So this is my first shot at a Tim and Tyra story! I have other story's some on and others on various different forums.
Disclaimer: I don't own FNL or any of the characters! This is just a fictional story. Thanks.
Let me know what you think of this story!
Chapter 1
Angry and hurt Tim stormed out of his brother's house and slammed the door behind him, hard! Tim not caring that his brother and Jackie were following him. He wasn't going to stay in that house with him another second. If Billy wanted to be with Jackie fine but Tim wasn't going to stick around and watch them pretend they were a perfect little family! He had long outgrown the game of house and wasn't interested in watching Billy, Jackie, and Bo live out their version of the game. Throwing his backpack and suitcase in the back of his truck Tim looked back at the house one last time. The place he used to call home. But now after everything he sure as hell wasn't gonna call that place with him home. Shaking his head Tim climbed into the cab of the truck and peeled out of the driveway. His hand had firmly gripping the wheel. There was only one problem. What the hell was he gonna do now?
Tim just kept driving around Dillon trying to think of anywhere he could go so he didn't have to spend the night in his truck! Tim was mentally kicking himself now for burning every bridge with every person that had once cared about him. There was however one bridge that had remained partially enacted. It was amazing that even after everything that one bridge had been left standing, barley. He just wasn't sure if the bridge was strong enough to withstand the pressure he was about to put on it. But he was out of options and it was worth a shot.
Finally Tim her himself parked outside a place he knew well. If anyone would help him it would be her. She wouldn't be happy about it and she would probably make his life a living hell but she was his only hope. After all she had helped him out of every scrape he had every gotten himself into and not to motioned saved him from getting his ass kicked a couple of times. Tim smiled to himself remembering how they used to be and how much he still missed her. He had never really thought of Tyra Colette as anything more than his current girlfriend and it took losing her for him to realize just how much she meant to him and he often found himself wishing he had treated like the treasure she was instead of well... He was sure all of Dillon new how he had treated her and he didn't want to think about that.
Sighing in he got out of his truck and made his way to her door. Unsure of what he was going to do or say. All he knew was that she was his only hope and he prayed that she would help him out this one last time... Well it probably wouldn't be the last time but he would worry about the future later. He knocked on the door and waited for a response.
The door flung open and Tyra just stood their looking at him.
"What are you doing here Tim and why does it look like I'm gonna wish I hadn't opened this door?"
"Oh, this?" Tim pointed to his two bags. "Umm these my clothes and stuff are in these bags. That's kinda why I'm here Tyra. I really need a place to stay," Tim put on his sexist smile.
"Oh no, no, you are not staying here with me." Tyra rolled her eyes and begun to shut the door but Tim stopped her.
"Look Tyra I know I'm not your favourite person but you're my shot. Tyra, don't make me beg you, please!" Tim flashed puppy god eyes at her as well as the smile he knew she loved.
"Fine, you can stay but don't come in my room, and don't even think of making this permanent this is temporary!" Tyra gave him a very stern look before allowing him to come into the house.
"Ok, fine whatever you want. Thank you!" Tim smiled at her as he moved his stuff into the house. This was gonna work out better than he had thaught.
End of Chapter! I hope you all liked it! Please read and review! Comments, ideas, or suggestions for improvements are welcome.