A/N: So FNL has been one of my favorite shows from the start, but I've never written a story for it. I have, however, written a few OC little sister stories so I thought I'd give it a shot and chose to use Jason, Tim and Matt. Hope you like it!

FNL Little Sister's stories

Jason and Nicky

Jason's accident wasn't something I knew how to deal with. It wasn't like you see in the movies or anything. At least not for me. I didn't rush through the crowd or kneel next to him. I did it all wrong. I just- I felt this chill go over me and it was like I couldn't breath. Everything just went so fast after that. Next thing I knew we were in the hospital and there was some doctor telling my brother he'd never walk again.

Both of my parents cried to the point where the doctor proscribed my mother a sedative so she wouldn't have a panic attack or something. Daddy went with her to take it.

I jumped when Jason spoke to me. "You okay?"

"Huh?" I said. I didn't want to stare at all the casts and stuff seemingly holding my brother together, so I just didn't look at him.

"Are you okay?" Jason repeated.

"Yeah I just…" I felt something rise in me and stopped so I wouldn't cry. I refused to cry. At least not in front of my brother. He was the one who deserved to be crying and I wasn't going make this about me.

"Nicky come over here." I slowly made my way over to him. "Listen, I know all this…I know it looks bad, but it could have been worse, you know. I mean the doctors said I could have- Just trust me it could have been much worse. We just need to be thankful right now."

I wanted to be. I mean nobody wants to be the selfish, glass half empty, why me person. Jason wanted me to be- I was supposed to be thankful. And maybe I was gonna get there. But not at that moment. At that moment all I could be was angry and upset. More than that I just wanted my big brother back the way he'd always been.

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(Jason 10, Nicky 7)

"Don't be a moron." Tim Riggins said kicking a discarded soda can further up the road. "How would it be possible for one guy to travel all around the world and deliver presents to every single kid."

"That's what makes it magical." Nicky Street explained. "And 'sides he doesn't go to every single kid. The bad ones don't get presents. They get a lump of coal."

"There's no such thing." Tim said.

Nicky crossed her arms. "There is so!" It was then that her older brother Jason, who'd gone into the house to find his tire pump, emerged. "Tell him Jason!"

Jason tossed his sisters hair "Tell him what Nic?"

"Tim says there's no such thing as Santa Claus."

"Tim." Jason sighed. "Why do you gotta go upsettin' her like that?"

"Its not true is it Jay?" She asked worried.

Jason smiled. "Course not. He's just fooling, aren't you?"

"I guess." Tim said reluctantly. "But man she's getting a little old to be believing in some damn..."

"Tim!" Nicky gasped. "Our mama said no swearin'. You're gonna be in trouble."

"Nicky." Jason stopped her before she could get back in the house. "Mama also said no more tattlin' didn't she?"

"Well yeah but..."

"But wouldn't it be more fun helping Tim and me fix our tires than to get us all in trouble?"

She picked at her shirt. "I guess…"

Tim sighed, to show that he was not too keen on the idea of working with his best friend's baby sister, when the reality was Nicky might as well have been his family too. He was almost always at the Street's house and the only reason he picked on her so much was because they were comfortable around each other.

"Y'all be careful with that." Mrs. Street called out from the doorway.

"Yes ma'am." The three kids said in unison.

"In fact," She said. "dinner's almost ready. Tim you're more than welcome to join us."

"Thank you ma'am," Tim smiled. "but I can't."

"That's too bad honey. Nicky it's your night to set the table isn't it?" She nodded. "Come in after you help the boys clean up" Mrs. Street said going back into the house.

"Alright mama." Nicky said.

"Why can't you stay for dinner?" Jason asked.

"I just can't." Tim said. "…Billy said if I keep eating dinner over here your parents are gonna think we don't have anything to eat at our house."

"Well you don't do you?" Nicky asked curiously.

"Nicky!" Jason silenced her.

"Sorry." She said embarrassed and began scuffing at the ground with her shoe.

"It's okay Nic." Tim said. "We have stuff to eat its just- Billy's busy with school. When my Dad comes home he'll make sure…"

"We know." Jason said. "It's cool man. My parents aren't gonna think anything."

"I still can't stay tonight Street." Tim said getting on his bike.

"Okay." Jason said picking up some of the bike tools. "Hey Tim can I borrow some of these to finish up my bike? I'll come over to your place later and give'm back?"

Tim nodded. "Sure man. See you later then. Bye Nicky."

"Jase?" Nicky asked after Tim was gone.

"Yeah?"

"Don't you have all those tools Daddy gave you for your bike?"

"Uh-huh." He said.

"Well then why d'you need to borrow Tim's?"

"I just would rather use these tonight. I'll return them after dinner and maybe ask Mama to make him a plate to bring over- you know since I'm already going over there."

"Nic!" Their mother called from inside of the house. "I thought I told you to do something little missy."

Nicky sighed. "Comin' Mama."

Tim and Ella

I slumped my backpack from one shoulder to the other and wondered what in the hell made textbooks so heavy. It didn't help that I was carrying my books and my brothers. It was so stupid. It wasn't like bringing him his textbooks would make him actually do his homework. It also didn't help that I'd planned on getting a ride back from school. But Billy said he had to work late and Tim was pulling a hermit routine. I turned around hearing a car honk.

"Hey Ella." My chest tightened as Mrs. Street pulled up to me.

"Oh, Hi." I smiled hoping I didn't look as awkward as I felt.

"You walking all the way home from school?"

"Yes ma'am." I nodded.

"That's a pretty long walk." She said. "You want a ride."

Any other time I would have loved a ride, but with everything that'd happened to Jason I wasn't too sure. "No thank you Mrs. Street. I don't want to be any trouble."

"Oh hun, I don't mind. It'll only take ten minutes to give you a lift and it's on my way."

I couldn't find any arguments on that so I walked over to the passenger side and got in. The awkwardness started suffocating me after 15 seconds of silence. Things had never been awkward with me and Mrs. Street. She'd always been so nice to our family and my brother was best friends with her son. I guess that was part of the reason it was so uncomfortable sitting in a car with her when Jason was in the hospital and Tim hadn't even said anything about going to see him.

"Oh I'm so glad that's done." She said.

"Ma'am?"

"Chemistry." Mrs. Street pointed to the text book I was holding. "I was the absolute worst."

"I may give you a run for that title." I said. "I'm not exactly on the way to becoming a chemist."

"At least I did better with that than in Bio."

"Ugh. Bio." I groaned. "I couldn't deal with Biology last year. I couldn't handle all of that gross stuff about body parts and bones and blo-" I froze. I mean her son was in the hospital! Was I not the biggest idiot in the world? "I- I mean."

She cleared her throat. "It's okay sweetheart." But it wasn't okay. Not at all. I pretty much ran out of the car when we got to my house.

Our house was too quiet. Billy was at work as usual and Tim just laid in bed all day. Usually that meant he was drunk, but that wasn't it this time. I looked in the fridge and checked the last of our milk to see if it was fresh. Billy hadn't gotten paid yet so going to the store for more wasn't an option. The milk had two days till the expiration date, so I figured it was safe and poured it into a bowl of cereal. I knocked on the door.

"Busy." I heard from the other side. I went in anyway. "Did you not just hear what I said?"

"Uh-huh." I said sitting on Tim's bed. "But I made you dinner."

"Yeah, well I'm not hungry." Surprise surprise. He hadn't been hungry in two days. Not since…well not since Friday night's game.

"Well I mean you ran through all the beer so I figured-" I sighed. "You gotta eat sometime Tim."

"You haven't." He was right, but I hadn't thought he noticed. Something about watching Jason Street get carried off the football field sorta killed my appetite too. But, ever the hypocrite, I wanted my brother to eat something.

"Billy'll be home in an hour or so." I said changing the subject. "So the truck'll be free if you want to go get something other than cereal or you know…to the hospital." He didn't say anything. "You know since that's where Jaso…"

"I know where he is Ella." He snapped.

"Well then why haven't we gone over there?"

"Nobody's stopping you."

"You mean aside from the fact that I cant drive yet and you wont give me a ride OR the fact that I can't go without you because he's YOUR best friend and it might be a little messed up for me to show up when YOU haven't even called? My question is what's stopping you?" I put down the cereal on his nightstand, too ticked and upset to play baby sitter anymore. "Eat your freakin dinner jackass."

"You're the jackass." he said under his breath.

"Shut up." I said about to leave.

"Els?" He stopped me.

"What?"

"Can I get a spoon?" I looked at the bowl of cereal.

"Unbelievable." I huffed walking back to the kitchen.

"Is that a yes?" I heard him following after me. I didn't bother verbalizing the answer because I figured if I opened my mouth I'd scream. And the need for a spoon meant he was in fact going to eat which was good. Even if he was acting like a two year old. A bratty two year old who needed a time out. I slapped the spoon in his hand. "This the last of the milk?"

I nodded. Tim thought before grabbing another bowl out of the rack next to the sink. He poured some of his cereal in it.

"Tim you're making a mess." I said fully aware of the disorder the rest of our house was in.

"I'll clean it up." He said when we both knew that wasn't gonna happen. He slid the bowl over to me. "Don't think I haven't noticed you haven't eaten either." I jabbed at the bowl with another spoon, spilling a little milk on the table. "Now who's making a mess?" I got up to get a paper towel. "I'm only kidding Els, God. Would you stop pouting long enough to take a joke?"

"Tim I talked to Mrs. Street today." I said quietly.

"W-what?" He looked up. "Why'd you do that? What'd you talk about?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" He asked.

"Nothing." I repeated. "School."

"Okay. Well quick question, when exactly did you decide to go behind my back?"

"Behind you back?" I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't aware that Mrs. Street was the enemy or something. And stop snapping at me."

"I'm not saying she's the enemy." He said. "Just why did you have to go to her?"

"I didn't go to her Tim. She saw me trekking my heavy ass back pack home from school since my normal ride spent the day boozing and eating cheetos in bed and left me to carry both our books."

"I never asked you to do that Ella." He said.

I scoffed. "That's so not the point Tim."

"Look I'm sorry I snapped at you or whatever…Did she say anything about- about Jay?" He asked.

"We didn't talk much… But Tim I really think if you just-"

"Hey ya'll." My other brother Billy entered interrupting me. "Guess who got paid today? Yup I went to the store and picked up a few things."

"Nice call." Tim said grabbing one of the newly purchased beers and heading back into his room.

"Those aren't that cold yet Timmy." Billy said getting no response but Tim's door closing.

"Damnit Billy." I huffed frustrated.

"What'd I do?" He asked. "God all I do is walk into the house and already your pissed at me?"

(Matt and Lydia)

I'd just finished reading the same sentence for the third time when the phone rang.

"Telephone!" I heard Grandma call out.

"I got it!" I yelled back picking up. "Hello?"

"Lydia!"

"What do you want Landry?"

"Is Matt there?" He asked.

"Landry." I sighed. "You dropped him off here, what, twenty minutes ago? He doesn't have a car and even if either one of you EVER did anything apart from each other, its still eleven o'clock on a Sunday night in Dillan, Texas. What exactly do you think he'd be doing?"

"Well somebody's snippy tonight." He said. "Just put him on." I sighed and knocked on my brother's door.

"What's wrong?" Matt asked.

"Other than the fact that the village idiot still continues to call our house?"

Smiling, Matt took the phone. "Hey Landry…What? No Landry she didn't just call you an idiot."

"Lydia Jean? Who was on the phone?" I turned around and saw my grandmother standing there.

"Grandma. What are you doing out of bed?" I asked.

"The phone was ringing wasn't it?" She said.

"Yes it was, but I picked it up." I explained.

"Oh." She smiled. "Good girl."

"Grandma I think you should get back in bed. If you stay up too late you'll be too tired to watch your morning shows tomorrow."

"You know I am kind of sleepy." She said. "Goodnight Sweetheart."

"Night Grandma."

"Goodnight Matthew."

"G'night." Matt said. "No not you Landry. Look I have to go. I have practice in the morning…I'm not sure… Look I told you all I know… No I don't think you should print fan T-shirts Landry…I'm hanging up now."

"What is Landry Clarke like your P.R. guy now?" I asked, plopping myself on his bed.

"He wants to be. Hell, if it were up to him this whole thing'd be a three-ringed circus. Its not like it's a big deal that I played the last part of the game. In a week or so Jason Street will be back on his feet and I'll be back to the days when my jersey stayed clean the whole game."

"But didn't Coach Taylor say he was gonna work with you this morning after church?"

"Yeah." He said. "But that doesn't mean anything. I'm sure he's just covering his bases."

"Look, don't get me wrong, I'm praying for Jason just as much as the rest of the town, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna pretend my big brother taking home a W isn't a big deal."

"Thanks Lyd." He said. "Hey I thought I was the oldest. Aren't I supposed to be the on giving you the congratulatory pep speech?"

"If I ever do anything to deserve one, you get dibs."

"Oh come on you do stuff. You're a big bad journalist." He said.

"Writing ten sentences in what is sadly considered the "World News Segment" in a high school newspaper nobody reads does not a journalist make. Besides I'm pretty sure they only gave me a job because Daddy's in the army."

"You still coming tomorrow?" Matt asked.

"Yeah. Even though I think its ridiculous that we have to do those stupid IChats so damned early."

"Hey, you know we have to work around his schedule. And it works out because I get to be at practice on time." He said closing his sketchbook on a drawing of a panther.

"Hold on." I said stopping him. "Matty, that's really good. You know it's not too late for me to run that by Mr. Frost."

"Lyd…" he sighed.

"I know, I know." I'd been trying to get him to submit his stuff in the paper for months. "It's just good is all."

"Alright." He smiled a little. "We both better get to bed before I let you turn me into an ego maniac."

My brother worked harder than just about anyone I knew and at the end of the day his only cheerleaders were me and my grandmother. And to be completely honest neither of us took her praises too seriously. I mean, she was Grandma. She would to throw us a parade just for tying our shoes every morning if she could. I wasn't trying to make my brother into an egomaniac, but I wanted to try and make him feel good. Someone had to.

A/N: Hope you liked it! I don't know if I'll continue it, but I just wanted to put it out there.