A/N: Hey guys! All right. Here is the chapter for Saturday and Sunday. I know it's short, but without school, the weekend is pretty boring. Enjoy!


SATURDAY

I groaned and rolled over in bed as the sun shined through my window. Two seconds later, I remembered that there were blinds in my room and I never got sun in the morning. My head pounded and spun as I jerked to a sitting position. Glancing around the messy room, I could tell I wasn't anywhere near being at my house.

"What the hell?" I muttered, getting out of the bed slowly in case my stomach decided to revolt. I made my way into the hall, pushing the door open slowly. From what I could tell, the entire house was just as messy; if not messier than the room I had awoken in.

From the kitchen, I could hear country music and someone singing along quite badly. I lifted my hand to shield my eyes from the light as I walked out into the living room.

"Well morning sugar," The bad singing voice from the kitchen said. I turned and looked into the eyes of Billy Riggins. "How did little Timmy get you into his bed?"

My mouth dropped open and my eyes were wide. I looked down at my self and was relieved to find I was wearing the close I had been wearing last night. "Where is Tim, Billy?" He chuckled and went back to cooking.

"He went to the market to get you some aspirin and something to eat," The rumbling of a truck came down the street. Tim's truck stopped outside and the door slammed. "Little bro! Your friend's up,"

Tim came inside, shrugging off his jacket. "Yeah," He said, looking at me. "I can see that." He held out a bag that was in his hand out to me. I just stared at him.

"How did I get here, Tim?" I asked quietly, hoping Billy wouldn't be eavesdropping on our conversation. Tim sighed and motioned past me towards his room. We both made our way there.

In his room, Tim sat on the bed and ran his hands through his hair. In the doorway, I stood, waiting for what would happen, too nervous to do anything but stare down at me feet. "Come on and sit down, Belle," I nodded and sat as far away from his as possible on the bed. "You passed out and I wasn't going to take you home, so I brought you here. I figured there would be less gossip if no one else saw you."

Nodding my head, I finally looked up at him. "Thanks," His eyes caught mine and we just looked at each other for moment. Tim slowly started to lean forward towards me. Unconsciously, I did the same until our noses were almost touching. I was panting heavily, my eyes staying locked on Tim's beautiful hazel ones.

"Belle," He whispered, looking at me cautiously. "I…"

"Belle!" The yell broke us out of our stupor and we jerked apart. "Where is she Billy?" I heard Jesse ask from the living room. I didn't catch Billy's response as Tim got up and moved almost all the way across the room, leaning against his desk.

Jesse burst into Tim's room, catching Tim's eye before kneeling in front of me. "Sis, you have no idea how mad I am at you right now." I cast my eyes down, not wanting to meet his gaze. He sighed heavily. "But I'm happy you're ok. You are ok, right?"

I smiled slightly and looked up at him. "Yeah. Tim took real good care of me." At the mention of the longhaired boy, Jesse looked up at him and gave a man nod, which Tim returned.

"Ok," Jesse stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up with him. "Mom and Dad think you slept at Lyla's, so make up some cute, girly stuff that ya'll did last night. Say you were having pillow fights and doing each other's toenails, I don't care. Just think of some stuff." I giggled quietly and nodded. I shared a look with Tim, and then gazed up at Jesse. I motioned with my head towards the door and he seemed to get the picture. "I'll meet you in the living room."

Once we were alone, Tim and I just stood in silence. I finally cleared my throat and walked over to him. "Tim…" My throat went dry. His eyes met mine and then he bobbed his head in understanding. A smile stretched on my face and I reached out to wrap my arms around his neck. We stood there for a moment, just holding on. Tim had his face buried in my neck and I had mine buried in his. Reluctantly, we let go of each other before I made my way out of his room and down the hall.


In the truck, Jesse and I didn't say much. He quietly sang along with the country song on the radio as I stared out at the passing scenery. When he cleared his throat, I looked over at him, eyebrows raised.

"So," He stopped and kept his eyes forward on the road.

"So," I mimicked, which made him shoot me a playful glare before his eyes returned to watching the road. "What Jesse? Just spit it out." He nodded and then glanced sideways at me.

"Do you like Tim?" I bit my lip and played with my hands nervously. "You do." I could hear the smile in his voice. "Riggins and Belle sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G," I reached over and smacked him on the head.

"Shut up," We both burst out laughing and then sang along loudly with the radio.


Despite my slight hangover, the day was ok. I had told Mama that Lyla and I had spent most of the night talking about girly stuff (when she asked about what, I said Jason) and had done very little else.

The entire afternoon, I stayed in my room, doing some of my math homework, but mostly just thinking. Deep down, I knew that I really did like Tim Riggins, but from what I had heard about him, did I really want to like Tim. It just seemed like a bad idea. Besides the fact that Tyra might just kill me, although she really had no claim on him anymore.

Tim just seemed like the brooding bad boy and I didn't know if I was ready for that. But the one thing I did know was that, around Tim, I let go. My past was gone and I didn't have to think about it. Nagging at the back of my mind, I knew I needed to tell Tim about my past if anything was going to happen between us.

Who was I kidding though? Tim could have any girl he wanted. Why would he choose me?


SUNDAY

As usual in Texas, we got up early to go to church. The preacher did he thing and talked all about the coming game on Friday. He prayed that the Lord would protect our boys and help them to be champions, something I found odd. If God wanted us to win the game, we would.

After church, we went out to eat at Applebee's with the Taylor family and Matt. Julie, Mrs. Taylor, Mama and I ended up sitting at one end of the table while the men sat at the other and talked about football. We all shared a few looks at being ignored, but let it go.

"You'd think Sunday could be considered the day of rest, even for football," Mama said, making all of us girls laugh. Daddy and Coach Taylor shared a look before both shaking their heads.

"In football, ma'am," Coach Taylor commented. "There is no such thing as a day of rest. And the Lord understands that, doesn't he fellas?" Daddy nodded while Jesse whooped in praise. Matt simply looked down and mumbled a 'yes, sir.'

"Well, perhaps there should be a day of rest," Mrs. Taylor said, forking through her pasta. "Otherwise, you men may never get any attention from your women again." At this the smiles dropped from the guy's faces. Us girls giggled and Julie and I shared an eye roll.

"Now that's just unfair," Daddy said before smiling over at his wife. She laughed harder and grabbed his face, kissing him soundly. Jesse and I made gagging noises and looked away. Coach and Mrs. Taylor did the same and Julie groaned and buried her face in my shoulder.

"Make it stop," We both giggled and covered our eyes. Our parents finally let up and went back to eating, this time the discussion didn't stray towards football too much.


Later that night, Jesse and I were playing poker in my room (for cookies). About halfway through the game, I had a thought and decided to tell my brother.

"I'm thinking about telling Julie what happened." Jesse looked up from his cards, eyebrows raised. "I think it's time someone here knew about it."

He shrugged and looked back down. "If that is what you want, then do it." I smiled and nodded. "I think Julie will understand. And I doubt she'd tell Seven. He couldn't get anything out of her if he tried." I smiled and had to hold back a laugh.

"Yeah, Julie has poor Matt Saracen wrapped around her finger." We both chuckled before returning to the game.

"I'm happy for you sis," I stopped and gazed at Jesse. "You come really far in the past year. It's almost as if it never happened."

Looking back at my cards, I smiled. "It definitely happened. I can still feel it sometimes, Jess." He looked angry at my words, but my soft smile kept him at bay. "But I'm learning from it and I'm moving on. It will always be there, but just a faint memory of a very bad time in my life."

He nodded, looking stiff. I reached over and hugged him, feeling him clutch me tightly. What had happened had taken a lot out of both of us. Nothing would ever be the way it used to be, but we were slowly getting back to normal. As normal as we ever were.

We went back to playing cards until Jesse announced that we both had to get up early and headed off for bed. I got ready and laid down, snuggling into the covers.

That night, I dreamed of Tim Riggins's eyes and Tim Riggins's smiling face.


A/N: There it is. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Spoiler for next chapter: Belle tells Julie everything. The Tim/Belle action was fun, but don't get your hopes up quite yet. A lot more is going to happen. All right, on my profile, I posted some links to see pictures of the actors I want for my own characters, except for Belle, because I have no idea who I want to play her. There's also a little present for you guys on there.

Reviews make Tim Riggins start to strip to Timberlake's "Sexy Back".

Don't ask why I picked that song, I have no idea.