Knock knock.

I peeked open one eye and glanced at my alarm clock.

7:30; you've got to be freakin' kiddin' me.

See, even Billy knows I don't wake up this early, not for school, not for anything.

I closed my eyes and pulled a pillow over my head.

Knock knock knock.

I pulled the pillow tighter. I waited a couple more minutes. Mission accomplished, I sighed.

Thud, thud, CRASH.

"Oh Jesus Christ." I heard someone mutter. I opened my eyes again and saw two mighty fine legs up in the air.
Blonde hair splayed all over my carpet. I sighed.

"You know, your kinda cute with morning hair." She said.

I squinted, "Please say you have a legitimate reason for waking me up this early."

"I do." She said.

I muttered something and then rubbed my eyes, sitting up straight.

"I wanted to say... thanks." She said.

"Why? I was too late." I said as I stood, pulling down my shorts. I felt her eyes on me.

"Enjoy the view?" I grumbled. It was too early to be cocky, "Hey shouldn't you be at school?"

"Shouldn't you?" She asked, following me to the kitchen. "And by the way, you were right on time."

I said something that sounded like your welcome and threw myself down on the couch. That was enough, it was our silent acknowledgement that everything was good.

"Okay so really though are you planning on going to school?" She asked, sitting abnormally close to me.

I glanced over at her. Was she flirting with me? For the first time in... ever I didn't know what to do.

"It's Wednesday, I always skip on Wednesday." I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"That's nice." She said as she stood and stretched her arms over her head. Her plain white t-shirt rose up, exposing her flat
tan belly. I tried to turn away but I was, afterall, Tim Riggin's. It was second nature by now. As normal as breathing.

"Yeah well actually I was just heading out." I said as I began to rise.

"Tim you were sleeping when I got here." She pointed out.

"Well thanks for waking me up." I said, sarcastically.

"I was hoping we could you know...hang out." I shrugged.

"And do what?" I asked.

"You know, get a ball and just... play. Don't you miss that? No worries, no pressure, just football." She said, looking skyward.

And I smiled, because I understood. I knew what she meant.

"Alright." I said and messed up her hair.

She grabbed my hand and punched me.
I hissed out a breath and then narrowed my eyes at her.

"Go shower please." She smiled sweetly, "And don't forget to wash your hair!"

"I always wash my hair." I said confused.

"Oh well, sweety, it does not look like it." She made a face, "Do you use conditioner-"

"We are not having this conversation." I said as I grabbed a towel and made my way into the shower.

"It's a reasonable question Tim!" She yelled as I slammed the bathroom door in her face.

"And comb your hair!" She said through the door.

"God, shut up." I groaned as I walked over to the toilet.

A/N:Because I love the few people who check back everyday just to see if I update this.
And honestly, it's complete. All written out and everything. I just get so little reviews ):