Pee Wee Football and the Superbowl

A/N: Ok, this is my first FNL fic, and despite the rather short length of this chapter, the story is already completed! Yay! Please forgive any ignorance if I make any mistakes about the sport, be kind and educate me as I'm not American!

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, I'm just playing with them for a little bit!

Summary: After the fiasco with Riley and another disastrous date, Julie decides that she has something she wants to lose. And Tim Riggins seems to be just the person to help with that.

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Chapter 1

She's not too sure how she ended up here at the Dillon Panthers Football field.

She'd started walking because she couldn't think of anything else to do and she wanted to be away from Matt Saracen and the girls surrounding him.

Not that she had anyone to blame but herself, but was it conceited of her to hope that he'd spend a little longer getting over her?

Something more than those hurt puppy dog looks he threw in her direction.

She could understand why he was doing it, hooking up with as many different girls as possible; he was trying to prove something. To her, to himself, and to everyone around them. And that was fine with her, it truly was. She had no cause to complain, especially when she'd broken his heart, but she missed their friendship, the odd conversations and hanging out with Landry who'd been keeping his distance since the pair of them had split.

But as fine and accepting as she was of her mistake, she didn't want it rubbed in her face.

If it was truly as mistake, that was. Surely if she'd felt for Matt everything she'd professed to have done then her head wouldn't have been so easily turned would have it?

And so she'd ended up at the football field, drawn to the lights.

She surveyed the empty stadium, taking a moment to let the silence sink deep into her bones.

Some of the lights were still lit up, although they weren't as bright as they had been earlier that evening.

The clean night air was scented with bruised grass and the musky smell of soil and line paint that had been freshly applied earlier that day.

The goal posts stood proud at either end of the field and she wondered out onto the pitch, hands in her jean pockets and slowly spun in a full circle.

Her eyes took in the scoreboard, the commentators box, and then she closed them, imagining what it was like to stand out in the middle of the field and having hundreds of pairs of eyes watching your every move with a hawk like intensity.

The expectation and hope that they would win.

The excitement that built with every completed pass and touchdown.

The disappointment each time the ball was fumbled, a block was missed.

She tried to imagine standing head to head with players just as desperate to win. Whose town had the same expectations that Dillon had of the Panthers.

Julie shuddered imagining the invisible, nonexistent pressure crushing down on her.

She breathed out with a rush and lifted her head to the sky, watched the stars twinkle at her from above.

Impulsively she flung her arms out and twirled round repeatedly, her eyes fixed to the sky throughout the childish display.

Spinning and spinning and spinning.

A popping, hissing sound to her side startled her and Julie stumbled, halting her movements even though the world about her continued to whirl.

Dazedly she blinked and waited for the lights flashing before her eyes to stop.

"Having fun Taylor?" A voice asked.

"Riggins," she greeted him returning the favour of using his last name.

"What are you doing here?" Tim asks with a raised eyebrow. He brought a can of beer to his lips and chugged some down. "Didn't think this was really your scene."

Awkwardly Julie shrugged. "What are you doing here?" She asked repeating his question for lack of anything better to say. Her mind had gone blank as it sometimes did when he was near. She found it annoying and was never more relieved when she got over the odd spells and was able to treat him like a normal human being.

That's what he is after all. Just because he plays football doesn't mean that he has some kind of super powers like the majority of Dillon would have you believe.

There's a six-pack of beers by his feet and a football tucked under his other arm.

Smirking at her reluctance to actually tell him what she was really doing hanging out at the deserted football field by herself; Tim returned her shrug with one of his own.

A couple of days later and he moved in with them.

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