Disclaimer: No I do not own Friday Night Lights. I just happen to really like the movie…as well as the people in it.

I gave a groan walking off the plane and into the airport. The plan ride was fine but still a bitch. Than again traveling from Louisiana to Texas was. I finally felt what my aunt and uncle felt when they came to visit. Of course, nothing had ever fazed my cousin, Brian. But that was Brian.

I dropped my bags smiling as I found Brian's face. He had changed but thanks to the school pictures we got every year, I could recognize him. Brian was tan with dark hair and eyes that had a kind shine to them. He was tall and you could tell he lifted weights. From his ear, a little gold stud glinted in the airport light. A girl walked into the person in front of her, apologizing profusely and finally took her eyes off Brian. Same old Brian always had that effect on people.

It took a moment of shock before he ran over. "Frenchy?"

I gave a laugh nodding as he grabbed me in a bear hug. It had been three years, and I'd grown up a lot since then. His shock wasn't too surprising. "Hey there Jockstrap."

He held me at arm length grimacing. "Can we just cut it down to Jock?"

I sighed. "I guess so, as long as you don't introduce to me to your friends as Frenchy. I think I like my real name thanks."

Brian grabbed one of my bags walking me out of the airport. We were mostly silent until we got to his car. Damn was Texas bright. It hadn't been the best idea to have the small window on the plane shut. The sunlight was going to take some getting used to.

Brian opened up the trunk throwing my bags in, letting me still hold onto my side bag. "Marie, I'm really sorry about Uncle Paul, I mean your dad."

I smiled at him. "He was your uncle and my dad, Brian. I know what you mean either way. Thanks. It's really better off. Dialysis was a bitch and he was in pain." I stretched taking in the Texas sun. "Hey, I always wanted to see Texas again. Strange way to grant my wish, but you know what they say. God works in mysterious ways."

He leaned on the hood of the car watching me. "That might not be the best way to cope with this."

I mimicked his position on the car. "Brian. Don't worry about me. I know this is a weird way to deal, but it's my way. Plus I get to see my family and finish out my last year of high school away from people who would drown me in sympathy."

He watched my slightly skeptically. "What about your friends?"

I shrugged leaning in the car and shutting my door. "I mainly stayed with the people a year ahead of me. They're all off at college now. It happens. I'd rather start over."

He put the keys in the ignition starting the car up. "Hey as long as you know what you're doin' kiddo."

I scrunched my nose at him. "You're starting to sound like a hick, Jock face."

He rolled his eyes. "And you sound like a Creole hag, Frenchy."

I turned my face to the window so he wouldn't see me smile. Yeah, I had defiantly missed Brian.

I got out of the car as my aunt and uncle ran out of the house to me. My uncle got to me first spinning me in a little hug. "Well hey there sweet heart! Nice to grace little Odessa with your presence."

I laughed as he put me down. "Hey Uncle Al." My aunt swarmed forward pushing her husband out of the way to give me a hug and a solid kiss on both cheeks. "Hi Auntie Rosie."

She held be in front of her getting a good look at me. "Three years is much too long not to see you. You're school pictures do not do you justice my dear."

I laughed as Brian came behind me and grabbed his shoulder. "Well it's nice seeing Jock grew into those ears."

He dropped my bags. "That's it." He lifted me over his shoulder spinning me around as I was laughing. "Frenchy needs to learn some manners."

I heard my aunt yelling at him. "Brian, you put your cousin down this second. Both of you, get cleaned up for dinner. Matter of fact you should take her around town after, let her see the school."

Brian plopped me back down grabbing my bags. "Why not." He turned to me. "Still a football fan Frenchy?"

I gave him a look, still sprawled on the ground. "Please. As I remember I was the only one that would play with you at family reunions."

I remember the warm days in Alabama once a year up until I was twelve. We would spend the days running around with the family around us. Brian and I were the closest of all the cousins. Beside the fact we were the same age our mothers were sisters and we both were troublemakers, but sure as hell were we smart. We learned many things that summer. Most came in handy, such as learning to never ever go into a room with the door shut and a sock over the doorknob.

He gave a laugh and gave me his hand helping me stand up. "Yeah well Odessa football's a bit different from the pewees." He nodded toward the house. "Want to come to practice tomorrow? You'll get to meet the team. Good to have some guardians before your first day of school."

I smiled heading in the door. "That'd be nice. Better to know the jocks then get beat up by them."

My aunt smacked my hands away as I went to help her clean up with dinner. "Oh no you don't. You're going out with Brian now." She gave my cheek a kiss and gave me a sad smile. "I'm sorry about your dad sweetie, but I am so happy you're with us."

I gave her a hug. "Momma would have been happy I got to spend more time with you."

Brian grabbed a belt loop on the back of my jeans pulling me back. "Come on Frenchy, I'll show you the new prison you'll be at this year, and my home."

I gave him a big smile. "Football stadium?"

He laughed grabbing the keys from the table. "Well aren't you a psychic?"

I flipped my hair back smiling. "Hey, New Orleans has its magic. Has to bleed into some of her children."

Brian rolled his eyes. "You're still a drama queen Frenchy."

I smiled as he grabbed my hand leading me out of the door. "I'm not a drama queen. I've just got that god given talent for having that certain something. But don't act like that, you love me anyway Jock. It's what makes me me."

Brian and I sat on the roof of his car. At first, I was worried it would give way and send us crashing through, but after five minutes of it still being intact, I relaxed. Brian took a flask from his pocket and paused looking at me.

I nodded. "Brian, relax. My da' problems were because he kept drinking through liver failure. I think we both know when to quit." I took a swallow from it after him flipping the cap back on. I handed him the flask back and continued our conversation. "So, Permian Panthers, huh? Roar. Chavez, MOJO #4. How's it feel?" I smiled at him feeling the whisky warm in my veins already.

He sniffed looking at the dark sky over the stadium. "I love football, always did, always will. But I'll be damn glad for college."

I rested my chin on my knees following his line of vision to the stars that were still visible against the dark clouds passing by. It was nice out here. Mind you, the lack of light was slightly unnerving. But the sky? The sky made up for the creepiness one hundred percent. "Still want to be a big shot lawyer? Big house, big cases, beauty queen wife, and punting out babies like footballs?"

"Still want to be a hot shot photographer? Travel around making a big ass name for yourself?"

I slid my eyes to him seeing him smile. "I'm going to go ahead and take that as a yes."

He laughed and slid down the hood nodding to the car. "Come on, jet lag or not you got to get up early tomorrow to come to practice." He paused hand on the handle and looked back at me. "Uh we're grabbing Don Billingsley along the way. Forewarning, you're going to want to punch him in the face. He's a good guy and he gets a lot of shit at home. It just doesn't stop his mouth. Just remember, as dumb as he acts he's a nice guy."

I gave Brian a smile. "In other words he's going to hit on me or try to grab me and I'm not allowed to hit him but you are."

He thought about it for a second. "Pretty much."

I got in the car. "I can handle myself Brian. It's not like I grew up in a convent. I grew up in New Orleans." I heard my accent right through and saw him smile. "I'm a big girl, I know how boys are. I've been to parties. I'm not the innocent little twerp you might remember."

"I don't think anyone could have ever called you a twerp." He paused thinking for a moment. "Or innocent. I've seen you punch out people. Last time I went to visit you? In the two weeks we were there, you broke the noses of three guys, broke one kid's fingers, and threatened to castrate someone. Believe me I know how you are. I just wanted to remind you he's in the football team and we need him in once piece."

I gave him a mock salute. "Yes sir. Way to make me sound like a one-person gang. Any other reason you said that?"

He shrugged starting the car up. "All I'm saying is he's got a little reputation. Remember that."

"Okay, dad." I started laughing as Brian winced giving me a shove. I touched the black and white fuzzy dice wrapped around the rearview mirror. "Please tell me these are a joke."

He looked at me seeming slightly hurt. "I happen to think those are pretty damn cool."

I shook my head. "Jock, you really need to go to college away from here. I swear I want to kick your ass myself."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Uh huh, and what was in your car?"

I screwed my eyes up in concentration. "Take out, pom-poms -do not make any kind of comment, clothes, very possibly a pair of boxers…."

He held up his hands. "Okay okay, sorry I asked."

I let out a laugh laying my head on my wrist leaning my head slight out the window and letting the air brush my hair in the breeze.

"So-"

"Brian. Don't do it."

"Pom-poms."

"Shut up Jock strap."

"Two, four, six-"

"Brian want to know how it feels to be castrated?"

"You know, sometimes I wonder why no one ever tried sending you to a convent."

"I would have been a lot worse."

A/N:

Yes, I am bored and have no life.

So I hope you enjoy this because I was bored and watch this movie when I am bored.

Of course, when I'm bored and just finished watching my collection of movies to cure boredom I write fan fiction. Yes it is a terrible spiral and I am waiting for the day my friends gather together to give me an intervention.

Strangely enough, I think they would do it.

Of course, they would have to give me a life so I was not bored all the time. Hell knows I do not have one now.

Read and Review lovies.