I've gone country and Tim Riggins is my new TV dream guy. Taylor Kitsch is amazing as this troubled character and I just cant get enough of FNL. I don't own anything from FNL, and anything else that seems familiar is merely a coincidence. Please review with what you guys think. I want the constructive criticism, I am trying to grow as a writer.

Again in this story anything in italics in what the person is thinking in their head.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Once my plane landed and I got home, my welcome was less than warm. Jason was glad to see me, but my parents were apprehensive. They were worried my bad girl ways were going to once again tarnish their perfect little fake family facade. Before the fight could ensue I locked myself in my room, waiting for 3 o'clock to arrive, so I could go surprise my Riggins.

When I arrived on the field at 3 a very tall, cute boy was trying to move the football practice dummy

thingy. Just because I come from a football family and town doesn't mean I know everything football.

"You're going to hurt yourself, you know, keeping your head down like that." The look I got in return showed me that this kid was not enthused with my butting in.

"How would you know, little girl?"

"Cause I grew up football, my brothers in a wheelchair cause he did what you are doing right now, and I'm not a little girl. I could knock you on your ass before you even knew what hit ya'!"

"Ya right. How do you expect to do that?" And with that I charged him, up and under, to the ground, just like I had taught Tim. Yes I did say taught Tim! Don't be surprised. That boy had no balance before he met me. Its all about balance and being aware of your body, and how you are distributing your weight. That's why when Tim doesn't give a fuck or is drunk you can knock him down no problem, and other days when he is focused, he is like a brick wall and nothing gets through him.

"What the fuck, how did you do that?"

"It's easy. It's all about distributing your weight. Now your turn, try and take me down."

"Nuh uh your a girl, I'll hurt you."

"No you wont just try."

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

"Fine if I go put on padding will you?"

"Yes."

"Okay." I sigh and head over to the boys locker room. Practice hasn't started yet so no one is in here. I spot Tim's stuff in a box and with a devilish smile put it on. Back on the field 15 minutes later Santiago is doing better. He has only knocked me down once, but it's a start. Our little practice session is cut short though...

"Riggns! What the hell are you doing on ma' field with that uniform on?" Oh shit, that must be Coach Taylor.

Riggins' POV

"That ain't me Coach," I reply walking up.

"Well if that ain't you then who is it?"

There is only one person I know dumb enough to wear my uniform, let alone practice with the boys.

"Its Baby Street...she's back."

Chelsey's POV

I am tackled from behind unexpectedly and lifted into the air. "Ahhhh Riggins put me down you jerk!" I take off his helmet and lay eyes on my best friend for the first time in a year. My heart stops, he is more attractive then I remember. Before I know it he is kissing me like old times, and I'm not stopping him. I've missed this. After what seems like forever we are interrupted.

"Ay. Ay, none of that on the field. Tim you ain't helpin' yourself get back on the team any. Santiago hit the weights, see you at practice today. And you," he says turning to me, "I have not met."

"Chelsey Street," I reply shaking his hand.

"Jason's sister?"

"Yes sir. The one and only, nice to meet you Coach Taylor."

"Nice to meet you to hunny. Now get out of his uniform and you two off the field, practice is about to start."

"What about me Coach?"

"Not today Riggins," and he walks away.

Tim looked defeated and angry at the same time. "Go change, I'll wait for you at the truck."

As I'm walking in the change room I am met with the boisterous laughter of the football team. The first player I see is "Smash" Williams.

"Oh my lord, boys all our dreams have been answered. My girl Baby Street is back! Come here girl!"

"Smash I can't breathe," I choke out as he is smothering me.

"Damn girl it's good to see you."

"Good to see you too Smash. I missed my boys." I was met with a course of "We missed you too's" and "Who are you's?"

"She's Baby Street, Jason's sister, and the finest girl in Dillon. Any of you freshman even think about touchin the Smash's girl... you're dead."

"Hey Smash, read the jersey baby. Does it got your name on it? I don't think so. Guess you wont be touching me either." I shimmy out of Tim's uniform leaving me in the short shorts and sports bra I came in. I am awarded with whistles and catcalls.

"Eat your hearts our boys." I say slapping my ass I walk away.

"Oh man, Riggins is one lucky dude," says a freshman.

"Only time I've ever wanted to be Riggins," says Smash.

I am just about to leave the building. "Miss Street, what do you think you are doing in here?"

"Taking off the uniform like you told me to Coach."

"Well, okay but you really shouldn't be dressed like that around the guys in the locker room. Put this on." He is so cute being all serious but blushing and stumbling over his words.

"Okie dokie Coach, see yah later." It's only once I get outside do I realize it's Riggins' jersey he handed me.

"Hey 33," I yell into Tim's ear. He fell asleep, how cute.

"Real funny Street, get your ass in the truck. Why are you still wearing me jersey?"

"Oh the Coach was being a total dad and didn't like how I was dressed. He gave it to me to wear."

"Ah I see, well lets get you home so I can punish you for wearing inappropriate clothes." I just laugh as he speeds towards his house.