Title: Passion Plays
Main Character(s): Tim Riggins and Sawyer Owen (Original Character)
Rated: Teen
Word Count Of Chapter: 1242
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Friday Night Lights or its characters. All ownership goes to its rightful owners. All I own is my imagination, writing, and the character Sawyer Owen.
Summary: "All it was was one look. One smile. Three words."
Author's Note: First chapter's short. I know. And there's not much interaction with Timmy, but it's coming. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate any feedback/etc. I can get! This is my first Friday Night Lights fic, so be nice. I'm still getting their characters down pact.
Tim Riggins is probably best known for the party boy that he is. Getting drunk pretty much twenty four seven, sleeping with his best friend's girl... not exactly the best track record. But, he gets what he wants from girls, which is probably best explained with the fact that he's a Panther.
The Dillon High School Panthers are a lot like celebrities around this town. Dillon, Texas. If you're a Panther, or if you're in the family with a Panther, you're idolized. It's as simple as that. It's how this town's run, but along with being idolized, comes a lot of drama.
It's a simple equation, but one many players don't enjoy. If you win, you're congratulated and loved. But if you lose, you're hated and pretty much wanted dead by all town citizens. But, so far, the Panthers have had an unbeatable season, so there's nothing to worry about. Right?
Tim took another swig of his beer, leaning against his truck as he waited for practice to start. It was definitely not the best time for practice. Coach Taylor had decided to not allow his team to party. And well, if he couldn't party, then Tim would bring the party with him. The party being the booze that is.
Finishing off the can, he eyed a couple of girls walking past, knowing they'd be coming to watch. Although there weren't many spectators during practice, the only reason to be around was to wait for the players to finish and drag them off somewhere with them - them being the ladies.
Tim Riggins enjoyed the ladies. He was a ladies man. Despite his lack of sleep, and well his 'look'. That look that made him seem like he hadn't showered in days. But, hey, what can you do?
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There was something different about this town, something that was different from her last, she just couldn't put her finger on it. Tapping her steering wheel with her pale hands, the only thing dark being her black nail polished fingernails perfectly done. Singing along with the music was something that was familiar. Stopping with a screech, she hopped out of her convertible that had once been her brothers and hopped up the sidewalk, heading towards the front door of a familiar family.
"I'll get it!" Mrs. "Coach" Taylor called, getting up off the couch to head for the front door. Julie was in her bedroom studying, at least she thought she was, and well she wouldn't question where Eric Taylor, Coach of the Dillon Panthers was. Probably doing something with football. Shaking her head at the thought, she flung the door open in a swift movement, revealing a figure that made her gape.
With a soft scoff, one that showed that she wasn't quite believing the sight before her, she looked the teenage girl up and down. That same dyed red, darted straight, hair blew in the wind which matched her green eyes. She knew the girl well, her husband having coached her brother many years before coming to Dillon and many years before the accident.
"My, my." she started, "If it isn't Miss Sawyer Owen."
"Hey Mrs. T!" the girl cried, a smile sketching on her face.
"It's been a long time." Mrs. Taylor nodded, opening the door wider. "Come on in, get out of the cold."
"Thanks." Sawyer responded, stepping into the cozy, not to mention warm, home and wiping her feet lightly on the mat. Taking off her jacket, she ran her fingers through her hair, letting her bangs hit her face, blinding her if only for a few moments before she blew them out of her eyes and to where they were supposed to be, swaying to the side of her face.
"So, what do we owe this pleasure?" Tami took the girl's jacket and hung it up, leading her into the living room.
"Mom said it was time for a change." she told the woman, following her further into the house. "She said a fresh start would do us some good." she added shortly after, with a shrug.
Mrs. Taylor nodded, almost agreeing with the girl's mother. "Well, how about I go grab Julie and we can all do some catching up? Eric's out at the school, I think, coaching... As usual."
"Sounds like fun." Sawyer nodded.
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"Okay, so this school doesn't really have much to it. You just go to classes and try not to fall asleep because of how boring it is..." Julie explained, as she walked down the hallway, "But, it's the after school activities that are much better."
Sawyer laughed, "You mean parties?" she questioned her old friend, nudging her lightly, "Are you trying to tell me that Julie Taylor, Queen of listening to her parents and obeying the rules, goes out to parties?"
"Hey! You'd be surprised at what's changed since we last spoke. I mean, for one thing, I've got a football player as a boyfriend." she bragged.
Shaking her head, Sawyer held onto her newly received text books. It was only her first day and already she had about fifty pages of readings to do. This was why she had tried to convince her mom to let her transfer after the semester was over. "Okay, come on. Show me your 'boyfriend'. I'm not quite sure I believe this yet."
"You're in luck. He's over there." Julie spoke a few moments later, her speed quickening at the sight of Matthew Saracen, number seven of the Dillon Panthers.
"Hey." Matt responded to her smile with his own, kissing Julie quickly as he glanced to the girl trailing behind her.
"Matt, this is my good friend Sawyer. She's new. From California."
"H-Hey." Matt offered his hand, and Sawyer shook it.
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"Hey, Mrs. T." Sawyer sighed as she let herself into the Guidance Counsellar's office. She was supposed to go and see Tami Taylor to tell her everything had gone well during her first day of school.
"Oh, hey Sawyer." the woman greeted the girl, before finishing up typing something on the computer and then turning to face her. "So, how was the first day of school?"
"It was fine. Julie introduced me to Matt Saracen. Number seven of the Dillon Panthers." she said, as though it was the most interesting thing in the world with a small smirk.
"Yeah, those two are pretty fond of each other." Mrs. Taylor responded, her voice a showing a little hesitation, but she didn't let that catch on as she changed the subject. "Like your teachers? Anything you need help with?"
"Nope. Well, I mean, it's school so it's obvious that I don't enjoy my teachers with them giving me all this homework, but I can manage." she nodded her head.
"Good. Well, you just let me know if you need anything. I'm right here."
Nodding her head, the red head got up and flung her shoulder bag over her shoulder, "You got it. I'll see you later, Mrs. Taylor." she said before exiting the room and knocking into someone. With a loud 'umph' she felt her books drop to the ground and the guy walk past her.
"Yeah, it's no problem! I'm okay, I've got this." Sawyer called after the boy sarcastically, shaking her head, scoffing somewhat before finding him turning around to her as she stood up with her books firmly where they were before.
"Maybe you should watch where you're going." he said coldly.