For just_muse_me - 22.1.5 John A Simone Quote
22.1.5. "If you're in a bad situation, don't worry it'll change. If you're in a good situation, don't worry it'll change." - John A. Simone
[Co-written with itwontstopme]
Sam stifled a yawn as she pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail. She couldn't be bothered looking in the mirror as she left the locker rooms, adjusting her hooded top over her uniform. She was too tired to even care about getting some of the stuff she had been meaning to pick up. She just wanted to get out of there. The supermarket was open for a few hours yet, but Sam just wanted to be home and preferably curled up with Tim. She needed her nice, big, warm boyfriend to make her remember it wasn't all angry customers and monotonous checkout work that was the reason she kept going.
College was supposed to be soon, but no one seemed to be talking about in the wake of Mac being pregnant. With school all but over, Sam was getting more hours at the supermarket but she regretted taking them on. It was wearing her down. Everything about Dillon seemed to be wearing her down, and she couldn't even put her finger on why. Maybe it was because she knew New York and college was supposed to be coming.
As she trudged back past the checkouts, Sam gave Jason a sleepy smile when she saw him waiting near the confectionery stand. "Mac doesn't want ya to pick up even more chocolate, does she? I coulda sworn she's eaten more than her body weight in it by now."
Jason shook his head. "No, this is for me. We're kind of hoping the sugar will give me a, you know..." He waved his hand a little. "A boost, so to speak," he said, clearing his throat sheepishly. "Orange juice, coffee, Red Bull, PBJ, pizza or burgers don't work."
Sam looked down at him, trying not to smirk. "I thought it was a reflexo-thingo, or the, um... the other thing. Has she broken your brain and ability to fantasize already?"
Jason pulled his lips to the side and then nodded. "I think maybe yes. Because even not being a quad, I'm not sure I could keep up. Did you feel like this when you were pregnant? It's worse than puberty. At least with puberty, we didn't really know what we were doing to actually have much of a clue of anything. And she's, like, just bump there, you know? It's getting awkward."
Sam's smile turned a little sad as she shook her head. "Not really, but then I didn't exactly have the father stickin' around to help out. I thought about goin' to T a couple times, but it seemed wrong. Now I guess maybe I wish I had, but I'd be a mom right now... Kinda crazy thought. Then it was just too late, it was gone. I remember bein' sick, though. Not really able to eat much."
"That's easing for Mac. She's just really tired, and horny. How can you be tired and horny all at the same time?" Jason asked in confusion. He held up a packet of Gummi Bears. "I don't even really know what I'm supposed to do anymore. I don't have the same usual father stuff because of the chair. What are you doing now? You heading home?"
Sam shrugged as she couldn't help but laugh this time. "I don't know, same reason girls can manage to be pissed off and horny at the same time? Not sure horniness ever cares about the other emotions. I think you're just s'sposed to be there for her, and get her the weird stuff she craves, and whatever." Sam gave a nod, tucking her hands into the pockets of her sweater. "You wanna get anythin' else? I was gonna grab some stuff, but I felt too tired. I just wanna be home with T. If you're gonna be around for a couple minutes though we can go home together. I should just grab the coffee, and milk anyway. I think there was somethin' else too, but I can't remember. Any ideas?"
Jason nodded. "She wants that marshmallow spread on rice crackers." He scrunched his nose up in disgust with a small shiver. "Better than the peanut butter on ice cream. But only Alamo Freeze ice cream. Not the supermarket variety. And Tim's not home. He hasn't been home all day. I thought he might've been at the garage with Billy."
Sam stuck her tongue out as she shuddered. "Ew... that's, that's really special. It's probably a good thing ya love her if she's gonna be tastin' of those things." Sam tilted her head, her brow creasing in a frown. "He ain't been home? He didn't say anythin' about goin' to Billy's..." Sam nodded her head in direction of one of the aisles. "Better get the spread and crackers before she tries to rip your balls off, even if ya won't feel it. Have you ever thought about the little blue pills?"
Jason turned his chair so they could head in the direction of the aisles. He left the candy on the shelf, not really wanting any of it. "They won't work. Body is still paralysed, chemicals won't change that. We just gotta roll with it when it works and I just help her out other ways when it doesn't. Or she helps herself out before I even get there," he laughed. "I've learnt not to get in a huff about it because it's not going to be long before she wants it again. He didn't say anything to me, either. I think he was just bored and went out. Better that than reaching for a beer, I suppose."
Sam kept a slow pace beside Jason, not in any rush. Her hands were still firmly tucked in her sweater as she tried to stifle another yawn, turning her head so Jason didn't see it. "I'm sorry, J. I know it's gotta suck hardcore. 'Least ya still got that pee sense. It would be a total disaster if you didn't at least have that. I'm sure Mac doesn't mind. Ya still managed to give her a baby, that's huge. It's like--" Sam broke off as she frowned, trying to work out why the guy ahead looked so much like Tim. The hair, the way his ass looked in his jeans. Only he was kissing someone that looked a lot like Lyla, and that just wasn't right. Sam had to be imagining it. It was just a long day giving her hallucinations. "J, tell me that ain't what I think it is..."
Jason had picked up a random packet of something that looked sweet and sugary from the shelf and was trying to figure out what it was when she spoke. "What's what?" he asked, looking up. He followed her line of sight, it was a different line from his lower down position in the chair. He looked up in time to see Tim stepping away from Lyla. "Um... Tim and Lyla?" he asked with a shrug. "Guess he must have been coming to the store."
Sam's face twisted, Jason's seemingly flippant remark hurting her almost as much as what she'd just seen. She continued to stare, her hands becoming fists in her pockets. Lyla was going to win again... She'd gotten her fucking claws into him again. Sam sucked in a breath, felt the tears stinging her eyes. "Not sure the coffee we need was down Lyla's throat," Sam replied in a hiss.
"What?" Jason asked in confusion, looking up at her. Then he looked back up the aisle, but Lyla and Tim weren't even standing anywhere near each other. "What are you on about? He can't just not talk to her. I know she's a bitch, but..." He trailed off, looking back up at her at a loss for words.
"They were just kissin'! Two seconds ago, they were just kissin'! Don't look at me like I'm crazy." Sam's voice had risen, and she was aware that she was probably starting to sound hysterical. She tried to blink back the tears, but they were starting to come faster. "It's Lyla. She can't ever just go get someone of her own. It's always has to be--it always has to be T." Sam pulled her hands out of her pockets to wipe harshly at the stupid tears covering her cheeks. "I can't be here right now, I'm sorry, J."
Jason tore his eyes away from Sam to look back at Tim and Lyla. Tim looked pissed more than anything and he was turning to walk away. "Sam, I'm not! I don't know what you're on about!" he cried. "Don't you think I would be the first to understand if they were kissing?"
Sam wasn't watching Tim anymore, unable to look at him right then. She felt sick to her stomach. "I know what I saw!" she cried back, turning to walk quickly back up the aisle before Tim saw her. Now she just wanted to be home, but for a completely different reason. She was tempted to go back to her parents' place, but that would be an even longer walk. She had seen Tim and Lyla kissing, there was no changing that.
Words: 1521 | Tim Riggins [texas33forever] used with permission, Mac [comeswithcuffs] referred to with permission. Not binding on any Lylas.
[Co-written with itwontstopme]
Sam stifled a yawn as she pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail. She couldn't be bothered looking in the mirror as she left the locker rooms, adjusting her hooded top over her uniform. She was too tired to even care about getting some of the stuff she had been meaning to pick up. She just wanted to get out of there. The supermarket was open for a few hours yet, but Sam just wanted to be home and preferably curled up with Tim. She needed her nice, big, warm boyfriend to make her remember it wasn't all angry customers and monotonous checkout work that was the reason she kept going.
College was supposed to be soon, but no one seemed to be talking about in the wake of Mac being pregnant. With school all but over, Sam was getting more hours at the supermarket but she regretted taking them on. It was wearing her down. Everything about Dillon seemed to be wearing her down, and she couldn't even put her finger on why. Maybe it was because she knew New York and college was supposed to be coming.
As she trudged back past the checkouts, Sam gave Jason a sleepy smile when she saw him waiting near the confectionery stand. "Mac doesn't want ya to pick up even more chocolate, does she? I coulda sworn she's eaten more than her body weight in it by now."
Jason shook his head. "No, this is for me. We're kind of hoping the sugar will give me a, you know..." He waved his hand a little. "A boost, so to speak," he said, clearing his throat sheepishly. "Orange juice, coffee, Red Bull, PBJ, pizza or burgers don't work."
Sam looked down at him, trying not to smirk. "I thought it was a reflexo-thingo, or the, um... the other thing. Has she broken your brain and ability to fantasize already?"
Jason pulled his lips to the side and then nodded. "I think maybe yes. Because even not being a quad, I'm not sure I could keep up. Did you feel like this when you were pregnant? It's worse than puberty. At least with puberty, we didn't really know what we were doing to actually have much of a clue of anything. And she's, like, just bump there, you know? It's getting awkward."
Sam's smile turned a little sad as she shook her head. "Not really, but then I didn't exactly have the father stickin' around to help out. I thought about goin' to T a couple times, but it seemed wrong. Now I guess maybe I wish I had, but I'd be a mom right now... Kinda crazy thought. Then it was just too late, it was gone. I remember bein' sick, though. Not really able to eat much."
"That's easing for Mac. She's just really tired, and horny. How can you be tired and horny all at the same time?" Jason asked in confusion. He held up a packet of Gummi Bears. "I don't even really know what I'm supposed to do anymore. I don't have the same usual father stuff because of the chair. What are you doing now? You heading home?"
Sam shrugged as she couldn't help but laugh this time. "I don't know, same reason girls can manage to be pissed off and horny at the same time? Not sure horniness ever cares about the other emotions. I think you're just s'sposed to be there for her, and get her the weird stuff she craves, and whatever." Sam gave a nod, tucking her hands into the pockets of her sweater. "You wanna get anythin' else? I was gonna grab some stuff, but I felt too tired. I just wanna be home with T. If you're gonna be around for a couple minutes though we can go home together. I should just grab the coffee, and milk anyway. I think there was somethin' else too, but I can't remember. Any ideas?"
Jason nodded. "She wants that marshmallow spread on rice crackers." He scrunched his nose up in disgust with a small shiver. "Better than the peanut butter on ice cream. But only Alamo Freeze ice cream. Not the supermarket variety. And Tim's not home. He hasn't been home all day. I thought he might've been at the garage with Billy."
Sam stuck her tongue out as she shuddered. "Ew... that's, that's really special. It's probably a good thing ya love her if she's gonna be tastin' of those things." Sam tilted her head, her brow creasing in a frown. "He ain't been home? He didn't say anythin' about goin' to Billy's..." Sam nodded her head in direction of one of the aisles. "Better get the spread and crackers before she tries to rip your balls off, even if ya won't feel it. Have you ever thought about the little blue pills?"
Jason turned his chair so they could head in the direction of the aisles. He left the candy on the shelf, not really wanting any of it. "They won't work. Body is still paralysed, chemicals won't change that. We just gotta roll with it when it works and I just help her out other ways when it doesn't. Or she helps herself out before I even get there," he laughed. "I've learnt not to get in a huff about it because it's not going to be long before she wants it again. He didn't say anything to me, either. I think he was just bored and went out. Better that than reaching for a beer, I suppose."
Sam kept a slow pace beside Jason, not in any rush. Her hands were still firmly tucked in her sweater as she tried to stifle another yawn, turning her head so Jason didn't see it. "I'm sorry, J. I know it's gotta suck hardcore. 'Least ya still got that pee sense. It would be a total disaster if you didn't at least have that. I'm sure Mac doesn't mind. Ya still managed to give her a baby, that's huge. It's like--" Sam broke off as she frowned, trying to work out why the guy ahead looked so much like Tim. The hair, the way his ass looked in his jeans. Only he was kissing someone that looked a lot like Lyla, and that just wasn't right. Sam had to be imagining it. It was just a long day giving her hallucinations. "J, tell me that ain't what I think it is..."
Jason had picked up a random packet of something that looked sweet and sugary from the shelf and was trying to figure out what it was when she spoke. "What's what?" he asked, looking up. He followed her line of sight, it was a different line from his lower down position in the chair. He looked up in time to see Tim stepping away from Lyla. "Um... Tim and Lyla?" he asked with a shrug. "Guess he must have been coming to the store."
Sam's face twisted, Jason's seemingly flippant remark hurting her almost as much as what she'd just seen. She continued to stare, her hands becoming fists in her pockets. Lyla was going to win again... She'd gotten her fucking claws into him again. Sam sucked in a breath, felt the tears stinging her eyes. "Not sure the coffee we need was down Lyla's throat," Sam replied in a hiss.
"What?" Jason asked in confusion, looking up at her. Then he looked back up the aisle, but Lyla and Tim weren't even standing anywhere near each other. "What are you on about? He can't just not talk to her. I know she's a bitch, but..." He trailed off, looking back up at her at a loss for words.
"They were just kissin'! Two seconds ago, they were just kissin'! Don't look at me like I'm crazy." Sam's voice had risen, and she was aware that she was probably starting to sound hysterical. She tried to blink back the tears, but they were starting to come faster. "It's Lyla. She can't ever just go get someone of her own. It's always has to be--it always has to be T." Sam pulled her hands out of her pockets to wipe harshly at the stupid tears covering her cheeks. "I can't be here right now, I'm sorry, J."
Jason tore his eyes away from Sam to look back at Tim and Lyla. Tim looked pissed more than anything and he was turning to walk away. "Sam, I'm not! I don't know what you're on about!" he cried. "Don't you think I would be the first to understand if they were kissing?"
Sam wasn't watching Tim anymore, unable to look at him right then. She felt sick to her stomach. "I know what I saw!" she cried back, turning to walk quickly back up the aisle before Tim saw her. Now she just wanted to be home, but for a completely different reason. She was tempted to go back to her parents' place, but that would be an even longer walk. She had seen Tim and Lyla kissing, there was no changing that.
Words: 1521 | Tim Riggins [texas33forever] used with permission, Mac [comeswithcuffs] referred to with permission. Not binding on any Lylas.