A/N: Thanks for the sweet reviews on the first bit of the story...hopefully you ladies are going to enjoy it! Just a few notes on the first chapter: I didn't realize until I was skimming over it this morning that I put Season 3 at the beginning...I meant Season 4!

Also, a reviewer pointed out that the team in Dillon is the Panthers and that there is only one high school. I know that, obviously, but if you watch the season finale for Season 3 (spoilers ahead if you haven't), you'll recall that the school board decides to reopen East Dillon High (the Lions) and that Coach Taylor's contract isn't reviewed for the Panthers (they give his job to JD McCoy's coach, Wade Aikmen), but that he is offered the job as the head coach at East Dillon. So, in Season 4 there will be another school in Dillon, as well as a new job for Coach Taylor. Sorry if that wasn't clear!

Without further ado, Chapter 2: Enjoy!


Julie wasn't really sure what to expect when she drove up to Riggins Rigs, but a longhorn steer out front certainly wasn't it. Although when she saw the creature, she couldn't say that she was surprised; from the little she knew about Tim and Billy Riggins, a spectacle like that was just what they thrived on.

After parking her car in the nearest empty spot she could find and stepping out, she carefully walked through the open front entrance of the building and began searching for someone to help her out. Seeing a set of legs sticking out from under a little blue car, she hurried over, figuring it was Billy.

"Uh, Billy?" she asked lightly, hoping he wouldn't be intimidating.

"Billy's not here," grumbled the vaguely familiar voice in a muffled tone.

"Okay, uh, well my dad wanted me to come by and get an oil change," Julie continued, sure that whoever it was wouldn't turn down the business.

Suddenly, the figure began to move, gliding out from under the car until they were right in front of her, lying on the ground.

"Tim?" she asked, clearly surprised by his presence.

He nodded, still lying on his back. "Somethin' I can help you with, Taylor?"

"Aren't you supposed to be in San Antonio?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing with confusion. Had he really already given up?

At this, Tim sat up and shrugged. "College wasn't really for me," he explained nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just given up his opportunity to make something of himself, to get out of Dillon.

"Oh, uh," Julie said, not really sure what to say in response. "I need an oil change," she finally sputtered out, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt nervously.

"Billy's out gettin' lunch and I've gotta finish fixing this car before I can move on to anything else, so you can wait or you can come back in about an hour or so," Tim explained, returning to the position on his back and sliding back under the car.

Julie considered her options: sit here and attempt to make small talk with Tim Riggins, who arguably wasn't the small talk kind of guy, or go home and sit in her room with constant reminders of the fact that she had just broken up with Matt. Sitting in Riggins Rigs won.

"I'll wait," she answered with determination.

Tim grunted in response, then murmured something about there being chairs in the office if she wanted to bring one out instead of sitting on the dirty floor. Grateful for his suggestion, she had noticed the various oil and other wet spots on the cement floor, she hurried off in the direction of the office, returning quickly with a metal folding chair.

"So, uh, when did you come back to Dillon?" Julie asked a few minutes later, not wanting to sit in complete silence any longer. Why didn't they at least have a radio playing?

Tim was silent for a good twenty seconds before answering. "Last night," he finally said.

"Last night?" Julie repeated, shock evident in her voice. Apparently, last night had been a big night for both of them.

"Yep," was all Tim said in response.

"Isn't there, like, a game this afternoon?"

"Yep," he answered again. "Not like I was gonna play anyway," he added.

"Oh," Julie said. "Matt and I broke up last night," she admitted a few minutes later, after the silence had once again become unbearable and it was all she could think of to say.

As soon as the words flew out of her mouth, she regretted them. Why did she feel the need for the first person she shared this bit of information with to be Tim Riggins? It wasn't like they were friends or something; they were barely even acquaintances. He could probably care less what her relationship status was.

"That sucks," Tim said softly from under the car.

"Yeah," Julie said, nodding. "I guess it was expected though, right? I mean long distance relationships never work."

Tim was silent under the car, the only noises coming from where he was being the tinkering of metal on metal. Suddenly Julie remembered hearing that he and Lyla were still together, even though she was at Vanderbilt in Nashville and he was in San Antonio, well now Dillon.

"Wait, I mean, sometimes they work, its just normally they don't is all. I mean, you and Lyla are probably the exception. If anyone can make it work, it's you two," she muttered, trying to find the words to counteract what she had just said.

"No, you're right," Tim said a few minutes after Julie's rambling finally stopped.

"Yeah," she said without thinking. "Wait, what?" she asked, sitting up straighter in her chair.

Tim slid out from under the car and sat up, leaning against the passenger side door. "I said that you're right. About long distance relationships not really working," he explained, his gaze trained on his feet.

Julie was silent as she digested the information, figuring that if Tim wanted to expand on what he had said, he would.

"Lyla and I broke up last week," he finally said.

"Oh," Julie said, "I'm sorry to hear that."

Tim shrugged. "I wasn't really surprised, to be honest. I knew that as soon as she got away to bigger and better things, boys with more money and more class, she'd move on," he said.

Julie was about to say something about how that wasn't true, how she was sure he was a great boyfriend and that Lyla didn't know what she was missing, but was prevented from speaking by Billy entering the garage and announcing that he was back with lunch.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Julie Taylor, what can I do for you?" he asked as he approached the pair. Tim, Julie realized, had slid back under the car.

"I, uh, need an oil change," she said, suddenly aware that Tim had escaped.

"Alright," Billy nodded. "Just pull your car up into that empty spot and I'll take care of it before I get into my lunch," he explained, gesturing to the empty spot in the garage.

"No, no, go eat. I don't mind waiting," she said. It wasn't like she had anything better to do.

"Relax, Julie, it'll only take me a few minutes," Billy assured her before going to the office to drop off the sandwiches he had been holding in his hands while she went to pull her car inside.

When she returned and Billy got to work on her car, she resumed her seat next to where Tim was working. She noticed that as soon as Billy got back to the garage, he had turned the radio on—Slamming Sammy Meade, of course—and gotten to work. Apparently, she assumed, Tim preferred the silence.

"I'm sorry about Lyla," she finally said, the only thing she could think of that seemed appropriate.

"It's not a big deal," Tim said, still beneath the car.

Julie accepted this answer, knowing that she probably shouldn't push him any further. "Was Billy mad when you showed up last night?" she asked a few minutes later.

"Mad as hell," Billy yelled from across the garage.

She chuckled. "He was pretty pissed," Tim admitted. "Couldn't believe I had blown my opportunity to be the first Riggins to graduate college, said that if I was going to screw my life up I better be working in the garage instead of lying around the house drinking beer."

"Which is what he was planning on doing until I dragged his ass here this morning," Billy interjected again.

Tim rolled out from under the car. "Billy, shut up," he hollered at his brother.

Julie rolled her eyes at the interaction between the two. "So there's no chance you're going back?" she asked.

"You want rid of me, Taylor?" Tim joked, a hint of a smile forming in his eyes for the first time that afternoon.

"No, I uh, I just, you know wanted to make sure you weren't making a decision you were going to regret," she said, suddenly finding great interest in her feet.

Tim sighed. "I'm not," he said with finality.

"Okay," Julie responded, completely okay with his answer. After all, it was his life, not hers…and why did she even care so much?

"All done over here, Julie," Billy said a few minutes later, after silence had once again settled over the garage except for the voices on the radio that were still critiquing the games across West Texas from the previous night.

"Okay, uh, do I need to pay you now or anything?" Julie asked standing from the folding chair and crossing to where Billy was closing the hood of her car.

He shook his head. "Nah, I'll get a bill in your mailbox in the next few days," he explained.

Julie nodded. "Alright, well thanks. See ya, Billy," she said as she walked over to the driver's side of her car. "Bye Tim," she yelled across the garage as she opened the door.

"See ya, Taylor," he yelled, a muffled voice from beneath the car.