Clear Eyes (Tim Riggins Story)

Chapter Fifteen

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-Brooke

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"Timmy!!" Emma raced up the walk way to leap on to Tim's leg. He reached down and brought her to sit on his shoulders. His eyes met mine, "Football, you just gonna stand out there?" He winked and went into the house.

What have I gotten myself into?

Nevertheless I followed the two in the house. It was about as clean as you would figure a teenage boy's room would be.

"Em, do you want to go out and play with Pat (yes, I made the kid up for the purpose of the story)? He loves to play on the swings." Tim gently sat her down before pushing open the sliding doors.

Em quickly waved bye at us and bounced over to the small brown haired boy.

Tim shut the door before turning towards me. "Brooklynn, I am surprised you came." Tim grinned down at me as he stepped to be directly infront of me.

"You actually know my real name? That was unexpected, a football player knowing a nobody's name, wow." I returned a small smile back to him.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand. He led us over to sit on the couch, next to each other. "We need to talk about this." He did the hand motion between us.

"What do you mean?" Could he like me? No. I am just a plain girl to him, right?

He gave me a tired look, "this thing betwen us. The tension. I want to get rid of it. Everything was fine until Lyla was with me. What happened? Did she do something?" He questioned quickly and looked deeply into my eyes.

What do I say?

She doesn't deserve you. I do? Hell no.

"Uh....I don't know, Tim. I guess I am just messed up about everything with Max." I stuttered, my lying is totally on point.

Annoyance crossed his features before he groaned, "It happened before that, why are you trying to deny it? I thought we were starting to be good friends."

I glared at him and scooted away to the other side of the couch. "Guys like you aren't friends with girls like me. I'm not anything special, Tim." I almost let out a pitful whimper, but I managed to keep it in.

"Guys like me? What are you talking about? If you are cool, I don't care who the hell you are. There is something you aren't tell me." He growled and moved to be right beside me again.

"You know what. You are right. There is something that I am not telling you, so get over it. I am going to get Emma. We need to head to the hospital to get Max." I stood up and turned to the door.

He was right against me holding me from moving, "We are not done talking, Brooklynn." He wrapped his arms around my waist. His voice was softer than what it was a minute ago.

I rolled my eyes, "Please, Tim. I need to go." I tried to push away from him.

His arms tightened around me, and he lifted me off the ground. I yelped and turned slightly to hold on to him. "Put me down." I squirmed a little bit.

We were heading down a hallway towards a shut door. "No. If you are going to be difficult, so can I, sweetheart." He kicked the door open, and tossed me on the bed.

"TIM!" I screeched as he gently laid down on top of me. My face was red as fire, he was grinning down at me.

"We are going to work through this, one way or another."