Lyla had recently come to the unfortunate realization that not only was her new boyfriend perfect, sweet, and a good influence, he was tedious, dull, and bordering on robotic as of late.
She was trying hard to convince herself it wasn't because he was so perfect, because she didn't want to be the girl who needed upset in her relationship to be happy.
She wanted to be able to crave a normal, quiet lifestyle with her normal quiet boyfriend, but it had gotten to the point where she had started to think he secretly hated her and had killed his own personality to hide it.
Lyla couldn't find an exact reason why a person would do such a thing, but the more she was around Chris the more sense it started to make. They could be lying on his couch watching a movie and she felt like he was being the perfect boyfriend.
The perfect boyfriend that she had programmed herself and put into her very own beautiful, christian robot.
She thought this as she kissed him goodbye before walked home lost in her thoughts and was only brought out of them when she realized that she had stopped walking.
She looked around her and the first thing she recognized was the familiar sign. Number 33. Tim Riggins. Of course. She was standing in front Tim's house. Of all places.
She hurried away, hoping against hope that he wasn't home and if he was that he hadn't seen her. She knew he was in love with her and she didn't have the energy to deal with him right now.
She approached her house. Next year she was a senior. It was summer. The summer before her senior year and she was determined to have the best summer of her life since it was probably her last.