just_muse_me | 13.5.2. Confess to something
13.5.2. Confess to something
Co-written with texas33forever
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Tim sat slumped down in the armchair with his legs sprawled out in front of him. He took a long, smooth swallow of beer from the bottle and flicked the cap in Jason’s general direction. “What happened between you an’ purple panties, Six? She came all the way t’Dillon and looked after your hungover cripple ass. Was that the passion killer, dude?” he asked, an eyebrow quirked in question.
Jason was sitting sideways on his parent’s sofa with his legs spread out across the length of the other cushions. He batted the bottle cap away with the back of his hand before it hit him in the chest and watched it bounce off the coffee table and fall out of sight. “No, that had nothing to do with it,” he returned with a shake of his head. “It was a lot of different reasons, Timmy. She a professional businesswoman in New York, she’s eight years older than me, she travels around the world for her job often at the drop of the hat. She wouldn’t need to be worrying about a relationship with a cripple because whether I like to admit it or not, I do need help sometimes and sometimes not only being a cripple sucks, but dating one can be even worse. She said none of this. She wanted to give it a go, but it's so soon after losing Noah and all the shit with Erin, and then before that, the crap with Lyla. I don’t really have the energy for the whole courting thing, let alone trying to pull it off with someone who is so different to me and unable to always be around, you know? Starting a new relationship, both kinda need to be putting a lot of stock into it and she has to focus on her work because she’s brilliant at it. I don’t want to be a burden to her. But we’re friends, yeah? It’s all cool. It was some great sex and now we’re friends, which works better than tying everything up in a messy relationship which might not work in the long run.”
“Sure you ain’t just tryin’ to ruin any good thing with a chick that comes ya way because of this burden complex?” Tim asked, picking at the label on his beer. “I mean, she was a sure thing, Six, and you turned her loose. But I’m bettin’ if a perfect chick for you, same age, same interests, walked right on by right now, you would find a whole other set of excuses not to date or lay her.”
Jason hesitated and glanced over a Tim. “Yeah, and so what? You’re hardly one to talk, dude. You turned Sam down and she’s always been perfect for you,” he threw back.
Tim dropped his head against the back of the chair. “I was wonderin’ how long it would take for ya to bring that up,” he snorted. “You were the one who told her t’talk to me ‘bout it.”
“You’re a real joke sometimes, Timmy. You’re trying to give me relationship advice when your own romantic background is even more fucked up than mine. And then a chick walks right on by who does have the same interests as you, who is the same age as you, and you fucking turn her down? I mean, what the fuck, Riggins?” Jason scoffed, shaking his head and pointing with his bottle. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on with Sam. She could be good for you. Everything you wanted in Lyla but Lyla was too fucking full of herself to ever have the capacity to give you. Sam isn’t Lyla. She doesn’t want to change you. Think about that, Timmy. Just think about it for once in your fucking life before some other dude walks right on by and takes her right out of Dillon because she won’t look back, Timmy. She won’t.”
Tim let out a rough breath, slowly absorbing yet another of Jason’s QB speeches. “What makes you such an expert on S all of a sudden, Six? Or do you want her? Is that what you’re on about? You fuckin’ want her, don’t you?” he said accusingly, sitting forward in his seat.
“I slept with her,” Jason admitted without hesitation. “The other day when she was here, we had sex together.”
Tim stared at Jason in disbelief. “What?” he said hoarsely. “So I’m right. You do want her.”
Jason shook his head. “No. We don’t want each other, Riggins. She wants you. Since when did you put so much damn stock in sex? It’s hardly a betrothal, thank fuck, or you would be engaged to half the chicks under fifty in Texas right now. It was just sex and it was good. We liked it and maybe we would want to do it again, but we won’t, and you know why, Timmy? Because she fucking wants you! How does it feel, huh? Pretty fucking crap, doesn’t it? Welcome to my world.”
“So, this was revenge. For Lyla,” Tim almost growled, glaring at his friend over the top of the beer bottle.
Jason gave a snort of a laugh and set his own beer down on the table beside him. “You and Lyla didn’t even enter our minds, Riggins. But maybe now we’re even. Why are you getting angry, anyway? You didn’t want her. You turned her down. Why would it bother you that I had sex with her one time?” he goaded, eyes narrowing as he watched Tim’s reactions closely.
Tim looked away, breaking the eye contact. He gulped down the rest of his beer and messily threw the beer bottle towards the empty six-pack box near the television. He missed the mark and it toppled the box over, spilling the rest of the empties on the carpet. He stood up without another word, snatching up his jacket and stormed out of Jason’s place, the front door slamming closed behind him.
Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission. Not binding on any other FNL muses in existence.
Word Count | 994
Co-written with texas33forever
[Follows THIS and THIS]
Tim sat slumped down in the armchair with his legs sprawled out in front of him. He took a long, smooth swallow of beer from the bottle and flicked the cap in Jason’s general direction. “What happened between you an’ purple panties, Six? She came all the way t’Dillon and looked after your hungover cripple ass. Was that the passion killer, dude?” he asked, an eyebrow quirked in question.
Jason was sitting sideways on his parent’s sofa with his legs spread out across the length of the other cushions. He batted the bottle cap away with the back of his hand before it hit him in the chest and watched it bounce off the coffee table and fall out of sight. “No, that had nothing to do with it,” he returned with a shake of his head. “It was a lot of different reasons, Timmy. She a professional businesswoman in New York, she’s eight years older than me, she travels around the world for her job often at the drop of the hat. She wouldn’t need to be worrying about a relationship with a cripple because whether I like to admit it or not, I do need help sometimes and sometimes not only being a cripple sucks, but dating one can be even worse. She said none of this. She wanted to give it a go, but it's so soon after losing Noah and all the shit with Erin, and then before that, the crap with Lyla. I don’t really have the energy for the whole courting thing, let alone trying to pull it off with someone who is so different to me and unable to always be around, you know? Starting a new relationship, both kinda need to be putting a lot of stock into it and she has to focus on her work because she’s brilliant at it. I don’t want to be a burden to her. But we’re friends, yeah? It’s all cool. It was some great sex and now we’re friends, which works better than tying everything up in a messy relationship which might not work in the long run.”
“Sure you ain’t just tryin’ to ruin any good thing with a chick that comes ya way because of this burden complex?” Tim asked, picking at the label on his beer. “I mean, she was a sure thing, Six, and you turned her loose. But I’m bettin’ if a perfect chick for you, same age, same interests, walked right on by right now, you would find a whole other set of excuses not to date or lay her.”
Jason hesitated and glanced over a Tim. “Yeah, and so what? You’re hardly one to talk, dude. You turned Sam down and she’s always been perfect for you,” he threw back.
Tim dropped his head against the back of the chair. “I was wonderin’ how long it would take for ya to bring that up,” he snorted. “You were the one who told her t’talk to me ‘bout it.”
“You’re a real joke sometimes, Timmy. You’re trying to give me relationship advice when your own romantic background is even more fucked up than mine. And then a chick walks right on by who does have the same interests as you, who is the same age as you, and you fucking turn her down? I mean, what the fuck, Riggins?” Jason scoffed, shaking his head and pointing with his bottle. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on with Sam. She could be good for you. Everything you wanted in Lyla but Lyla was too fucking full of herself to ever have the capacity to give you. Sam isn’t Lyla. She doesn’t want to change you. Think about that, Timmy. Just think about it for once in your fucking life before some other dude walks right on by and takes her right out of Dillon because she won’t look back, Timmy. She won’t.”
Tim let out a rough breath, slowly absorbing yet another of Jason’s QB speeches. “What makes you such an expert on S all of a sudden, Six? Or do you want her? Is that what you’re on about? You fuckin’ want her, don’t you?” he said accusingly, sitting forward in his seat.
“I slept with her,” Jason admitted without hesitation. “The other day when she was here, we had sex together.”
Tim stared at Jason in disbelief. “What?” he said hoarsely. “So I’m right. You do want her.”
Jason shook his head. “No. We don’t want each other, Riggins. She wants you. Since when did you put so much damn stock in sex? It’s hardly a betrothal, thank fuck, or you would be engaged to half the chicks under fifty in Texas right now. It was just sex and it was good. We liked it and maybe we would want to do it again, but we won’t, and you know why, Timmy? Because she fucking wants you! How does it feel, huh? Pretty fucking crap, doesn’t it? Welcome to my world.”
“So, this was revenge. For Lyla,” Tim almost growled, glaring at his friend over the top of the beer bottle.
Jason gave a snort of a laugh and set his own beer down on the table beside him. “You and Lyla didn’t even enter our minds, Riggins. But maybe now we’re even. Why are you getting angry, anyway? You didn’t want her. You turned her down. Why would it bother you that I had sex with her one time?” he goaded, eyes narrowing as he watched Tim’s reactions closely.
Tim looked away, breaking the eye contact. He gulped down the rest of his beer and messily threw the beer bottle towards the empty six-pack box near the television. He missed the mark and it toppled the box over, spilling the rest of the empties on the carpet. He stood up without another word, snatching up his jacket and stormed out of Jason’s place, the front door slamming closed behind him.
Sam Jameson [supermarketsam] referenced with permission. Not binding on any other FNL muses in existence.
Word Count | 994