RP with supermarketsam | Accidental reunion
Until a few weeks ago, Tim had started to lose track of time passing. It made no difference to him how quickly or slowly it passed anyway because one day just melted into the next. When he was sitting at home drinking with Jason, he was out drinking alone or ending up in random women's bed, often not even realising the fact until the morning. That was usually when he stumbled back to the place he was sharing with Jason and passed out in his bed until it was ready to start the cycle all over again. That was, until he just stopped by Riggins Rigs one day and ended up helping Billy out. Ever since then, he'd mostly just been heading there to help each day by default and Billy just started paying him. No agreement was really passed between the brothers, but that wasn't unusual for them.
Then all the shit with The Great Dillon Divide started going down. Tim was hardly involved, or cared. Seems he was always ensconced in West Dillon, though the place he was living at with Jason was East. As far as Tim was concerned, Dillon was Dillon. All this division crap was bullshit. Which is why, when he heard Coach was struggling with the new football team of deadbeats, Tim found himself rocking up after the Lions' practice and somehow offering to help. Tim didn't really know why he did that, just some sense of undying loyalty to Coach, really. Maybe his football loyalty had always just been with Coach? And to Six. It was like it Tim finished out high school playing for the Panthers, it would be a shout-out to his best friend. So, it probably made no sense why he didn't actually tell Jason he was helping out with the new team.
Maybe because he felt like it should be Jason's job, while Jason could barely face getting dressed most mornings. Losing Mac was like losing his legs all over again, but this time he didn't seem to have the energy to get back up again after the knock. Tim thought maybe he should try to talk to Mac, but he could never bring himself to do it. He didn't want to think about the whole thing himself. He functioned better not dealing with it. With his new responsibilities, he could almost pretend none of it happened and refreshingly, no one was judging him right now. No one was looking at him like he was doing anything wrong because they all had their own shit going on. Tim preferred it that way.
Now he was heading home after a full day at the garage and a rough practice with the Lions. Coach had let him crash at his place for a few nights while they put the lazy bastards through drills but Tim needed to make sure Jason had died in his sleep or something. Plus, he was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed. He had gotten used too living with his mate, and liked it. It was that little bit of independence Tim never really had in his life before and he was reluctant to just kiss it goodbye. He was barely managing to stay awake as he drove up the street in the rain. He rubbed his hand over face in an attempt to stay awake. He pulled into the drive and shut the truck off, but took a few moments to sit and rub his eyes tiredly. He was starving, too. Hopefully Six had something to eat that he could borrow. He usually did.
He jumped out of the truck and slammed the door shut. It hadn't been raining very long. In fact, it only started a couple of blocks away, but it was heavy. Rain hadn't ever been something Tim was bothered by and he had lost count of the number of games and practices he had gotten through soaked to the bone. It was only as he was making his way up the drive and around the van parked there (wait, van?) that he saw Sam standing there in the rain. He didn't say anything, and seriously contemplated just turning around, getting back in his truck and driving away. He didn't want to talk to her. He didn't want to see her. Somewhere along the line, the hurt he felt over her making him feel like an idiot turned into a passive anger. Avoidance was his tactic to deal with it. What did she want him to say? Because whatever it was seemed to be failing him. "Wanna check m'truck t'see if Lyla's under one of the seats?" were the words that decided to come to the forefront. Not surprising, really.
Then all the shit with The Great Dillon Divide started going down. Tim was hardly involved, or cared. Seems he was always ensconced in West Dillon, though the place he was living at with Jason was East. As far as Tim was concerned, Dillon was Dillon. All this division crap was bullshit. Which is why, when he heard Coach was struggling with the new football team of deadbeats, Tim found himself rocking up after the Lions' practice and somehow offering to help. Tim didn't really know why he did that, just some sense of undying loyalty to Coach, really. Maybe his football loyalty had always just been with Coach? And to Six. It was like it Tim finished out high school playing for the Panthers, it would be a shout-out to his best friend. So, it probably made no sense why he didn't actually tell Jason he was helping out with the new team.
Maybe because he felt like it should be Jason's job, while Jason could barely face getting dressed most mornings. Losing Mac was like losing his legs all over again, but this time he didn't seem to have the energy to get back up again after the knock. Tim thought maybe he should try to talk to Mac, but he could never bring himself to do it. He didn't want to think about the whole thing himself. He functioned better not dealing with it. With his new responsibilities, he could almost pretend none of it happened and refreshingly, no one was judging him right now. No one was looking at him like he was doing anything wrong because they all had their own shit going on. Tim preferred it that way.
Now he was heading home after a full day at the garage and a rough practice with the Lions. Coach had let him crash at his place for a few nights while they put the lazy bastards through drills but Tim needed to make sure Jason had died in his sleep or something. Plus, he was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed. He had gotten used too living with his mate, and liked it. It was that little bit of independence Tim never really had in his life before and he was reluctant to just kiss it goodbye. He was barely managing to stay awake as he drove up the street in the rain. He rubbed his hand over face in an attempt to stay awake. He pulled into the drive and shut the truck off, but took a few moments to sit and rub his eyes tiredly. He was starving, too. Hopefully Six had something to eat that he could borrow. He usually did.
He jumped out of the truck and slammed the door shut. It hadn't been raining very long. In fact, it only started a couple of blocks away, but it was heavy. Rain hadn't ever been something Tim was bothered by and he had lost count of the number of games and practices he had gotten through soaked to the bone. It was only as he was making his way up the drive and around the van parked there (wait, van?) that he saw Sam standing there in the rain. He didn't say anything, and seriously contemplated just turning around, getting back in his truck and driving away. He didn't want to talk to her. He didn't want to see her. Somewhere along the line, the hurt he felt over her making him feel like an idiot turned into a passive anger. Avoidance was his tactic to deal with it. What did she want him to say? Because whatever it was seemed to be failing him. "Wanna check m'truck t'see if Lyla's under one of the seats?" were the words that decided to come to the forefront. Not surprising, really.