Julie drove around aimlessly for an hour after returning home from dinner with her family following the big win over Laribee. She wasn't sure if she was feeling nostalgic or just restless, but either way as she drove through the familiar streets that were full of memories of her relationship with Matt, she couldn't bring herself to turn around and head home.

Lost in thought, she continued to drive until suddenly, as if it hadn't been her own hands and feet turning the wheel and pressing the accelerator, she found herself in Tim Riggins' driveway. As she opened the door and climbed out of her car, still unable to explain to herself the thought process that led her there, she debated internally whether or not she should knock on the door.

Eventually she decided that it wouldn't hurt anything, it was still relatively early and she was pretty sure Tim would still be up. Surely, she thought, he wouldn't mind having some company or someone to talk to for a little while. After all, he had all but admitted he was lonely earlier in the evening.

Slowly lifting a fist to the door, she knocked twice before settling her arm back by her side. Hearing a muffled conversation on the other side, the door eventually swung open to reveal a definitely shirtless, definitely not as built as Tim, Billy Riggins.

"Uh, hey Julie," Billy said as he leaned against the doorframe with a questioning look on his face. If he was uncomfortable with the state she was seeing him in, it didn't show.

"Hey, uh, Billy. Is Tim home?" Julie asked casually as she tried to fill her voice with confidence, to make it seem like she randomly drove over to Tim's all the time just to see what he was up to.

"Sure," Billy said, his eyes narrowing before he turned around to yell, "Timmy! Julie Taylor's here to see you!"

"He'll be right out," he assured her before suddenly walking away and disappearing into what she assumed was the bedroom he shared with Mindy, leaving Julie to stand awkwardly on the front steps.

A minute later, Tim emerged in front of her. Clearly he had been asleep, his eyes squinting from the light and dressed only in an old pair of Dillon sweatpants, causing Julie to have to make a conscious effort not to stare at his sculpted chest.

"Taylor," he said, nodding as he greeted her.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, were you sleeping? I'll just, I'll just, uh, go," Julie said quickly before spinning around and speed walking towards her car.

"Wait," Tim said from the doorway, causing her to stop in her tracks and turn to face him, this time slowly.

"Is everything okay?" he asked with concern in his voice.

Julie nodded. "Yeah, I just, uh, somehow ended up in your driveway," she answered honestly.

Tim folded his arms across his chest and transferred his weight to one foot as he leaned against the doorway. "You wanna come in?" he drawled.

"Sure," Julie answered after a reluctant pause. "I mean, is that okay?"

Tim pushed himself away from the door and let his hands fall to his sides before turning and entering the house. "If it wasn't, I wouldn't have asked," he said over his shoulder.

Julie followed him in, suddenly filled with intrigue. What would the infamous Riggins boys' home look like? She was surprised to find it clean and tidy; even the empty beer bottles were piled into a plastic box labeled recycling.

"Mindy likes it clean," Tim answered as if he could read her thoughts. Apparently the surprise she felt on the inside at the cleanliness of the house was written all over her face.

"Oh," Julie answered simply as she watched Tim's actions.

Tim nodded as he crossed into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get another beer. "You want one?" he asked as he stuck his head inside.

"I'm good," Julie said, standing awkwardly by the breakfast bar with her hands stuffed in her pockets. "I'm, you know, driving," she offered a few beats later as an explanation.

Tim shrugged as he straightened. "Suit yourself."

Smirking, he left the kitchen and walked into the living room where he deposited himself on the sofa and flipped Sports Center on. Still shirtless. "This okay?" he asked, watching as Julie followed him into the living room and sat on the opposite end of the sofa.

Julie shrugged; she didn't really have a preference.

For the next hour, neither one of them forced small talk as they watched the announcers recap the day's sporting events before Tim changed the channel to some action movie. Instead, the only sounds in the room came from the voices on the television. Julie was glad; she was afraid Tim would ask why she had shown up at his house and she still didn't have an answer for him.

Glancing at the clock across the room, she suddenly realized that she was going to be late for her curfew if she didn't leave in the next five minutes. Jumping up, she gathered her purse before frantically turning to Tim. "I have to go," she spit out before running to do the door.

"Slow down, Taylor," Tim said as he took his time standing from his end of the sofa and stretching, giving Julie an opportunity to ogle his sculpted chest for the second time that evening.

"You remember my dad, right? Coach Taylor, crazy hair, evil eyes, lots of rules," she reminded him from the doorway.

Tim smirked. "Rings a bell," he murmured with a light chuckle as he took long strides to reach her.

Julie stopped her movements as he arrived in front of her. "I guess I'll see you around," she said before turning again and continuing to her car as Tim watched her leave.

"Hey Taylor," Tim called to her retreating form.

"Yeah?" she asked as she pulled open the driver's side door.

"You're welcome here whenever," Tim said with a gentle grin from the front steps.

Julie nodded to assure him that she had heard before sliding into her car and pulling out of the driveway.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter!