title: the first day of my life
music: bright eyes
fandom, pairing: friday night lights, tim/jason
notes: 2:59, 52mb avi, megaupload or youtube stream

Sometimes, when they're like this, everything else will disappear, but it's not quite clicking today. Still, it's better than anything else she's got, and she presses her palm to his cheek and drops down for a kiss.

Street's t-shirt is in the kitchen sink, trapped under an empty ice cube tray, laying exactly where it fell while Tyra was licking salt off the crooked curve of his collarbone ten hours ago, while the sky was turning pink outside and Tim was laughing loud

The fucker made Tim laugh. Tim, whose laugh was so rusty Billy almost didn't recognize it. "I'm good," was all Tim said.

Football spiraled through the air until it didn't, dropping right into Tim's hands and Jason howled, "Timmmyyy!" Pigskin cupped tight against his side, Jason's shout in his ears, and it just... It felt right.

"My God, you are just not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you, Riggins?"

Some kid's dad gone missing and it's like the entire town suddenly cares about not-football. Kinda freaks Tim out, he thinks about it too hard, so he doesn't.

It's the end of August, and the heat is even more disgusting in the middle of the day than it is at the start. Or that could just be Smash's feet. Even with the breeze blowing through the trees on the bank, the smell is kinda nasty.