brother. He kept his head low, staring down into his beer bottle. "He said he'd be here so he'll be here."
"Yeah, I don't doubt that, but when?"
Tim sighed. "I don't know. Soon."
Billy grunted a noise of frustration before pushing himself off the truck and moving to go back into the house, purposely knocking his leg into Tim's side as he walked by. Tim barely registered it, having gone through more than a couple beers already today. If it had been a couple more then he'd most likely get pissed over a stunt like that but right now he was in the calm, lethargic phase of his inebriation. He hoped Billy didn't expect him to drive. If he did, oh well, he'd manage. Wouldn't be the first time he's driven with a couple in him. Won't be the last either.
The Riggins family (that being Tim and Billy) couldn't really afford plane tickets to, well, anywhere so they were taking a road trip to get Tim to his new school. Not even to the school. To goddamn Baltimore because Billy was too goddamn lazy and worried about his truck to make the trip all the way to Fandom . Billy's truck was the chosen vehicle because, while Tim loved his own truck dearly, even he had to admit that thing wouldn't get past state lines without breaking down. It got him where he wanted to go most of the time. It just wasn't til recently that he wanted to go anywhere outside the county. Wanted probably wasn't the word he wanted to use there. Had to was more like it. Tim didn't want to leave. Not that most people in town knew that since, aside from the bitching and fighting with his brother behind closed doors, Tim had remained quiet about his feelings towards going to boarding school. He had been drinking a bit more but nobody could tell the difference between a drunk Riggins boy and a drunker-than-usual-Riggins boy. It was best to keep your distance either way.
They were keeping their distance while he was sober too, now that Tim thought about it. He couldn't blame them. The star fullback was leaving the team right as they were getting a new coach. Most of the town blamed Billy and Tim knew he was getting hell for it, especially from people like Buddy Garrity . Billy let it roll off him, saying they'll train another fullback to be as good as Tim in no time, which, depending on the level of his drunkenness, would send Tim flying off the handle or into yet another brooding phase. Things like that plus Smash going around acting like even more of a self-absorbed jackass because he was really the star now, was almost for too much for Tim to handle. It was shit like that that almost made him glad to be leaving. Almost.
It was the crunching of boots on the gravel that pulled Tim out of his thoughts. Again, he didn't bother looking up from his bottle. He already knew who it was. "'Bout time you showed up."
There was a pause and Tim knew that Jason was probably smiling and shaking his head. "Sorry, man. Lyla kept me."
Tim smirked and looked up at his best friend. "I don't need to hear the kinky details, Jay. Just glad you got here before Billy tried to throw me in the truck and leave."
"Anybody else show up yet to say goodbye?" Jason asked, holding out a hand so he could help Tim off the stoop.
"Nah, man," Riggins said, accepting the hand gratefully. He needed all the help he could get after he had been drinking for a while. "Coach came by yesterday. Some of the guys from the team too. Not Smash."
"Of course not Smash," Jason said, chuckling. "Tyra?"
"Yeah." She had come by yesterday and Tim had the feeling she wanted to turn the whole thing into one of those meaningful, tearful goodbyes. Tim had stopped that pretty early on. Hell, she barely got a word out before he had pushed her against a wall and slid his hands up under her shirt. She followed suit quickly and Tim was so grateful for that.Tyra could be a real pain in the ass sometimes but she always knew when it was or wasn't safe to push him to talk.
"So you've been waiting just for me then?" Jason asked. "That's sweet, Rigg."
Tim punched Jason in the arm lightly. "Shut the fuck up. If I left before you said goodbye you'd probably be cryin' into your pillow all night and then I'd have Garrity all pissed at me."
Jason laughed. "You're scared of Lyla?"
"Terrified."
The front door slammed and Billy trudged his way out, cooler filled what had to be beer in his hands. "Oh, fucking finally."
Jason smiled and gave Tim's brother a wave. "Hey, Billy. Sorry. I tried to get here as soon as I could."
"Yeah, yeah. You girls hurry up and say your goodbyes so we can hit the road," Billy said, heading towards the truck.
Tim flipped his brother off as best he could with the hand that was holding the beer bottle before turning his attention back to Street. He knew going into it that this was going to be kind of awkward and girly but he expected nothing less. Wasn't really a totally masculine way to say goodbye to your best friend of practically your whole life. Tim didn't really know what to say but luckily Jason spoke first.
"I'm gonna miss you, Rigg," Jason said quietly. "Nothing's going to be the same without you."
"Nice to know I made that much of an impact on somebody," Tim joked lightly. He looked up at Jason and he could see that this was quickly turning into a serious matter. "I'm not going to be gone forever, Jay."
"No, no, I know that," Jason said quickly. "It's just...you know..."
Tim nodded. He could feel that sick feeling in his stomach, the one everybody felt when they wanted to cry. God, if he cried right now he was going to kill himself. Tim was silent for a couple moments while he willed himself to keep it together. After that couple moments he sighed, ran a hand through his hair and looked back up a Street. "I'm coming back though. For good. Before graduation, after graduation, whatever. This is how I figure it'll work, correct me if I'm wrong. I figure you'll spend ten years in the NFL, making five mil a year. You give me one percent of every pay check--"
Jason chuckled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Tim said, smiling back at him. "When it's all said and done you and me are gonna have ourselves a big ol' huntin' ranch."
"Oh god." Jason laughed. "Yeah, Riggins, I don't want you living on my land."
"Yeah you do. I'm your caretaker, Streeter. Whether you like it or not."
Jason threw his head back and laughed loudly, clapping his hands.
"Ten years from now Street, it's gonna be you and me, good friends livin' large in Texas," Tim said, giving him a smile. "Texas forever."
Jason smiled back. "Texas forever."
There was a loud noise that turned out to be Billy honking the truck horn. Tim and Jason looked at each other at the same time and gave one another similar looks that clearly said "What a fucking prick."
"I guess this is it then," Tim said reluctantly. He went in for a hug; one of those ones that guys gave each other where it was more like an aggressive pat on the back than a sign of affection. It could be easily confused for a half-assed attempt to save someone from choking. "I'll see you around, Six."
Jason gave Tim one last pat on the back before pulling away. "See you around, Timmy."
With that Jason started to head back to his own truck and Tim slowly headed towards Billy's. Slowly, because if he blinked he was going to cry and his brother would never let him live it down if that happened. Luckily Tim had mastered the art of pushing back tears long ago. He was an emotional drunk, okay?
Lucky for him, Tim gained his composure back by the time he opened up the passenger door to Billy's truck and slid in.
"'Bout time," Billy grumbled, handing Tim a beer. "You got everything?"
Tim accepted the bottle gratefully and, since it was cheap beer, twisted open the top with his hand. "Yeah. I got everything."
"You ready to leave Texas?" Billy asked as he started up the truck.
Tim just glared over at his brother for a moment before lifting up the bottle and drinking deep. It was going to be a long trip.
[NFI, NFB. OOC okay! Some of the dialogue taken from FNL 1x01 "Pilot". I got way too carried away and tl;dr with this which is just...weird for me. Sorry for you non-FNL watchers for all the nicknames. Everybody's got about 4 different ones on the show]
Tim, who was sitting on the front stoop of the house, didn't look up when he addressed his brother. He kept his head low, staring down into his beer bottle. "He said he'd be here so he'll be here."
"Yeah, I don't doubt that, but when?"
Tim sighed. "I don't know. Soon."
Billy grunted a noise of frustration before pushing himself off the truck and moving to go back into the house, purposely knocking his leg into Tim's side as he walked by. Tim barely registered it, having gone through more than a couple beers already today. If it had been a couple more then he'd most likely get pissed over a stunt like that but right now he was in the calm, lethargic phase of his inebriation. He hoped Billy didn't expect him to drive. If he did, oh well, he'd manage. Wouldn't be the first time he's driven with a couple in him. Won't be the last either.
The Riggins family (that being Tim and Billy) couldn't really afford plane tickets to, well, anywhere so they were taking a road trip to get Tim to his new school. Not even to the school. To goddamn Baltimore because Billy was too goddamn lazy and worried about his truck to make the trip all the way to Fandom . Billy's truck was the chosen vehicle because, while Tim loved his own truck dearly, even he had to admit that thing wouldn't get past state lines without breaking down. It got him where he wanted to go most of the time. It just wasn't til recently that he wanted to go anywhere outside the county. Wanted probably wasn't the word he wanted to use there. Had to was more like it. Tim didn't want to leave. Not that most people in town knew that since, aside from the bitching and fighting with his brother behind closed doors, Tim had remained quiet about his feelings towards going to boarding school. He had been drinking a bit more but nobody could tell the difference between a drunk Riggins boy and a drunker-than-usual-Riggins boy. It was best to keep your distance either way.
They were keeping their distance while he was sober too, now that Tim thought about it. He couldn't blame them. The star fullback was leaving the team right as they were getting a new coach. Most of the town blamed Billy and Tim knew he was getting hell for it, especially from people like Buddy Garrity . Billy let it roll off him, saying they'll train another fullback to be as good as Tim in no time, which, depending on the level of his drunkenness, would send Tim flying off the handle or into yet another brooding phase. Things like that plus Smash going around acting like even more of a self-absorbed jackass because he was really the star now, was almost for too much for Tim to handle. It was shit like that that almost made him glad to be leaving. Almost.
It was the crunching of boots on the gravel that pulled Tim out of his thoughts. Again, he didn't bother looking up from his bottle. He already knew who it was. "'Bout time you showed up."
There was a pause and Tim knew that Jason was probably smiling and shaking his head. "Sorry, man. Lyla kept me."
Tim smirked and looked up at his best friend. "I don't need to hear the kinky details, Jay. Just glad you got here before Billy tried to throw me in the truck and leave."
"Anybody else show up yet to say goodbye?" Jason asked, holding out a hand so he could help Tim off the stoop.
"Nah, man," Riggins said, accepting the hand gratefully. He needed all the help he could get after he had been drinking for a while. "Coach came by yesterday. Some of the guys from the team too. Not Smash."
"Of course not Smash," Jason said, chuckling. "Tyra?"
"Yeah." She had come by yesterday and Tim had the feeling she wanted to turn the whole thing into one of those meaningful, tearful goodbyes. Tim had stopped that pretty early on. Hell, she barely got a word out before he had pushed her against a wall and slid his hands up under her shirt. She followed suit quickly and Tim was so grateful for that.Tyra could be a real pain in the ass sometimes but she always knew when it was or wasn't safe to push him to talk.
"So you've been waiting just for me then?" Jason asked. "That's sweet, Rigg."
Tim punched Jason in the arm lightly. "Shut the fuck up. If I left before you said goodbye you'd probably be cryin' into your pillow all night and then I'd have Garrity all pissed at me."
Jason laughed. "You're scared of Lyla?"
"Terrified."
The front door slammed and Billy trudged his way out, cooler filled what had to be beer in his hands. "Oh, fucking finally."
Jason smiled and gave Tim's brother a wave. "Hey, Billy. Sorry. I tried to get here as soon as I could."
"Yeah, yeah. You girls hurry up and say your goodbyes so we can hit the road," Billy said, heading towards the truck.
Tim flipped his brother off as best he could with the hand that was holding the beer bottle before turning his attention back to Street. He knew going into it that this was going to be kind of awkward and girly but he expected nothing less. Wasn't really a totally masculine way to say goodbye to your best friend of practically your whole life. Tim didn't really know what to say but luckily Jason spoke first.
"I'm gonna miss you, Rigg," Jason said quietly. "Nothing's going to be the same without you."
"Nice to know I made that much of an impact on somebody," Tim joked lightly. He looked up at Jason and he could see that this was quickly turning into a serious matter. "I'm not going to be gone forever, Jay."
"No, no, I know that," Jason said quickly. "It's just...you know..."
Tim nodded. He could feel that sick feeling in his stomach, the one everybody felt when they wanted to cry. God, if he cried right now he was going to kill himself. Tim was silent for a couple moments while he willed himself to keep it together. After that couple moments he sighed, ran a hand through his hair and looked back up a Street. "I'm coming back though. For good. Before graduation, after graduation, whatever. This is how I figure it'll work, correct me if I'm wrong. I figure you'll spend ten years in the NFL, making five mil a year. You give me one percent of every pay check--"
Jason chuckled. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Tim said, smiling back at him. "When it's all said and done you and me are gonna have ourselves a big ol' huntin' ranch."
"Oh god." Jason laughed. "Yeah, Riggins, I don't want you living on my land."
"Yeah you do. I'm your caretaker, Streeter. Whether you like it or not."
Jason threw his head back and laughed loudly, clapping his hands.
"Ten years from now Street, it's gonna be you and me, good friends livin' large in Texas," Tim said, giving him a smile. "Texas forever."
Jason smiled back. "Texas forever."
There was a loud noise that turned out to be Billy honking the truck horn. Tim and Jason looked at each other at the same time and gave one another similar looks that clearly said "What a fucking prick."
"I guess this is it then," Tim said reluctantly. He went in for a hug; one of those ones that guys gave each other where it was more like an aggressive pat on the back than a sign of affection. It could be easily confused for a half-assed attempt to save someone from choking. "I'll see you around, Six."
Jason gave Tim one last pat on the back before pulling away. "See you around, Timmy."
With that Jason started to head back to his own truck and Tim slowly headed towards Billy's. Slowly, because if he blinked he was going to cry and his brother would never let him live it down if that happened. Luckily Tim had mastered the art of pushing back tears long ago. He was an emotional drunk, okay?
Lucky for him, Tim gained his composure back by the time he opened up the passenger door to Billy's truck and slid in.
"'Bout time," Billy grumbled, handing Tim a beer. "You got everything?"
Tim accepted the bottle gratefully and, since it was cheap beer, twisted open the top with his hand. "Yeah. I got everything."
"You ready to leave Texas?" Billy asked as he started up the truck.
Tim just glared over at his brother for a moment before lifting up the bottle and drinking deep. It was going to be a long trip.
[NFI, NFB. OOC okay! Some of the dialogue taken from FNL 1x01 "Pilot". I got way too carried away and tl;dr with this which is just...weird for me. Sorry for you non-FNL watchers for all the nicknames. Everybody's got about 4 different ones on the show]