musesandlyrics | 3.21 Stay With Me Baby lyrics
3.21 Where did you go when things went wrong , baby,
Who did you run to, to find a shoulder to lay your head upon,
Oh, wasn't I there, didn't I take good care of you,
Oh no, I can't believe you're leaving me babe...
Stay With Me, Baby - Lorraine Ellison
[OOC: Takes place about FOUR MONTHS after THIS and related to THIS]
Sam would have worked seven days a week if she could manage it. Anything was better than thinking about the home she no longer had, and the boyfriend she no longer had. She didn’t want to sleep; she couldn’t sleep. The only reason she ate was because she knew she needed energy of some kind to try and keep going.
She had shut herself off, trying to keep out of Tim’s way. She wasn’t even sure why. Just that as the weeks went by she started to realise how much she’d fucked up. Tim could be... well, a Riggins, but he wasn’t so stupid as to fuck up with Lyla again. They’d covered that ground so much in the beginning when they’d first started dating, that Sam should have just known.
But she didn’t.
She’d been quick to believe the worse because the sight had been too much. It had tugged at every frayed edge and every single insecurity she had and just unravelled her in an instant. She hadn’t been able to stop it, and even when she’d initially freaked out it was like she’d been watching herself and hadn’t been able to stop it.
And the argument with Tim...
Sam still cringed every time she thought about it. She still punished herself for it. She loved Tim. She had loved him ever since she could remember, and actually being with him had just made her love him more.
She just hadn’t trusted that he loved her. She had been subconsciously waiting for the moment where it would be revealed that she wasn’t enough to tame Tim Riggins. Not that she wanted to. She wanted him to just be himself. She just wanted him to watch the drinking because she couldn’t bear standing by and watching him slowly kill himself.
Seeing him in hospital had scared the shit out of her, but she’d stuck by him. She would always stick by him. She would probably give him her liver if her needed it.
It was just those little niggling insecurities that had slowly been eating away at her that had undone it all. Seeing Lyla kissing Tim was like a punch to the gut-or worse. She could have handled it better if the bitch had just stabbed a knife into her. Going after Tim was worse. Going after Tim was going after the one thing Sam cherished the most.
Was it any wonder she’d wanted to go off the deep end that night? She just hadn’t banked on the drunken driver, and she certainly hadn’t banked on winding up in hospital. Or Mac losing the baby. Sam had only had a broken leg, but because Mac was the good person she was, she’d helped to save Sam at the risk of the baby.
Another reason for Sam to punish herself. Another reason she couldn’t sleep.
She was responsible for Mac and J losing their baby. How would J ever even stand to look at her, or be around her? Especially after Mac left. But he did. He gave Sam comfort where Tim couldn’t. She had wanted Tim at the hospital, had needed Tim at the hospital... and he wasn’t there. He wasn’t even there any of the following weeks while Sam had her leg in a cast and had to make do on crutches. Fucked if she knew how J managed to get around in a wheelchair for so long, she was barely coping with the crutches. Amazing how losing one leg gave her a whole new perspective.
Then six weeks was suddenly gone by in a flash and nothing was the same. It was like a silent bomb had gone off, and the four of them were the only casualties. A friendship that had seemed stronger than anything had been tested in a way none of them had been prepared for, and none of them could cope with.
But if you asked Sam, she was fine.
She smiled at the customers despite her panda eyes, and clear lethargy. She talked to her parents like nothing was wrong. When she did talk to Jason Street it was still like nothing was wrong. But she wasn’t sleeping. She had nightmares, and she missed the comfort of Tim’s body beside her, and the safe harbour his arms offered her.
He didn’t want her, though. And Sam couldn’t find any reason to try and convince him otherwise. She saw him sometimes in the supermarket, more condoms, more booze, and more girls in tow. She looked at him and wondered what it was the girls had that she didn’t. And wondered if the girls in the tiny skirts would ever sit by his hospital bedside after he vomited blood, and nearly turned himself inside out when the drinking once again took over.
She wondered if they got him like she did, or it was just because he was Number 33 that had them sleeping with him. She was sure she heard one brunette call him Tim Riggins about fifty times in one minute. Like she had to remind him constantly what his name was, or maybe just try and remind herself that she was sleeping with the former Panther star.
Sam stared down at her cell phone as she stood by her locker out the back of the supermarket, and her thumb hovered on one of the buttons as she stared at Tim’s name in her contact list. She just wanted to call him. She needed to hear his voice, needed to hear that drawl. If she could just hear him say her name she would know it would get better. That maybe there could just be a tiny sliver of hope in amongst the crap.
She was just tired. So fucking tired, and she just wanted to crawl into his embrace and sleep for days.
Against her better judgement she’d already hit the call button, and held the phone up to her ear. She listened to the rings, and for a moment she just prayed that she got his voicemail so she could hang up and he’d never really know...
Only he actually picked up, and she had to wonder if he’d even checked the caller ID because why would he pick up when it was her? There was a long awkward pause as her brain refused to kick in and give her something to say. “T?” she started, but the room was suddenly tipped on its axis, and Sam didn’t think she could stay on her feet. “T, I-”
She didn’t even remember hitting the floor. She didn’t even know if she’d somehow managed to disconnect the call.
It all went black, and Sam just had a brief thought of finally being able to rest.
Samantha Jameson
Friday Night Lights (OC)
Words: 1178
texas33forever, itwontstopme and comeswithcuffs all used with permission. Me and Mac's mun seemed to have been working on the same spooky wavelength for our girls' pieces. THIS PROMPT written as a companion piece was written without either of us reading the other's, but it works as a parallel for them both. We're awesome in that ESP way.
Who did you run to, to find a shoulder to lay your head upon,
Oh, wasn't I there, didn't I take good care of you,
Oh no, I can't believe you're leaving me babe...
Stay With Me, Baby - Lorraine Ellison
[OOC: Takes place about FOUR MONTHS after THIS and related to THIS]
Sam would have worked seven days a week if she could manage it. Anything was better than thinking about the home she no longer had, and the boyfriend she no longer had. She didn’t want to sleep; she couldn’t sleep. The only reason she ate was because she knew she needed energy of some kind to try and keep going.
She had shut herself off, trying to keep out of Tim’s way. She wasn’t even sure why. Just that as the weeks went by she started to realise how much she’d fucked up. Tim could be... well, a Riggins, but he wasn’t so stupid as to fuck up with Lyla again. They’d covered that ground so much in the beginning when they’d first started dating, that Sam should have just known.
But she didn’t.
She’d been quick to believe the worse because the sight had been too much. It had tugged at every frayed edge and every single insecurity she had and just unravelled her in an instant. She hadn’t been able to stop it, and even when she’d initially freaked out it was like she’d been watching herself and hadn’t been able to stop it.
And the argument with Tim...
Sam still cringed every time she thought about it. She still punished herself for it. She loved Tim. She had loved him ever since she could remember, and actually being with him had just made her love him more.
She just hadn’t trusted that he loved her. She had been subconsciously waiting for the moment where it would be revealed that she wasn’t enough to tame Tim Riggins. Not that she wanted to. She wanted him to just be himself. She just wanted him to watch the drinking because she couldn’t bear standing by and watching him slowly kill himself.
Seeing him in hospital had scared the shit out of her, but she’d stuck by him. She would always stick by him. She would probably give him her liver if her needed it.
It was just those little niggling insecurities that had slowly been eating away at her that had undone it all. Seeing Lyla kissing Tim was like a punch to the gut-or worse. She could have handled it better if the bitch had just stabbed a knife into her. Going after Tim was worse. Going after Tim was going after the one thing Sam cherished the most.
Was it any wonder she’d wanted to go off the deep end that night? She just hadn’t banked on the drunken driver, and she certainly hadn’t banked on winding up in hospital. Or Mac losing the baby. Sam had only had a broken leg, but because Mac was the good person she was, she’d helped to save Sam at the risk of the baby.
Another reason for Sam to punish herself. Another reason she couldn’t sleep.
She was responsible for Mac and J losing their baby. How would J ever even stand to look at her, or be around her? Especially after Mac left. But he did. He gave Sam comfort where Tim couldn’t. She had wanted Tim at the hospital, had needed Tim at the hospital... and he wasn’t there. He wasn’t even there any of the following weeks while Sam had her leg in a cast and had to make do on crutches. Fucked if she knew how J managed to get around in a wheelchair for so long, she was barely coping with the crutches. Amazing how losing one leg gave her a whole new perspective.
Then six weeks was suddenly gone by in a flash and nothing was the same. It was like a silent bomb had gone off, and the four of them were the only casualties. A friendship that had seemed stronger than anything had been tested in a way none of them had been prepared for, and none of them could cope with.
But if you asked Sam, she was fine.
She smiled at the customers despite her panda eyes, and clear lethargy. She talked to her parents like nothing was wrong. When she did talk to Jason Street it was still like nothing was wrong. But she wasn’t sleeping. She had nightmares, and she missed the comfort of Tim’s body beside her, and the safe harbour his arms offered her.
He didn’t want her, though. And Sam couldn’t find any reason to try and convince him otherwise. She saw him sometimes in the supermarket, more condoms, more booze, and more girls in tow. She looked at him and wondered what it was the girls had that she didn’t. And wondered if the girls in the tiny skirts would ever sit by his hospital bedside after he vomited blood, and nearly turned himself inside out when the drinking once again took over.
She wondered if they got him like she did, or it was just because he was Number 33 that had them sleeping with him. She was sure she heard one brunette call him Tim Riggins about fifty times in one minute. Like she had to remind him constantly what his name was, or maybe just try and remind herself that she was sleeping with the former Panther star.
Sam stared down at her cell phone as she stood by her locker out the back of the supermarket, and her thumb hovered on one of the buttons as she stared at Tim’s name in her contact list. She just wanted to call him. She needed to hear his voice, needed to hear that drawl. If she could just hear him say her name she would know it would get better. That maybe there could just be a tiny sliver of hope in amongst the crap.
She was just tired. So fucking tired, and she just wanted to crawl into his embrace and sleep for days.
Against her better judgement she’d already hit the call button, and held the phone up to her ear. She listened to the rings, and for a moment she just prayed that she got his voicemail so she could hang up and he’d never really know...
Only he actually picked up, and she had to wonder if he’d even checked the caller ID because why would he pick up when it was her? There was a long awkward pause as her brain refused to kick in and give her something to say. “T?” she started, but the room was suddenly tipped on its axis, and Sam didn’t think she could stay on her feet. “T, I-”
She didn’t even remember hitting the floor. She didn’t even know if she’d somehow managed to disconnect the call.
It all went black, and Sam just had a brief thought of finally being able to rest.
Samantha Jameson
Friday Night Lights (OC)
Words: 1178
texas33forever, itwontstopme and comeswithcuffs all used with permission. Me and Mac's mun seemed to have been working on the same spooky wavelength for our girls' pieces. THIS PROMPT written as a companion piece was written without either of us reading the other's, but it works as a parallel for them both. We're awesome in that ESP way.