I wake up in the same couch as I did yesterday and feel a familiar pain in my head and it makes me grunt. I stumble my way through the house into the kitchen and grab the bottle of asprin just like yesterday, 3:17 the microwave read. Well there goes my second day of school, Billy is gonna loose his shit when he gets home but I brush it off. I walk over to my room and put on a grey Dillon Panthers muscle tank with a pair of black sweatpants. I walk out to the living room and grab Billy's tool box that was sitting beside the fireplace, I take the Dillon Panthers navy baseball hat that was on one of the couches and place it on my head.
The sun hits my eyes as I open the front door to the house. I grab one of my old skateboards near the garage and walk it over with the tool box over to my truck. I lay on the skateboard on my back and take a wrench from the toolbox and make my way under the truck. It was quiet and all I can hear is the wrench connecting to the busted engine of my truck, "what are you doing Tim Riggins" I hear a small voice come out of nowhere interrupting my silence making me jolt from under my truck. I look down and it's small blonde boy on his stomach laying on my driveway, he was staring right at me, who was this kid? "Fixing my truck" I say answering his question "why?" he says "because it's busted, who are you and where'd you come from?" I ask him "I'm Bo Miller, I live down the street from you," he states "ok" I say thinking that's where he would end it and hopefully he would just run off, "and your Tim Riggins, number thirty three of the Dillon Panthers who single handedly lead the panthers to the semis last year" he chirps "do you think you'll get back to the semis this year without Jason Street number six the greatest of all of Dillon?" he rambles adding onto my headache that I was getting from my hangover "can you shut up?" I tell him as I roll out from under my truck "I don't know, can I?" he says getting up from the pavement. He had a backpack that was way too big for his body, he continues to look at me with a stupid smile on his face, my head starts to hurt even more as the sun is now brighter than it was when I first got out, "stop please" I say "ok" he mumbles "I'm gonna need you to shut up because I'm incredibly hungover right now" "what does that mean?" he adds, what is with this kid? "You need to go home, ok?" I order him as I stand up. I tower over Bo and he automatically looks up at me still holding his ground and not following exactly what I just told him to do.
I walk over to the hood of my truck and I pop it open, "you know I'm gonna be a panther someday" he chirps "good luck with that Bo" I tell him "watch this" he says as he opens his backpack and takes out a football. The ball was much bigger than his head, he drops his bag and takes the ball and pulls back using my front lawn as space, I can't help but watch him. "Ready, blue forty two, I like candy, he drops back 'hut!'" he says to himself pretending he's talking to the rest of the team "he throws it, it's gone" he says throwing it up a meter in the air and then catching it for himself "it's up, it's caught it in the end zone, what can you say about that, Riggins?" he says challenging me throwing the football onto the ground. I put my hands on my hips and I can't help but smile, this kid was entertaining.
I take a rag and wipe my hands from any oil grease "hey, hand me the ball" I tell him, excitement brightens in his eyes, he runs for the ball and throws the ball over to me. "I'm gonna teach you how to spiral alright?" I say "oh boy" he says all excitingly and I chuckle "ok" I say. I place my hands around the football showing him how to hold it "I want you to place your fingers over the lace, like that ok?" I say showing him and he sticks his hand out holding an invisible football copying my actions "as big as your hands are you just do the best you can ok?" I say and he nods his head "ok" he says as he starts to run backwards to create some distance between the two of us. "When you pull the ball back you want to turn your body so you can put what little weight you have behind the ball" I tell him winding back getting ready to throw him the ball "and when you throw it I want you to follow through" I saw throwing the ball and he successfully catches it with his two hands.
"Ok now let me try" he says excitingly getting ready to do another play with his imaginary team. "Candy! candy! candy!, hut!" he chants then throwing the ball towards me following exactly what I told him. "Not too shabby" I tell him and he gives me a big smile and two thumbs up. "Bo!" I hear someone yell from behind me, I see a girl get out of a small grey car running towards us.
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Life in Dillon
FanfictionHalle Miller is a fifteen year old girl who lives in the ghost town of Dillon, Texas. High school football surrounds everything in Texas and the town of Dillon is just a part of that culture showing their panther pride through the Dillon High School...