So I told myself that I would focus on my Power Rangers fic, but after finishing Friday Night Lights (better late than never, right?), I knew I had to write something. I fell in love with this show, and of course, with the incredible Tim Riggins. I'm going to try my best to keep everyone in character, and forgive me if there are any mistakes; English is not my first language.

Chapter 1

"Mom! Have you seen my red headband?" Annette Bradshaw yelled from her new room. Her hands were going through a box, trying to find her favorite accessory. There were clothes all over her bed, and books all over the floor. They had just moved in two days ago, and she was already sick of not being able to find anything.

"It's right here on the kitchen countertop, Annie!" Her mom yelled back from the kitchen.

"What? What the hell is it doing in there?" Anne frowned, running towards the kitchen. Her mom was washing the dishes, humming a song. Anne spotted the headband and grabbed it, making sure that it wasn't wet.

"This place is a mess. I feel like we're never gonna stop unpacking."

Her mother gave her a sympathetic look. "Oh, darling, stop worrying about that. You gotta focus on school tomorrow."

School? Or my possible new personal hell? She was going to spend her senior year at the Dillon High School, and just thinking about starting over at an unknown place was terrifying. Back in L.A., she had a few friends, but she didn't know anyone in Dillon. What if no one talks to me?

"Right. I'm sure I'll be making friends in no time." Anne looked down at the floor, drawing invisible lines in the headband with her fingers.

"I'm sure you will." Her mother reassured her, gently patting Anne's right cheek. "You're a lovely girl."

Anne bit her lip, smiling, and lifted her gaze up. "Thanks, mom."

After finishing cleaning up the room, she prepared her backpack for tomorrow, making sure she didn't forget anything for her first day. Once she got to bed, she fell asleep almost immediately.

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Mr. Johnson's class?" Anne asked a petite blonde in the hallway. Her mother had given her a ride to school that morning, on her way to her new job at one of the local gift shops. Anne had managed to get her schedule, but couldn't figure out where the classroom was.

"Yeah, it's on the first room right around the corner. I'm in that class too; we could walk together if you want. I'm Julie Taylor." The girl offered Anne her hand, and she firmly shook it.

"Sure, thanks! I'm Anne Bradshaw, nice to meet you." She smiled, relieved that she had found someone nice enough to walk her to class. Maybe this will be easy after all...

"So you're new, uh?" Julie asked, once they were in the room. They sat next to each other in the back, murmuring while the teacher wrote some things on the board.

"Yeah, I moved in last Friday."

"Where are you from?"

"Los Angeles." Anne replied, resting her chin on her palm.

Julie's eyes widened. "Wow, you're a long way from home."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I feel like I'm going to have a hard time adjusting here. Everything is so..."

"Boring?" Julie grinned.

"I was going to say simple, but boring is also an accurate word for it." Anne chuckled, glancing towards Mr. Johnson, making sure he couldn't hear them talking. The last thing she needed was to get detention on her first day. "Unless there's some hidden entertainment that I'm missing."

"Well, there are the football games on Friday night."

"Oh, Panthers, right? I saw some signs. I know nothing about football, though. At my old high school there was a basketball team, but I never paid attention to it."

"You can come with me to the game this Friday if you feel like it." Julie gave her a bright smile. Damn, she's friendly. "My dad is the coach, so I can't miss it, unless I'm laying in a hospital bed." She giggled. "And my boyfriend is the quarterback, so..."

It would be rude to say no, wouldn't it? Anne didn't care for football, or any sport for that matter, but she couldn't miss a chance to make friends. "Alright, I'll go. Thank you for inviting me."

They stopped talking once the teacher began with the class, and Anne tried her best to pay attention. She hated algebra, but she made an effort and took plenty of notes.

"Hey, do you wanna come sit with me at lunch?" Julie asked her on their way out of the classroom once the bell rang. "I'll introduce you to my boyfriend and his best friend."

"Sounds good."

Once they got their trays of food, Anne followed Julie towards a table in the middle of the cafeteria. Two boys were sitting next to each other wearing football jerseys. Julie bent down to give a quick kiss to the guy with the 7 on his jersey. They smiled at each other, and Julie gave him a peck on the cheek before she sat down.

"PDA is not something anyone wants to see." The guy in the 85 jersey said.

"Oh, shut up." Julie's boyfriend chuckled, his face red. Lucky Julie. This guy is as cute as a button.

Julie cleared her throat. "Guys, this is Anne Bradshaw. She's new in town."

Anne smiled at the boys, offering both of her hands for each of them.

"Hey, I'm Matt Saracen."

"Landry Clarke, pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine." She replied, shaking their hands. "So, you guys play football?"

"Oh yeah, we're literally the best players on the team." Landry said.

Matt and Julie gave him a weird look, and then they burst into laughter.

"He's exaggerating." Matt said. "But we did win a State Championship two years ago."

"And Landry wasn't on the team when that happened." Julie added.

"Hey!" Landry sounded outraged. "Why did you have to sell me out like that?"

"I didn't sell you out!" Julie laughed. "I'm just stating facts."

Anne began eating her food, and answering Landry's never-ending questions. She told them she was from L.A., and that her mother had started a new job in a gift shop near the school. She avoided mentioning her dad, who was the actual reason they had to move in the first place. Her mother had caught him cheating on her, and immediately asked him for the divorce. Anne cried for weeks because of it, and while she didn't want to leave her school and her friends, she understood why her mother didn't want to live in L.A. anymore. There were too many memories in their house. She hated her father, and even though he called her every now and then to check up on her, Anne couldn't bring herself to say more than "I'm fine" or "I'll call you some other time." He had hurt her mother deeply, and didn't deserve anything at all.

"So are you coming to the game on Friday?" Landry asked her, interrupting her thoughts.

"I am, yes. Julie invited me. Listen, you guys don't happen to know where I could get a job in this town, do you?" Anne wanted to get a job to help out her mother with the bills. She had worked as a waitress before in L.A., and wasn't going to stop working just because she lived in Dillon now.

"Well, I could talk to the manager to see if he can give you a job at the Alamo Freeze. It's the restaurant where I work." Matt offered.

"Really? That'd be amazing, thank you!" She nodded enthusiastically. "I really appreciate it. Julie, your boyfriend has a heart of gold."

"I know, right?" Julie grinned, taking Matt's hand.

"I think it's great that you want to contribute to society by getting a job, Anne." Landry commented.

Anne snorted. "You're hilarious."

"I mean it. Most teenagers don't even bother to look for a job."

"You don't have a job." Julie pointed out.

"Selling me out again, aren't you, Taylor?" Landry pouted. "I might not have a job, but I do have a band."

Anne stopped laughing when she heard that. "You have a band? Really?"

"It's a Christian speed metal band called Crucifictorious."

"Crucifictorious? That's an interesting name."

"Came up with it myself." Landry said proudly.

Once lunch was over, Anne headed towards her locker to pick up some books. Julie was telling her about her mother, who was the principal of the school, and her baby sister Gracie. It had only been less than a day, but Anne was grateful to Julie. She had been afraid that she wouldn't be able to make friends, but she had found three nice people already, and a possible job.

The rest of her classes passed quickly, and Anne shared some of them with Julie, Matt and Landry, so she hadn't felt lonely. When the final bell rang, Julie kissed Matt goodbye, and Anne waved at both him and Landry. The boys headed towards practice, and she and Julie left the school in her car. The blonde had offered to be her ride, and they talked a bit more during the journey.

"So, do you have a boyfriend back in L.A.?" Julie suddenly asked. Anne blinked with surprise; she hadn't expected that question.

"No, no boyfriend. Actually, there haven't been any boys for me, ever." She admitted.

"What? No way!" Julie shook her head in disbelief.

"It's true. It's just... every time a cute guy talks to me or asks me out, I just say the most embarrassing things, and I ruin the moment. I can't talk to guys, period."

"You talked with Matt and Landry just fine!" Julie reminded her.

"That's different. Matt's your boyfriend, and Landry looks harmless."

"Okay. But when you do meet a guy that you find cute, let me know and I'll help you out."

Anne sighed, then gave her companion a tiny smile. "Thanks, Julie."

The rest of the road was silent, and when Julie stopped at her house, she giggled.

"What is it?" Anne asked her, confused.

"You live right next to Tim Riggins!"

"Who?"

"Tim Riggins! He's the tailback of the Dillon Panthers! He plays football with Matt and Landry!" Julie exclaimed, as if this information was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Julie, I'm new. I don't know who Tim Riggins is."

"You will know soon. There's his sign! You didn't see it?" The enthusiastic blonde pointed at the house next to Anne's. There was a sign, which she hadn't actually bothered to read until now. Riggins, Running Back, #33, Dillon Panthers.

"Okay, now I've seen it. But who is this guy? Was he in one of our classes?"

"Yeah, he was right there with us in algebra and English. He was the tall guy with long hair!"

Anne's eyebrows frowned. "Doesn't ring a bell. Thanks for the ride, Julie." She got out of the car, waved Julie goodbye, and headed back to her house. Tim Riggins. Why am I getting a weird feeling about a guy that I haven't even met yet?