Julie's eyes landed on the clock above the classroom door slowly ticking away. She couldn't have been more impatient in her entire life. A little on the dramatic side but it's the same feeling she gets every time she is looking forward to something.

A nervous knot in the pit of her stomach, wide eyed stare, and a restlessness in her feet that looked more awkward than Landry.

She continuously tapped her pencil against her desk while listening to Noah go on about his latest English obsession. Usually she was all for his speeches, new techniques, and vibrant love for the subject but not today.

Her mind was lacking concentration for school work and more on a gritty boy with dirty locks.

It only had been twenty-four hours since Tim had mentioned some type of planned event he had put together. He never actually said he planned it but what else was it going to be? Julie and Tim were still at the point in their relationship where in the eyes of Dillon, were just friends.

It was nothing more and nothing less.

It must have been a turning point for some of the people in Dillon. They were always so focused on her father's dealings on and off the field. With those dealings meant what he was up to, what her mother was up to and what she was.

Julie Taylor had been sneaking off with the town's mishap. Off getting in trouble and having to shack up on the field to do damage control. But now that the punishment was over because her father never could hold a grudge against her, they were hanging out together for other reasons.

Hence, the whole situation planned for eight on Friday.

The one that was a secret and the one Tim wasn't making a peep about. Julie just wanted to plant her fist into that cocky smirk that would light up his whole face.

The loud ringing that sounded more like a fire alarm than a class bell ended the miserable class that she had endured. She collected all of her books together tossing them neatly into her green over the shoulder bag. Julie stood up from her seat, almost reaching the door when Noah stopped her.

"Was I not thrilling enough for you today?" he asked in a playful manner. Noah piled the homework assignments he had gotten earlier in the period.

Julie placed her bag back down on the floor, sitting on top one of the empty desks in front of his. "It wasn't you. My head just isn't with me today."

Noah smiled at the girl in front of him. Her eyes were concentrating on him but he could tell by the look that she had a lot on her mind. "It happens. What's on your mind?"

Julie knew that she shouldn't be telling a soul about what she was supposedly doing but she trusted Noah. He was more than a teacher to her. He was her friend and that was something she never took for granted. Not too long ago, he was the only one that would lend an open ear to her. Offer her activities and opportunities that kept her mind off of Matt.

She tucked a loose strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear, "I have plans on Friday night after the game but I don't know what they are. It's a surprise. I'm a little apprehensive."

"Is this with a guy?" he asked leaning back into his chair fighting for a more comfortable position.

Of course it was with a guy.

She wouldn't be half this nervous if this was Lois because at least she would know that involved her obsession with a guy. Likely it would be Tim and she would just be dragged through this ludicrous plan to win over his love. Yet she would sit casually, rolling her eyes, and praying that no one else thought she was as love struck as her.

"Yeah it is. He's someone that surprises you with both good and bad things. I guess the bad isn't always that much of a shock but I'm trying to hope for the best. I just want whatever planned to go right so I can enjoy it and not worry about my parents burying me in the backyard." She ranted with no breaks or breaths.

Noah's brows were creased together but a small amused smile playing upon his lips, "You need to take a detour from the worrying bandwagon. Don't fret about his track record. You need to think about what he is doing now."

"Your right." She agreed.

He leaned up resting his arms on his desk, "We all have pasts, Julie."

We all have pasts, Julie.

Yeah, unfortunately one that can haunt, crush, and determine all that is coming.

Julie stalked across the field to the empty bleachers to wait until her father was done with practice. It had become a natural routine since both parents were always at the school later than normal.

But her father took the cake for getting home early, especially with her mother dealing with meetings that ran until almost six at night.

Dillon was unusually cool this afternoon. The wind had picked up creating a whipping motion of her loose blonde strands making sure she looked like a mad woman.

Her eye caught onto the broad shoulders of one boy, jersey adorned with the number thirty-three. He just threw himself to the ground practicing a tackling drill. She had the immense desire to just be one of those rally girls who had no problem in jumping down, yelling cute but obnoxious things at their players with a flirtatious smile, and receive nothing but a wink back.

Julie ran down the bleachers carefully making sure she didn't fall flat onto her face before she reached him.

"Tim!" she squealed throwing her arms around him as best she could. It could get a little challenging with shoulder pads in the way.

He grinned back at her wrapping his arms around her waist, giving her a slight tap on her ass, "Jules."

She blushed slapping him on the chest, "Not appropriate on the field. My dad is always watching."

Tim didn't hesitate when he placed a big sloppy kiss onto her lips. He didn't think that would very appropriate for the field either but he didn't care. It was Jules and she was worth it.

Julie laughed wiggling her face away from his. "Stop it! Sweat isn't your best choice of a breath mint."

No warning sign necessary, he grabbed her hand leading her over to the benches where his water bottle was laying around.

"So I was thinking that Friday you could come to the party with me. You can stay over and tell your parents that you're hanging out with Lois?"

Julie tilted her head to the side, "Is that so? What makes you think Lois is going to cover for us again?"

Tim choked back the last gulp of water he could as Coach blew the whistle signaling break was over. As he walked away he laughed, "I'll just make out with her under the bleaches again."

Julie's jaw dropped yelling, "Take that back!"

"I take it back." He replied.

But she wasn't a rally girl, Tim wasn't hers, and her father would drop dead.

Julie wouldn't say that she was becoming infatuated with Tim. She liked him a lot. She may be a little fixated with the thought of him but then that ache in her heart would hit her. She was becoming attached to him and that isn't what she wanted.

He was just supposed to be a guy that would bring her into the world where her father wasn't a problem.

He wasn't that anymore. She didn't want to use him. She didn't want him to have another horror story under his belt. She wanted him to be happy, she wanted him to be loved, she wanted for him to try and see what he was worth. She wanted to give him that.

Her thoughts never stayed on track. She was a bit neurotic in that sense. She always has to play devil's advocate with herself. She wants to be able to drop him like a fly if anything would occur. Be able to quit him because he wasn't missed.

Matt had taken that from her.

He had invited her to a place where nothing was expected. They could just be who they are, and be okay with the empty sounds. Time passed on, those memories were no longer cherished, and so neither was they as couple.

She wasn't able to go back to the start. There was no chance of something new or fresh. It happened, and it was done.

Julie decided that sitting here wasn't going to do her any good. Both Matt and Tim were the on the field below and her mind was already wracked with enough issues to support a whole country.

Tim out of the corner of his eye could see Julie leaving the entrance. He quickly told Mac that he had to go to the bathroom and ran off the field. Both he and Julie had rounded the corner of the field house where the entrance was.

"Jules wait up!"

Julie turned around to be face to face with one of the boys she was planning on avoiding the rest of the day. But fate had other plans.

"What can I do for you Tim?" she asked.

Tim wasn't good at talking about feelings or why girls suddenly felt the need to be sad. He was naturally a happy guy with the occasional problems.

"What's wrong?"

Julie shrugged her petite shoulders, "Nothing really. I'm just thinking about some things. You know." She honestly had no clue what to answer him with. It was awkward. She couldn't really say, ' I really like you and I'm afraid that it might turn into more'. No that would be a recipe for disaster.

There would be no more innocent anything. It would be real. That was the problem.

Tomorrow night would make things real.

Tim and Julie. Julie and Tim.

He nodded his head because he wasn't completely stupid. He could see the crease strain on her forehead, and the avoidance of eye contact. "This doesn't have anything to do with tomorrow night, right?"

He was ready to tell her that she could forget about it. That she didn't have to come. It wasn't that big of a deal.

Julie shook her head, "No I'm really looking forward to it even though you won't tell me anything."

"You know that you're going to be dressing casual."

Julie gave him a deadlock look, "No kidding. I can't just wear a prom dress to the game and expect it to be normal."

"I'd pay to see that." He said with a smile.

"I think you should get back to practice before my dad sends the bounty hunters after you." She stated as she started to walk backwards towards her father's SVU. "But I'll see you tomorrow after the game alright?"

Tim nodded, "I'll see you then Jules."

With a flick of her wrist, "Bye Tim." Was all that was left.

"Will you please calm down?" he asked directing her towards the back of his house. He wasn't romantic, he didn't know everything girls liked, but he did know that if there was thought placed into it, he would be golden.

Julie could hear the faint sounds of music playing in the background. It wasn't anything that she had ever heard Tim play before. It sounded exactly like what she would play in her own bedroom. As she got closer, she realized it was. Florence and the Machine was her taste, not his.

The arms of the ocean, so sweet and cold.

And all this devotion that I never knew at all.

And the crashes are heaven, for a sinner released,

and the arms of the ocean, Deliver me.

Never let me go, Never let me go.

Tim took the blindfold that hid her large doe eyes revealing what he had set up with help from Billy. Billy wanted to make it up to him for what had happened earlier this week so he helped set this up before they had gotten back from the game.

Julie was shocked. It was beautiful. Her head went back and forth between the layout in front of her and the guy who put it all together. "You didn't have to do this!"

"But I wanted to." He answered.

Julie didn't want the moment to end. That overjoyed feeling shivering through her veins, the blush heating up her cheeks.

Julie pressed her lips against him in a sweet tenderly kiss. She rested her forehead against his, "Thank you."

Tim placed both his hands on the sides of her face, placing a kiss on her forehead, "Your welcome."

He brought her over to the table where the dinner was already placed. He decided to go with the easy route of food that he knew both he and Julie ate. As he sat down he felt the need to address it, "I can't cook to save my life so I decided I'd get takeout and just set it up neatly."

"You got me a veggie burger with banana peppers, chili fries and my favorite lemonade. I think that constitutes as the best dinner I've had with you yet." She answered with a huge delightful smile.

The silence was comfortable. They both ate in peace until their stomachs were so full they could burst from it all fighting for space inside their stomachs.

Julie was the first to break the silence and the stare Tim had on her as he nursed his beer.

"So how have you been?" she asked.

Tim smirked, "I've been good. No complaints. I've been attending school, your dads being easier at practice and I've been hanging out with a certain blonde."

Julie bit the inside of her lip wanting to really ask this, but it felt as it would be a moment killer. She was good for that so why not?

Licking her lips she got herself ready, "So why did you do this Tim?"

Tim found that answer quite easy. How could be not? "Jules, this was something that was a no brainer. It would have been stupid if I didn't. Your headstrong, you're beautiful, your extremely smart, call me out of my shit, and you just find the goodness in everything that is dark including me."

The words were coming out so fluent and easily. It's never been so okay to share his thoughts, "I never asked you why you stuck around. I always tried to think about why you were getting wrapped up in this with me. I still don't have an answer. I feel like I've only done nothing but brought you trouble since the day we skipped. But here you are. You still haven't walked away and that's worth something to me."

Julie felt like she was on a high as Tim spilled his feelings. Her eyes were filled with tears just fighting to fall as she chewed on her bottom lip. She was ready. This was the night.

She got up from her seat, taking his hand into hers, and leading him inside of his own house. She didn't care if Billy was inside or what was the right thing to do. Deep down, she knew and she hoped Tim did too. As they made their way inside his bedroom, Julie tugged his face towards her. She brushed her lips faintly against him, teasing, watching his eyebrow rise in curiosity.

Her eyes once again locked with his, "Seeing your real smile tonight made me realize something. You make me happy. I get nervous, I get giddy and I get a wave of extreme faintness at how delirious you make me. A little crazy, a little shy but those butterflies swirling in my stomach is real. Those feelings are real and I won't trade them for anything."

The force of Tim's body colliding with hers pushed her backwards until her legs hit the bed, falling into a pile of limbs onto his messy bed. His lips latched onto her neck, bitterly nipping at every inch. Her hands roamed every part of his back she could reach, dragging her fingers lightly along the hem of his shirt.

Tim pulled back abruptly, "We can't do this."

Julie laid still not sure what exactly she should do. She had never been in this kind of situation except with Matt and he couldn't have cared less. He was happy to just hang out, and leg wrestle. This was Tim Riggins. He bedded anything with a vagina. Oh god. He slept with everyone but he won't even go past making out with her.

He sat up facing away from his hand clutching a chunk of his hair, "I can't do this to you. It's too early for us to even think about having sex."

Again silence. She sucked it up pulling herself into a sitting position. She lazily wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back.

"I need us to do this the right way. Not rush into sex because that isn't all that this is." He finished.

Julie finally grew enough confidence to talk but as soon as the first word left her mouth, the words came out in a whisper, "Can you just hold me then?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

Julie wiggled her body back until she was cocooned into the corner of his bed against the wall. Tim left no spare time until he joined her, wrapping his large arms around her, pulling her closely. His lips were quickly on his begging for entrance as his tongue glided along her bottom lip. Julie parted her lips allowing their tongues to dance around each other. Sucking on his tongue caused Tim to groan, pulling gently on her tousles his hand was currently wrapped in. She felt hot, dizzy, and her body ached for his but she knew it wasn't meant to be for tonight.

Pulling back away from his lips, Julie nestled her head inside the crook of his neck. There was no rush. Tim was in her reins. Julie was both captivated and lucky. There was no care in the world here. Not wrapped in his arms.

Julie Taylor was ready to give him all she had. Tim Riggins was ready to do whatever he could.

They were their very own resolution.

Sorry for the Slow Update. I had some computer trouble and I got really busy in school.

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