Ive wanted to write an FNL fic for a while this idea just sort of showed up. I knew if I didn't get it out of my system it be itching at me. I don't think it will be more then a one shot.


"One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching."

They said god cries every time it rains, but it didn't rain that day. In fact it was sunshine to the fullest. God should have been crying. He took a father and a husband away, but on May 2nd there was just no rain.

There was complete silence ironically because it was like every person who'd ever watched a Dillon football game was there. And if you'd ever been to a Dillon football game let me tell you this we weren't quiet. I'd never seen Tim Riggins cry, and I'd never seen smash Williams cry. But they were, both of them were just sobbing. It was like somehow he was more then just a father to me or my little sister, but to every single boy on that team. I'd never realized before that a coach is never just a coach. I'd never realized that those players loved him just as much as I did. It doesn't matter now though because hes gone. I stood there waiting for the rain. I stood there through the constant apologies from people who I don't even know if my dad knew. But thats normal; people only care once your gone. Humans only want something once they can't have it. In a way I hate these people I don't know, because they think by coming here it makes up for never getting to know him. I hate them so much.

"It's getting cold"my mother spoke her words somber and interrupting my thoughts

"I know I just want to be alone with him."I whispered, referring to the now buried casket.

"Ok baby come home soon," my mother cried. I nodded my head lamentably. It was once everyone was gone that I cried. I laid across the ground and begged god to wake me up, just to somehow make this not real anymore. To bring my daddy back to me, but I didn't wake up. I just laid there sobbing, because this wasn't a dream. The crash wasn't a dream. He was hit head on by a drunk driver, and it was no dream. In fact it wasn't even a nightmare, because in nightmares you wakeup. What I would do to wake up.

"Why me god? What did I do to deserve this?" I screamed, but no one could hear me. My dad was my best friend in so many ways. Now the only person who could hear me is gone. Death now as I lay above my dad's lifeless body no longer sounds so horrific as it once did. I wish I could die. I can hear footsteps loud and rough, but I don't look because if I get up I'll be even farther away then I am now. I can feel there body sit next to me and shaking like me.

"Julie, I am so sorry" I hear Tim Riggins rough voice as he lifts my body onto his. We sit there, me in his arms, and both of us just cry.

"I miss him so much Tim."I cried leaning my head against his chest

"I know, me too."He replied his tears matching mine.

For the first time in a long time it started to rain in Dillon Texas.