Title: Someone Like You
AN: Surprise - a much quicker update than last time! I told you all that I'd do my best, lol :D Many thanks to you ladies for the reviews, story alerts, and favorites. It's nice to know you all are actually enjoying this Tulie fic. And as always, please don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts about this chapter. So, hope you ladies have a great week and Enjoy!!!
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Tim sits down on a Longhorns locker room bench, running a towel over his damp chest, still wet from his long shower.
"Hell of a practice, Riggs." Josh says ambling up beside him.
Tim grunts, not bothering to comment. Practice had been grueling. Tim didn't think he'd ever enjoyed a shower as much as the one he just had.
"Coach is serious about whipping us into shape before we play Oklahoma State Saturday." Josh says with a chuckle.
Tim nods. "He's just gettin' us prepared for the road game. You and I both know the Cowboys are killers at home."
"That's true. I just hope Coach doesn't kill us before we ever actually get to play in the game." Josh says only half jokingly, sitting down beside Tim to pull his shoes on. "You heading over to Julie's now?"
"Yeah." Tim drawls, standing to pull his old jeans on his long legs. "Gonna pick her up and head over to Harper's. That band Landry keeps talking about is playin' tonight, so we're gonna go check 'em out."
"Yeah, I think me and Liza are gonna head that way later." Josh says quickly. "I'm meeting her at the library first to do some studying. When I talked to her earlier she said Julie wasn't feeling too well."
Tim nods, pulling his shirt on over his head. "Yeah, she was pretty snippy with me on the phone earlier."
"Uh-oh." Josh says with a grin, looking Tim in the eye.
"PMS." They both say at the same time, shaking their heads.
"I don't understand, Riggs. It's like a punishment from God or something." Josh says with a laugh. "They can be whiny and bitchy to us and have an excuse, but we never have an excuse. We're just assholes when we act like that. "
Tim chuckles. "It's not a punishment, Curly. It's more of a test."
"A test of what? Patience?"
"Something like that." Tim says with a smirk, sitting back down on the bench to slide his boots on his feet.
"Well, I'll pray for you man." Josh says with a chuckle, slapping Tim on the back.
"Thanks." Tim mutters, gathering his things together. "See yah, Curly."
"I'll catch you later, Riggs." Josh says, giving Tim a nod.
"Later." Tim says, turning and making his way out of the locker room.
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"Ugh!" Julie groans loudly, throwing several shirts down on her bed. "I have absolutely nothing to wear."
"Julie, you have more clothes than some entire third world countries." Liza says with a laugh, lying back on her bed. "And besides, you always manage to look good in whatever you wear. And God knows Tim can't keep his eyes, or his hands, off of you."
Julie sighs, shaking her head as she continues looking through her closet. "Well, maybe that's true most days, but not today. I'm on my period, I'm cramping, and I'm so damn bloated that I look like I'm pregnant." She says dramatically.
"You do not look pregnant."
"You're just sayin' that because you're my friend." Julie says quickly.
Liza laughs, placing her right hand over heart and holding her left hand in the air. "Girl scouts honor."
"It's not funny, Liza. Tim's gonna be here any minute to head down to Harper's, and I don't have anything to wear." Julie whines. "And honestly, I'd expect a little more sympathy from you considering that when you were having your own little hormonal rollercoaster last week, that I was right there supporting you."
"Um, tell me again how you were supportive?" Liza asks with a grin.
"I bought you chocolate!" Julie says in huff, grabbing a blouse off a hanger and holding it up before stepping into the bathroom to try it on just as a knock sounds on the door.
"Shit! That's gotta be Tim." Julie mutters. "Get the door please." She says, shutting the bathroom door behind her.
Liza laughs, shaking her head as she opens the door to find Tim standing on the other side.
"Hey Tim." Liza says with a grin, trying not to go all ditzy at the sight of all that yumminess.
"Liza." Tim drawls, giving her a smirk. "Julie ready?"
"That would be a no." Liza says with a chuckle, leaning closer to Tim. "I'm gonna give you a heads up – she's been pretty bitchy today. So, tread carefully." She whispers, stepping to the side to allow Tim into the room.
Tim grins. "Thanks for the warning." He says walking into the room, taking in the piles of clothes scattered around Julie's usually neat room.
"She can't find anything to wear. She keeps saying she looks pregnant." Liza whispers, turning quickly as Julie steps out of the bathroom. "Oh, that one looks good, Jules." She says excitedly.
"Liar." Julie says quickly, taking a few steps toward Tim.
"Hey." Tim says with a smile, placing his arms around her waist and leaning down to place a quick kiss on her lips. "You do look good."
"I'm bloated, and cramping, and look at this –" She says, pointing to a spot on her forehead. "I'm getting a zit. As if I could look any worse." She whines.
Liza clears her throat loudly, trying not to laugh. "Well, I'm gonna head to the library. Josh is probably already there. I'll see you guys later." She says quickly, giving Tim a grin over Julie's head as she closes the door.
"I really can't wear this." Julie says in a huff. "I've gotta find something else." She says, stepping out of the circle of Tim's muscular arms.
"Take your time." Tim says simply. "I'm in no hurry." He says as he shoves a pile of clothes aside to make room to lie on Julie's bed.
Tim grabs the TV remote and flips through the channels as Julie continues digging through her closet. Tim grins as he listens to Julie mumbling to herself as she repeatedly throws clothes on the bed.
"Let's try this one." Julie says to herself, sliding a knee-length green dress off of a hanger. "Though it probably won't look good either." She mumbles, taking a step toward the bathroom.
"Hey, you can try it on out here." Tim says with a smirk. "It's not like I haven't seen it all before."
Julie snorts loudly. "I don't exactly feel like giving you a little strip tease right now, Tim." She says, her voice laced with sarcasm as she steps into the bathroom and shuts the door.
"Worth a shot." He mutters to himself, turning his attention back to the TV.
It is going to be a long night if I can't manage to get her out of this mood, Tim thinks to himself with a grin. He glances up from the TV as Julie steps back out of the bathroom a few seconds later.
"Well?" She asks expectantly.
"I like it. It looks cute." Tim says with a nod.
"Cute? Cute?" Julie asks heatedly. "Puppies are cute. Little girls are cute. I'm a grown woman. I do not want to look cute, Tim."
Tim sighs, trying to hold back a grin as he stands up from the bed and walks toward her. He smiles, placing his arms around her waist and rocking her in a teasing way, trying to lighten her mood. "Okay, not cute then. Hot. You look hot."
"No, you already said cute. I've gotta find something else." She sighs, starting to turn back toward her closet before being stopped by Tim's hands holding her in place.
She looks so damn adorable when she's mad, he thinks to himself. Tim wants to kiss her silly, but this was important – he needed to stay on track.
"Listen to me." He drawls, widening his stance and lowering his head down to her level. "You do not look pregnant, or bloated, or any of that other shit you keep tellin' yourself. You look good, Jules. Real good." He says with a smile.
"Really?"
"Really." He says with a smirk. "You always look good. Don't I tell you that all the time?"
Julie smiles slightly. "Yeah, but I've kind of realized that your opinion doesn't really count. You're kind of biased."
"Hell, my opinion should be the only one that counts." Tim says quickly, leaning his forehead against hers. "You're my gal. To hell with what anyone else thinks. Though everyone would agree with me – you look beautiful."
"Thanks." Julie says softly, her eyes beginning to get a little misty from the sweetness of his words, and her unstable emotions.
"Don't you dare cry on me, Taylor." He says playfully, giving her a sexy smirk.
"You're so sweet." Julie says softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, noticing the grimace on his face. "Thoughtful, I meant thoughtful." She says quickly, grinning at him.
"That's better." He mutters, leaning forward and brushing his lips across hers in sweet kiss, slipping the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip and receiving a sigh from Julie.
Feeling her body all but melting into his, Tim deepens the kiss, pressing his mouth more firmly over hers. Julie leans into him, crushing her breasts against his chest as his hand begins to trace her spine before moving down to cup the firm flesh of her bottom.
Tim knew he had to stop, even though he sure as hell didn't want to. Julie had the sweetest little mouth, and he thoroughly loved getting up close and personal with it. He eventually pulls back slowly, dropping another quick, hard kiss on her lips.
As the kiss ends, Julie lays her head on his chest as he gathers her in closer, slowly rubbing his hand up and down her spine as he rests his chin on her head.
"We're gonna be late." Julie mumbles against his chest a few moments later.
"Probably."
Julie pulls back slowly, looking up at him with a small smile playing on her lips. "I really look okay?"
Tim rolls his eyes playfully, giving her a little shake. "Hot. Gorgeous. Beautiful." He says quickly, taking her by the shoulders and turning her around. "Now, get some shoes on woman." He says, swatting her on the bottom as she turns back toward the closet to grab a pair of shoes.
"Okay." She says after slipping her shoes on and grabbing her purse. "I guess I'm ready."
"Good." Tim says, taking her hand and pulling her toward the door. "Come on, we'll swing by the store on the way and pick you up some chocolate." He says with a smirk, giving her hand a squeeze.
Julie grins, leaning up on her tip toes to give him a quick kiss. "You really are sweet."
"Okay, Grapefruit..." Tim drawls, purposely using the nickname she hates. "Don't make me call you cute again." He threatens playfully as they walk out the door.
Julie laughs, locking the door behind them before sliding her arm around his waist as the two finally make their way down to Harper's for some much-needed fun.