Friday Night Lights-Dakota Riggins

BAD IDEAS

DILLIAN HIGH

Dakota is walking through the parking lot when Tyre approaches her and grabs her hand dragging her away around the side of the building.

Dakota: What the hell are you doing?

Tyre: What am I doing?

Dakota: Yeah. Are you insane? 

Tyre: How are you doing? 

Dakota: I, um......I, uh.....

Tyre: You're just pretending nothing happened, okay? You're going on like it's a great time

Dakota: You know what? He was a rapist! Okay?

Tyre: You're right but so that makes it okay?

Dakota: Stop acting like he was a damn saint. 

Tyre: I'm not acting like he was a saint.

Dakota: Act like my friend then!

Dakota's eyes are welled up with tears as a single tear slowly rolls down her face. 

Dakota: Every time I close my eyes, I heard the sound of his skull cracking. Don't tell me how I should be acting. 

Tyre: I would do it all over again for you in a second. Landry did the right thing. The world's better off without that asshole.

Dakota cries, hanging her head low. Tyre grabs her and pulls her into her arms, Dakota buries her head against her chest while Tyre runs her fingers through her hair. 

TEAM RALLY-NIGHT

Dakota is in the crowed, clapping her hands as the football team makes their way through the crowed towards the stage. 

Tim turns his head noticing his sister's hands are shaking and frowns bis brows in confusion.

Smash: Everything okay with your sis, Riggins?

Tim: Now that you think about it, no I don't think so. 

Dakota looks through the crowd, locking eyes with Lyla. The two stares at each other for a moment until Dakota forces herself to look away. 

BUDDY'S APARTMENT-LATER

Dakota and Lyla has their arms around a drunk Buddy leading him inside the apartment

Dakota: This is your barn, huh?

Buddy: I love you

Dakota: Here we go. 

Buddy: I love tacos. 

Lyla: Where's your room, Dad? 

Buddy: I'm sorry.

Dakota: Are we going that way? 

They enter into a bedroom and throws Buddy down on the bed where he lands with a thud

Buddy: Buddy hurt himself. 

Lyla: Gotta roll you over, Dad. 

Dakota: I got it. I've done this more times then I can count. 

Dakota groans as she rolls Buddy over onto his back. 

Lyla: I got it

Buddy: I'm sorry I clogged the toilet. 

Dakota steps to the side as she and Lyla smiles at each other.

Lyla: Thanks. 

Dakota: Good night, champ

Buddy: I just wanted to play the game

Dakota slowly makes her way out of the bedroom. She chuckles, slowly shaking her head as she stands in the living room.

Buddy: I love you. I love you, tacos.

Lyla closes the door to the bedroom. 

Lyla: Why is everything always falling apart?

Dakota looks up to her

Dakota: Listen. I think he'll be just fine. Believe me, I've seen, uh........I've seen my fair share of drunks and he's not one of them. He's not. He's just sad, that's all. 

Lyla: He made his bed. 

Dakota: How are you doing?

Lyla: I'm okay. You?

Dakota: Uh, um......y-yeah. Y-yeah I'm great. 

Lyla: You better go. You probably have a three way to get to or something. 

Dakota smiles a small smile as she and Lyla gazes at each other for a moment, both smiling. 

Dakota: Good night, Lyla

She leans in giving her a kiss on the cheek then walks away and opens the door, leaving the apartment.

Lyla hangs her head to the floor and begins crying. 

TYRE'S HOUSE

Tyre is laying in her bed, leaning her head against the pillow when Dakota slowly makes her way into the room. 

Tyre stands up looking at her worriedly. 

Tyre: What are you doing here?

Dakota: I'm glad he's dead. God, I........you know, he.......Tyre, he wasn't going to stop. He was just gonna keep on doing that to me. You know, maybe something's wrong with me but I am so glad he's dead. I just, um......

She looks at Tyre, her eyes filled up with tears

Dakota: I wish I was the one who killed him. 

Tyre: Don't. Don't say that. Don't. 

Dakota: You are the best person I have ever known. If anything happens to you because of me, I will never......I would never forgive myself. I am so sorry

Tyre shakes her head with tears of her own in her eyes

Tyre: Don't. No. Don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry about

She pulls her into her arms, Dakota lays her head on her shoulder, crying. 

Tyre: We're okay. We're gonna be fine. Stop

She pulls Dakota away and cups her face in her hands

Tyre: We're gonna be fine. 

They lean their heads together until Dakota leans in closer touching her lips to Tyre's. Tyre slowly kisses her back while Dakota grabs the helm of her shirt and raises it over her head

Tyre does the same with her shirt then grabs Dakota and lays her down on the gently, pressing their lips back together.