Number One.(1/1) (Crossover. Sharpay/Tim.)
Title: Number One.
Fandom: High School Musical/Friday Night Lights Crossover.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sharpay Evans/Tim Riggins. Ryan Evans. Brief mentions of past Sharpay/Chad.
Rating: General.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None.
Summary: She had her reasons.
Author's Note: AU especially in the scence that instead of Basketball East High's team is for Football. Title is rather stupid...oh well.
For: crossovers50, Prompt 35. Water. [ Table]
Number One
Sharpay drummed her painted fingernails on her knee as she watched the game continue to unfold. It was a mystery to anyone who knew here why the pink loving drama queen was even there, even Ryan was unsure why she had insisted to join him for the trip. She had her reasons for coming.
“Nice take down by Riggins!” The announcer yelled as the Dillon’s Panthers fullback, Tim Riggins, tackled Chad Danforth.
Sharpay smirked; a sweet feeling of retribution flooding through her at the irony that image had created. The game progressed to the last minute with the Panthers winning the game. The blonde silently cheered for the opposing team as all around here the grumbles from fellow Wildcats filled the air. Everyone stood and slowly the field emptied.
A hand came down on Sharpay’s shoulder. “Sharpay, ready to go? It looks like things have died down,” Ryan asked.
The blonde turned her head and smiled at her brother, “Give me a minute. I need to find someone. I’ll meet you at the car,” she stood from the seat and walked carefully down the rows.
“Okay, call me if you get lost and be careful!” Ryan tossed after her. The girl acknowledged his comment with a wave of her hand.
After a short search, she found her desired target. Still on the field, now without his helmet, and searching through whatever ice was left in the teams cooler. Despite stares she was receiving the girl, preceded to the tall footballer.
“If you can’t find one, you can have mine,” the words slipped from her lips as easy as if she were center stage performing in front of millions and in some odd way she was.
Tim Riggins looked up from the cooler he was bent over, his hazel eyes lighting up at the site of water. The longhaired teen gave her lopsided smile as he stood to his full six-foot height and accepted the water.
“Thanks,” he paused.
Sharpay smiled, “I’m Sharpay Evans, a Wildcat in case you’re wondering.”
Tim nodded as he took a healthy gulp of the cool water, “I was wondering,” he flashed another smile, “I usually remember a pretty face.”
Her lips curled, “Well I do hope you remember mine. I doubt I’m going to forget yours anytime soon. In fact,” she licked her lips, “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now.” Unashamed, Sharpay let her eyes travel over the twin.
He wasn’t her usual type. Tim Riggins was the bad boy to the good boy Troy Bolton and his merry band of friends personified. His hair was greasy both from sweat from the game and possibly from before that. He had a rough yet soft edge to his face that both made you think of a baby and made you not want to mess with the teen.
“Have you know?” Tim’s brow rose, a smirk teasing his lips.
She nodded, “You know that tackle you did on number 8, thank you.”
His head tilted to the side as he watched her, “Problems?”
She shrugged, “Ex-boyfriend, it was nice to see him taken down a few notches.”
Tim laughed, “I’ll remember his number, when we play them again I’ll give him a few knocks for you.”
Her eyes twinkled and she opened her mouth to speak when her cell phone rang. Frowning Sharpay held up a finger for him to wait as she answered the call.
“Yes? Okay fine I’m almost done anyway. I’ll be right there. Tell Danforth his ass can wait,” Sharpay snapped and ended the call, turning her attention back to an amused Tim. “Sorry, it was my brother. We’re leaving but not before I give you my number.”
Retrieving a glittery pink pen from her purse Sharpay reached out for Tim’s arm and wrote her cell phone number on his tanned skin.
“Feel free to call anytime,” She waved, “tootles.”
She turned, preparing to leave the field. “Sharpay wait,” Tim grabbed her arm and she turned her head in time for his lips to press a soft kiss to her cheek. Tim offered another lopsided smile, “Thanks for the water.” He took a drink and winked, turning away and heading over to his curious teammates.
End.
Fandom: High School Musical/Friday Night Lights Crossover.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sharpay Evans/Tim Riggins. Ryan Evans. Brief mentions of past Sharpay/Chad.
Rating: General.
Spoiler(s)/Warning(s): None.
Summary: She had her reasons.
Author's Note: AU especially in the scence that instead of Basketball East High's team is for Football. Title is rather stupid...oh well.
For: crossovers50, Prompt 35. Water. [ Table]
Number One
Sharpay drummed her painted fingernails on her knee as she watched the game continue to unfold. It was a mystery to anyone who knew here why the pink loving drama queen was even there, even Ryan was unsure why she had insisted to join him for the trip. She had her reasons for coming.
“Nice take down by Riggins!” The announcer yelled as the Dillon’s Panthers fullback, Tim Riggins, tackled Chad Danforth.
Sharpay smirked; a sweet feeling of retribution flooding through her at the irony that image had created. The game progressed to the last minute with the Panthers winning the game. The blonde silently cheered for the opposing team as all around here the grumbles from fellow Wildcats filled the air. Everyone stood and slowly the field emptied.
A hand came down on Sharpay’s shoulder. “Sharpay, ready to go? It looks like things have died down,” Ryan asked.
The blonde turned her head and smiled at her brother, “Give me a minute. I need to find someone. I’ll meet you at the car,” she stood from the seat and walked carefully down the rows.
“Okay, call me if you get lost and be careful!” Ryan tossed after her. The girl acknowledged his comment with a wave of her hand.
After a short search, she found her desired target. Still on the field, now without his helmet, and searching through whatever ice was left in the teams cooler. Despite stares she was receiving the girl, preceded to the tall footballer.
“If you can’t find one, you can have mine,” the words slipped from her lips as easy as if she were center stage performing in front of millions and in some odd way she was.
Tim Riggins looked up from the cooler he was bent over, his hazel eyes lighting up at the site of water. The longhaired teen gave her lopsided smile as he stood to his full six-foot height and accepted the water.
“Thanks,” he paused.
Sharpay smiled, “I’m Sharpay Evans, a Wildcat in case you’re wondering.”
Tim nodded as he took a healthy gulp of the cool water, “I was wondering,” he flashed another smile, “I usually remember a pretty face.”
Her lips curled, “Well I do hope you remember mine. I doubt I’m going to forget yours anytime soon. In fact,” she licked her lips, “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now.” Unashamed, Sharpay let her eyes travel over the twin.
He wasn’t her usual type. Tim Riggins was the bad boy to the good boy Troy Bolton and his merry band of friends personified. His hair was greasy both from sweat from the game and possibly from before that. He had a rough yet soft edge to his face that both made you think of a baby and made you not want to mess with the teen.
“Have you know?” Tim’s brow rose, a smirk teasing his lips.
She nodded, “You know that tackle you did on number 8, thank you.”
His head tilted to the side as he watched her, “Problems?”
She shrugged, “Ex-boyfriend, it was nice to see him taken down a few notches.”
Tim laughed, “I’ll remember his number, when we play them again I’ll give him a few knocks for you.”
Her eyes twinkled and she opened her mouth to speak when her cell phone rang. Frowning Sharpay held up a finger for him to wait as she answered the call.
“Yes? Okay fine I’m almost done anyway. I’ll be right there. Tell Danforth his ass can wait,” Sharpay snapped and ended the call, turning her attention back to an amused Tim. “Sorry, it was my brother. We’re leaving but not before I give you my number.”
Retrieving a glittery pink pen from her purse Sharpay reached out for Tim’s arm and wrote her cell phone number on his tanned skin.
“Feel free to call anytime,” She waved, “tootles.”
She turned, preparing to leave the field. “Sharpay wait,” Tim grabbed her arm and she turned her head in time for his lips to press a soft kiss to her cheek. Tim offered another lopsided smile, “Thanks for the water.” He took a drink and winked, turning away and heading over to his curious teammates.
End.