Friday Night Lights Fic: Smile Like You Mean It
Title: Smile Like You Mean It
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Characters: Brian ‘Smash’ Williams/Waverly Grady
Warning: Spoilers for Mud Bowl, 1x20 (dialogue from that episode).
Summary: The aftermath of their confrontation outside of Fran’s Hamburgers.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned this show.
Notes: This is what I like to call deleted scene fic. Part of my BSW/WG Series called "Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop." , which are ficlets about their relationship over the years. For rockzeewright. It’s true, the third time is the charm because this is the third fic I wrote for you and this is the one I liked the best. Thanks!
Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things slide by so carelessly
- Smile Like You Mean It, The Killers.
The sun paints the sky in oranges and reds, dipping below the horizon as they sit on the swing set in her back yard. By the time he’d met her, they were too old, at least according to them, to swing on it. But that didn’t stop them, and whoever else was over, from coming out here and sitting on it and talking while their parents handled Church business inside.
They’ve been quiet. They haven’t said a thing to each other since she stopped crying, righted herself and got into his car. He’d gone back inside to get his stuff, gave the guys a look that said he’d talk about it later (not that he knew what to say) and drove her home. She didn’t say she wanted him to follow but he wasn’t about to leave her alone so he followed her inside and then out back.
He’s been sitting with his elbows on his knees, studying the grass between his feet, every now and then looking up at her. She’s been staring at some point across the yard, not once meeting his gaze.
Finally, she says, “You really meant it, huh?” The tremor in her voice - which tells him it’s a question and not a statement - hits the ball of panic that’s been making itself at home in his stomach since she told him what’s going on inside her head. Sure on the surface he’s all cool and calm, being “The Smash”, but like he’d said, he’s lost.
I love you, okay. I love you, okay. And you’re right. I have no idea what you are dealing with. But you’re not helping me. Okay? You tell me you’re sick, but you’re not taking your pills! And then you start acting a little crazy and now you’re doing things to endanger yourself and everyone else around you. I’m the only one who knows about it and I can’t tell nobody? No. No. That’s not fair. Okay? I’d do anything for you but that’s too much. I think you need to talk to somebody. Maybe your dad or... ‘Cause, baby, I don’t think you’re okay. And you can stay mad at me if you want to, but it’s not going to change my mind. About anything I just said.
He really hadn’t wanted her to find out like that. Or find out about the love thing like that either.
The fear that caused the tremor in her voice is written as plain as day on her face and he wants to kick himself, feeling like he fumbled a pass that could cost them the game.
He’s known her for a long time; long enough to know that she doesn’t scare easily. He really can’t ever remember her being scared. She’s always been sure and confident. And he really doesn’t want to be the cause of her not being that way.
He sits up straight, looks her right in the eye and tells her, “Yeah.”
“Good,” she responds, a smile spreading across her face, her eyes bright with relief. The ball of panic shrinks a little at that. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “I love you, too.”
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Rating: G
Category: Gen
Characters: Brian ‘Smash’ Williams/Waverly Grady
Warning: Spoilers for Mud Bowl, 1x20 (dialogue from that episode).
Summary: The aftermath of their confrontation outside of Fran’s Hamburgers.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned this show.
Notes: This is what I like to call deleted scene fic. Part of my BSW/WG Series called "Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop." , which are ficlets about their relationship over the years. For rockzeewright. It’s true, the third time is the charm because this is the third fic I wrote for you and this is the one I liked the best. Thanks!
Looking back at sunsets on the Eastside
We lost track of the time
Dreams aren't what they used to be
Some things slide by so carelessly
- Smile Like You Mean It, The Killers.
The sun paints the sky in oranges and reds, dipping below the horizon as they sit on the swing set in her back yard. By the time he’d met her, they were too old, at least according to them, to swing on it. But that didn’t stop them, and whoever else was over, from coming out here and sitting on it and talking while their parents handled Church business inside.
They’ve been quiet. They haven’t said a thing to each other since she stopped crying, righted herself and got into his car. He’d gone back inside to get his stuff, gave the guys a look that said he’d talk about it later (not that he knew what to say) and drove her home. She didn’t say she wanted him to follow but he wasn’t about to leave her alone so he followed her inside and then out back.
He’s been sitting with his elbows on his knees, studying the grass between his feet, every now and then looking up at her. She’s been staring at some point across the yard, not once meeting his gaze.
Finally, she says, “You really meant it, huh?” The tremor in her voice - which tells him it’s a question and not a statement - hits the ball of panic that’s been making itself at home in his stomach since she told him what’s going on inside her head. Sure on the surface he’s all cool and calm, being “The Smash”, but like he’d said, he’s lost.
I love you, okay. I love you, okay. And you’re right. I have no idea what you are dealing with. But you’re not helping me. Okay? You tell me you’re sick, but you’re not taking your pills! And then you start acting a little crazy and now you’re doing things to endanger yourself and everyone else around you. I’m the only one who knows about it and I can’t tell nobody? No. No. That’s not fair. Okay? I’d do anything for you but that’s too much. I think you need to talk to somebody. Maybe your dad or... ‘Cause, baby, I don’t think you’re okay. And you can stay mad at me if you want to, but it’s not going to change my mind. About anything I just said.
He really hadn’t wanted her to find out like that. Or find out about the love thing like that either.
The fear that caused the tremor in her voice is written as plain as day on her face and he wants to kick himself, feeling like he fumbled a pass that could cost them the game.
He’s known her for a long time; long enough to know that she doesn’t scare easily. He really can’t ever remember her being scared. She’s always been sure and confident. And he really doesn’t want to be the cause of her not being that way.
He sits up straight, looks her right in the eye and tells her, “Yeah.”
“Good,” she responds, a smile spreading across her face, her eyes bright with relief. The ball of panic shrinks a little at that. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “I love you, too.”