Title: Passion Plays
Main Character(s): Tim Riggins and Sawyer Owen (Original Character)
Rated: Teen
Word Count Of Chapter: 1782
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Friday Night Lights or its characters. All ownership goes to its rightful owners. All I own is my imagination, writing, and the character Sawyer Owen.
Summary: "All it was was one look. One smile. Three words."
Author's Note: So, I thought I'd establish a timeline (I don't know if I've done this here yet or not) but there has been no Powderpuff Game. And it's just before the State Championships.
Chapter Four: The Powderpuff Girls
"I can't believe your mom's punishing us like this." Sawyer mumbled, "I mean, she could have made us wash the hallways of the school and I'd be more happy about it, hell, I'd even clean the damn toilets - being so overjoyed about it it'd make you sick instead of the smell. Anything."
"Have I thanked you for letting me turn into you and skip class?" Julie asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, you did." the girl grumbled as the two girls walked into the gym where many girls were already gathered. Sawyer saw Matt and Tim picking teams already.
"Well, I guess it won't be that bad." Julie decided simply, nudging Sawyer.
"As much as the idea of getting to hang around a bunch of cheerleaders is so exciting, I'd be much more happy on a couch with Tim Riggins than on a field with him as a coach." she smirked as Julie crinkled her nose at the thought.
"Please. No visuals." she stated before they were interrupted by the gym teacher.
"Why, how nice of you ladies to join us. Taylor, Owen come join the rest of us."
Sawyer groaned, throwing her head back as she was dragged towards the rest of the group - acting as though she'd much rather have her head chopped off than play in some stupid Powderpuff game. Why in the world would a school want to make these games annual?
"Owen." Tim spoke up, removing hair from his eyes. "You're on the team." he added once more as Sawyer stood stationary and the class cheered. Mumbling something not audible to herself, but it was probably better that way, she walked over towards Tim and the rest of the girls he had already picked.
"Yeah, wipe the smirk off your face, Riggins." she said, walking past him and standing beside a girl that she was sure was in her English class. Tim smirked as he thought on his next choice, eyes flickering to Lyla; surprised to see that she was looking right at him, and Sawyer.
"Julie." Matt said.
"So, you and Riggins, huh?" a voice interrupted Sawyer's thoughts.
"What?" Turning around, she came face to face with a brunette.
"You and Riggins. You guys a thing now?"
"Is that really any of your business?"
"I was just wondering."
"Garrity, Owen! Get back to your positions!" Tim exclaimed from the sidelines as Sawyer grabbed the football and threw it up in the air before catching it herself. As the girls lined up in their practice positions, Sawyer called the play and ran back with the ball; the quarterback at the time. Her arm raised, she threw the ball, her arm flying around swiftly as the ball rose into the air and flew perfectly towards one of the girls.
"Perfect!" Tim yelled, walking towards the group of girls he had chosen for his team with a smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing now.
"So, here's what I got. Owen's gonna be QB, Garrity you're the fullback." he continued to list off the different names, some he got right, others he simply made them up as he went along - and the girls didn't seem to care; they just went along with it.
"Hey, Tim; can I talk to you?" Sawyer pulled Tim over to the side as the group was allowed a water break; a short one, but one none-the-less. "I can't be your quarterback."
"Why not?" Tim glanced down at his clip board nonchalantly.
"My brother was a quarterback, Tim."
"Exactly. It's in your blood, Red." he sighed when she didn't reply, "Look, whatever happened with your brother is in the past, and since you're not willing to tell me what happened you can't expect me to understand. Owen, you're not going to be like your brother just 'cause you play the same position he did in one game. And it's not even a real game."
"I swore off football. I promised my parents I wouldn't go near anything to do with it." It seemed a bit extreme, but Sawyer was used to telling her parents what they wanted to hear. She couldn't stand to see the look in their eyes when they were disappointed in her. Not to mention that they were quite harsh when it came to penalties for misbehaving.
"Well, to be fair, you've already broken that promise by coming to a game and making out with me." he smirked, but his voice was far from joking.
"That didn't involve me playing it."
"Come on, Sawyer. You've got to do this - if not for you, then for me. and if that's not enough; to kick Saracen's team's ass."
Sawyer sighed, "Fine. But not for you so don't start getting a big head about it - well bigger than you already have that is. I'm doing it for bragging rights over Julie."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night Rover. And whatever gets you out on that field."
"So, Coach, think we're going to win?" she teased as the two stood at the side of the football field.
"Losing isn't an option," Tim Riggers, or Coach Riggins, answered, his voice stern and confident.
"Woah there. Like you said; it's just a game."
"Maybe so, but failure is not an option Miss QB-One." his voice went a little softer towards the end, but Sawyer could tell Tim Riggins did not enjoy losing.
"Then we won't. Besides with me around, there's not way you can lose." she teased.
"You're starting to sound a bit cocky there, Red." he threw his bag over his shoulder.
"I've been hanging around you too much."
Sawyer followed Tim towards his truck, as the two headed towards the parking lot. Ever since Sawyer and Julie were caught skipping, she had been taken away privileges of getting to drive her own car to school, not to mention she had to do her homework before hanging out with Julie. And her parents had to check it. She rolled her eyes at the thought. The red head stopped when Tim did and watched him swiftly throw his things into the open back of the truck. Leaning against the side, she continued to watch him as he reached over again.
"I guess you're going to need a uniform." he stated subtly.
"Oh, you mean I get to be a cool Panther, now too huh?" she exclaimed sarcastically.
"Well..." he opened his bag and grabbed his uniform, pulling it out. "You're wearing mine so that would make you less of a nerd."
"Oh-hoh!" she exclaimed, pretending as though his comment had hurt her. He chuckled softly, tossing the uniform to Sawyer. "Please tell me you washed it." Tim rolled his eyes and got into his truck.
Sawyer had grabbed a ride with the Taylors early that day, having not told her parents about the Powderpuff game. Only Mrs. Taylor knew that truth, mainly because they all knew that Coach Taylor would make an issue about it and force her to tell her parents. Sawyer didn't need that right now, she was perfectly fine lying to them, and they were perfectly fine having no idea what was going on in her life.
"You girls know it's just a healthy game, right?" Tami Taylor commented from the front seat as they pulled into the school's parking lot. "It's not about winning. I don't want to hear any fighting on the way back."
"Oh, there won't be." Julie responded, "Because Sawyer's obviously come to grasp the concept of losing."
Sawyer laughed, "Yeah, if you mean grasping the concept of you losing the game." she nudged her friend. "We all know who has the better arm here."
"I sure do." Julie smirked as the four piled out from the car.
"It's going to be a long way home." Tami mumbled to her husband.
"Go, go, go!" Tim exclaimed as the red head caught the ball and sprinted down the field. With the ball cradled in her arm, Sawyer dodged the other team as she took advantage of an open hole, dove past Julie quickly and passed the line. Immediately, Landry's arms threw up into the air; signaling a touchdown.
"Yeah!" Tim laughed in the face of Matt before running over to Sawyer. "We might make a QB out of you yet."
Sawyer tossed the ball towards the boy with a smile. "Sorry I can't say the same about you." she teased, once Tim was closer and his arms found their way to her waist, dropping the ball as he kissed her. Their own celebration was interrupted by a clearing of someone's throat and Sawyer quickly pulled away to see a tall woman very overdressed for this kind of function standing only a few arm lengths away from them.
"You're lucky Richard's in the car." she looked Tim over quickly; obviously disgusted by the boy's appearance. "I'll be in the car. I expect you to be there too." And with a simple glare, she walked away, but not before adding, "Try and take that ugly black stuff off your face. I'd hate to see his face when he finds out."
Sawyer's hand rose to the top of her cheek and ran across the black streak that the players had put on before the game. "So much for that." she muttered softly, quickly pulling off his uniform and giving it back to Tim. "Maybe number thirty-three will have better luck now." she tried to lighten up the situation.
"Who was that?" Tim asked, still slightly confused at what had just happened.
"My mother." she sighed.
Author's Note: thanks for the reviews everyone! It's what motivated me to write another chapter To Scanner-Cat-Scat, it simply just means that they couldn't look away from each other. ;)
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