Here's the third chapter! Please review so I can tell if there's interest and if I should keep writing?

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"What do you mean there's no more rooms available?" Lyla looked like she was ready to reach over the counter and shake the sleepy cowboy manning the Motel 6 front desk. It didn't look like it phased him much though; he'd propped his feet comfortably on the counter and was sleepy eyed underneath his Stetson.

"Well, little lady, the best Buddy Holly revival band is in town doin' one of those 'impromptu' concerts so we're booked solid!" He replied, his Texas twang making Tim's head hurt. He was still slightly drunk and unsure how'd he'd gotten swept up in Hurricane Lyla. She'd stormed into his house, announced a road trip and started to pack a bag for him. Before he could even get his bearings, she'd written a note to Billy telling him they were going to be gone for a bit and was digging his keys out of his pocket whilst dragging him out the door. They'd been driving in comfortable silence for the last couple hours, with a few mentions of 'California' and 'visiting Pam', before she'd announced that she was done for the day and pulled into the first hotel they'd come across.

"But I called ahead! I talked to a girl on the phone and she said you had a room. I want to talk to that girl. I want to talk to the manager. Actually, no, I want to talk to the owner! Just get me someone to talk to!" Lyla was too tired for this. She'd managed to swindle Buddy into consenting to this trip and even lending his credit card, although it had been a precarious discussion. She'd stunned him with her sad doe-like brown eyes and her best pouts into a somewhat reluctant agreement. But she knew she had to get going before her father had a chance to sit down and really think about what he'd just agreed to: letting his daughter head off to God knows where with Tim Riggins. The element of surprise was also her only tool with Tim, since just like Buddy if she let him think about it for too long he'd also probably ask too many questions and think she was crazy. But all that rushing had left her feeling exhausted; she didn't live life like this, going at Mach 6 with only a vague plan.

"Ma'am, I am the manager and the owner. I'll let you park you're truck out in the lot for the night but unfortunately I can't get you a room since we're –"

"Booked solid! I know! That's what they told Mary and Joseph too you know but they found a way so I'm sure you can also find a –" Lyla's ponytail was swishing back and forth with annoyance.

"Thank you very much, sir. We'll take you up on that offer for the parking spot. Thank you again." Tim placed his hands on Lyla's disgruntled shoulders and steered her away from the front desk before she reached over the counter and strangled the poor old guy.

"Tim, what are you doing? This is ridiculous! I swear I saw some empty rooms when we pulled in here! The lights were on in some of them and clearly there was no one inside! He's just being a jerk and—"

"Garrity, has anyone ever told you you're a little high strung?" Tim smirked as he led her to the truck. Lyla just glared, getting in on the passenger side and slumping down low in the seat. Tim hoped in, immediately slamming his knees into the steering column. Lyla had messed up all his seat adjustments; even the seat cushion felt strange and like it had lost the perfect imprint of his butt he had worked so hard to carve into it. He never let anyone drive his truck, but then again he also never said no to Lyla.

"Where are you going?" She asked as he pulled into the back parking lot of the motel, facing an empty field.

"The guy said we could park out here." Tim replied as he turned off the engine and jumped out the truck. He usually kept blankets in the back for the days he forgot his keys or Billy kicked him out. It had been a long time since that had happened, but he remembered back in the days of junior year when he'd spent many a night avoiding Billy and his ex-girlfriend as well as that creepy ferret guy by spending the night in his trusty truck.

"We're going to sleep…outside?" Lyla couldn't have sounded more horrified if Tim had suggested they eat their own hair and skip flossing. She'd never even been camping and was perfectly happy to keep it that way. Sleeping outside meant bugs, strange noises you could never find the source of and no protection from strange passerby's!

"Got any other ideas, Garrity?" Tim liked seeing her out of her comfort zone; reminded him that she was human too and couldn't always handle everything that was thrown at her with a calm and collected attitude. He could literally hear her teeth grinding as he set up the blankets in the bed of the truck. It was a warm summer night, perfect for sleeping outside. Hell, he'd slept out in this truck during much worst.

"You coming?" Tim asked as he stripped off his shirt and cozied up under the blankets. Lyla sighed and clambered up into the truck bed. This was not how she imagined they would spend their first night on the road. She still hadn't even really explained to Tim what her big plan was, probably because she was still working out the details of that plan in her head. They could go visit her mom for a bit in California, although she wasn't sure how she'd take it when Tim Riggins showed up on her doorstep. After that, she needed a way to get him to British Columbia and out to visit his mom. She wasn't quite sure when she'd drop that bombshell; hopefully he'd still be speaking to her afterwards.

"This isn't so bad now, is it?" They'd wrapped themselves up in an old warm blanket and stretched out in the bed of the truck. It was a beautiful clear night which let the great Texas sky glow brightly above them. Lyla had to agree it was getting better; something about being wrapped up in Tim's arms always made the cold metal of the truck and the itchy wool blanket easy to forget.

"It's pretty nice out here." She said quietly, admiring the sky. The motel had just turned off the parking lot lights, making the stars shine even brighter. It was moments like this that she appreciated being born and raised in Texas; she hadn't seen much of the world just yet but she could bet there was nothing like the big open Texas sky.

"Don't fall asleep on me, grandpa!" She could tell by Tim's slow even breathing that he was quickly dozing off, probably coming down from the beer and tacos they'd stopped for along the way. He was exhausted, despite a day filled with nothing particularly tiring.

"Mmm I'm not." He mumbled, eyes half closed and voice already getting grumbly. Lyla smirked, knowing that he was going to be out in about 10 minutes but she wasn't tired just quite yet though.

"Well if you want to sleep…" Lyla's eyes were twinkling as she ran her hand up his thigh and rested it precariously close to his zipper. Tim groaned, sitting up and eyes snapping open, sleep suddenly the last thing on his mind.

"Lyla, you know I'm never too sleepy for you. Just don't start something you can't finish…" His voice dripped with lust as he looked at her through his hair. He pulled her closer into his lap, kissing her slowly as her hand deliberately worked between them to push his zipper down. She reached into his boxers, finding him hard already as she started to stroke him.

"You know I always finish what I start…" she whispered into his ear as she kissed his neck, trailing down his body. Tim threw his head back, stifling a moan; Lyla's pretty pouty mouth was good at more than just nagging him.

*NEXT DAY* (formatting issues!)

"Get up, Tim." Lyla was stuck, tangled up in Tim and the blankets which had somehow pinned her to the truck bed. The crisp early morning breeze was making her shiver, but she couldn't get to any of her clothes. It was well past 9 am and she wanted to get to at least New Mexico tonight. Also, Tim's snoring was making her want to stab her eardrums out and his morning breath wasn't helping either.

"Hmmmaammupp." Tim made some unintelligent noise and pulled Lyla in closer. He wasn't ready for waking up just yet, especially since it felt like they'd just fallen asleep. Lyla wasn't having it; she took the chance as he rolled over to rip the blankets off of him leaving him naked to the cool wind. Tim squealed, a noise she had never expected from him and that made her giggle.

"Come on sleepy head we gotta go!" she threw on her clothes as quickly as possible as she glanced quickly to make sure no one was around. No one would expect to find Lyla Garrity naked in the back of a pick-up truck, but then again no one knew her quite like Tim Riggins. Maybe he was a bad influence on her, she thought, but she definitely didn't mind it. With Tim, she didn't feel like she had to be this portrait of perfection; she felt like she could make mistakes and somehow it would be ok.

"Ughhh why so early." Tim whined as she struggled with him to get his arms through his shirt sleeves. His hair was a mess, sticking up and windswept across his face, which reminded her of when they were kids and he'd come to school looking like he'd just stepped out of one of those tornado machines at the country fair. She ran her fingers through it, making him look at least somewhat presentable as he leaned his head sleepily on her shoulder.

"I want to stop for breakfast and then get out of here and back on the road." Lyla jumped up and grabbed her cowboy boots from underneath the truck, where they had gotten tossed last night. She was definitely a morning person, much to the chagrin of Tim who would've probably slept in for the rest of the morning.

"Mmm breakfast. I could use some pegs and eggs. Too bad Buddy isn't here to make 'em for us." Tim grinned, thinking back to all the times he'd snuck out of Lyla's room in the morning devouring the breakfast Buddy made for his dear daughter before he headed off for work. If only good ole Mr. Garrity knew how many times he'd sat naked on his fancy bar stools with an equally naked Lyla, enjoying more than just breakfast.

"Hurry up, perv lets go before the place closes down. I'll even treat if you're lucky, Rigs." Lyla led the way to the small diner stuck haphazardly the motel. Walking in felt like walking into the diner back in Dillon; she half-expected to see Smash and Jason sitting in their booths in the back corner.

"So where exactly are we going, Garrity?" Tim asked as he shoved the menu away after ordering a feast fit only for a former Panthers full-back. Lyla cleared her throat, trying to buy herself some time. Tim hadn't really questioned this roadtrip much on their ride down; it was one of the things that she both loved and loathed about him: his ability to just go with the flow and live life with little to no advanced planning.

"Well, I figured we weren't really doing anything this summer except sitting around in your room so why not go somewhere? Get away? I know your family never did this kind of stuff but we always used to take a summer vacation every year and I kind of miss that little summer getaway, ya know? Just getting out of Dillon and away from everyone's prying eye's for a bit?" She was rambling, but luckily Tim was too busy trying to shove as many waffles into his mouth as possible to notice.

"So we're getting away from Dillon? Hiding from everyone?" Tim asked, with chocolate sauce tripping down his chin. Tim knew it still bothered her, the way everyone looked at them, especially her old Jesus freak friends whose looks of disgust always hit a nerve. Some of the one's she'd gotten close to would sometimes stop and stay hello, usually ending the conversation with a self-righteous 'we'll pray for you'. Tim wasn't a particularly religious man, but he didn't think God could be so cruel that he would want to deny both him and Lyla the happiness they had found with each other.

"No, Tim not hiding. You know I don't care about that. I love you and I don't care who knows it! It's just nice to get away from it all for a bit, that's all." She hated lying to him. He never lied to her; in fact he rarely lied to anyone. It just wasn't worth keeping all the stories straight and the truth was bound to come out anyway. It was one of the things not many people knew about it him and that she deeply admired.

"Have you told your mom that we're coming to visit – meaning, I'm coming to visit?" The last time Pam had seen Tim Riggins had been at the grocery store shortly before she took off for California. It was clear from the way she muttered 'I can't believe Lyla is giving that town mongrel the time of day' that Tim wasn't her favourite person. Lyla deciding to stay in Dillon, a town she loathed, and date the unpredictable town renegade was so unlike the wholesome, symbol of perfection who had once brought Jason Street home for dinner and Pam wasn't sure how to deal with that.

"Tim, she's not going to turn us away if we turn up on her doorstep…" Lyla said as Tim gave her a clearly doubtful look. She sincerely hoped her mother's unconditional love of her daughter would outweigh her decade's long Riggins hatred. Even when they were kids, Pam's face would stiffen whenever unruly Tim would run through her living room, usually leaving mud tracks on the floor and grubby fingerprints on the wall. But he was just a kid back then and she couldn't justify being malicious to a child. Now that he was a man, with very manly intentions regarding her daughter, Lyla wasn't sure the courtesy would continue.

"I like this version of you, Lyla Garrity," Tim smiled at her coyly, "This girl that does things on the fly, shows up for surprise visits on her mom's doorstep and has sex with me in the back of my pickup in the parking lot of a Motel 6."

"Shut up, Tim Riggins." Lyla couldn't help but grin back at him. He was right, she was changing and she definitely liked it.