We are Spoken For

Tim and Julie

By

Lily

Rating

T, might change later

Summary

He didn't make it to the NFL, but he wasn't surprised.

She didn't know what she wanted, but she knows now.

Outine

It starts with a kiss, ends with another.

Vinegrettes of Julie and Tim's life.

Author's Note

No real plot, not yet atleast. Just the good times (and bad times) of Julie and Tim's courtship, engagment, marriage and parenthood.

Also it's slightly AUish. Suppoused to be a sequel, but I'm enjoying this one more. Too excited to wait with this one. I jump around alot, have been trying to work on that so PLEASE read this. Also, wrote it in a new dynamic so please tell me what you think.

Part One

Courtship

xoxoxo

First Date

Julie: I walk over to my father. I walk over to him realizing I am about to let him know for the first time that I no longer find niche in Matt Saracen. Of course, I have not loved him in over a year. And even then I was a naive girl and didn't know what love was. I have rehearsed to my father what I am going to tell him. I know he won't be happy. But it's out of his control. I'm in love.

"Daddy." I say, and I know he knows I want something. And I do want his permission. But it's not going to happen. He just looks up from his newspaper. There's an article about the Panthers. It mentions him breifly. How he left for Kansis U on a partial scholarship and is now getting a full ride. He didn't see that coming. He didn't beleive in himself. But I beleive in him.

He asks me what I want and I pause. All my rehearsing that I've practiced for the past year seems to have been flushed down the toilet without my consent. So I just put it out on the table, "I'm going out tonight." I don't know if I have it in myself to tell him who I'm going out with. Though dad loves him with all his heart, like a son who he'd seen through metamorphisis, he doesn't want to see us together.

"Tell Lois I said hi," he said this instead of a there is no way in hell you are going out with a boy Miss Julie Taylor. Esspessially one you have not okayed with your loving father.

"I will. But I'm going out with Tim." I blurt out. At first I wonder why I do this, and I want to avoid my father's eyes. But then I'm happy it's off my chest. There is a look of shock in dad's eyes I've never seen before and I inch towards the door.

"Well, we're going to talk about this."

Julie, say it. Say it firmly. "It's not up to you." There you go. Clarity washes over you when you realise how this would've been a calamity. It's not because you know how it's going to end. You know you're in love.

And when he shows up at the door your father is there waiting, but so are you. And as he gives you a glare, and an even worse one to Riggins he doesn't protest. Not once. "This is the way it's suppoused to be." you'd told him in the car. You didn't tell him about the year of longing you had to endure, and about the forgiveness and about the second thoughts and about what your ex-boyfriend thought. Because you told Matt. Because you wanted to love him. But you couldn't. You slowly fall more and more in love with him.

My evening is a fairy tale. I are no longer in the filthy chains of being alone. I feel his hair, all messy but soft. I feel the side of his chin, it's slightly more bristly then the only other time I've felt it. I feel the way his lips press up against mine.

I waited for him.

And now he's here.

The conversation itself comprises mostly of my dance classes and my interrogation of what college has really been like. He just replies to me it had been good. I ask him if there's been anybody else and his answar melts your heart with the two words.

"Only you."

And I beleive him. I love him. That's what love is, as unexplainable.

The rest of the evening goes by uneventfull, except you pulling out a envelope marked Kanis State.

I don't press my lips to him at the door because I know we have an audience. But my hand touches his chest and then I walk through the door. And the coach goes out saying god knows what.

Tim: I knew the coach wouldn't be pleased but she just smiles and tells me it's going to be fine. Her voice on the home isn't enough. I can't get enough of it, though. There were two options. The first, to date while she was in her last year of highschool. The second to wait. Julie would easily get into the only place that had offered me a scholarship. Kansis State.

And she had.

I tell my brother about it, finaly, because I'm back and it's summer and I have a part time job with some landscaping company mowing lawns and cutting hedges or whatever they want me to do. And he laughs at me and tells me I'm stupid. But atleast I waited. I would've been stupid if I'd initiated this when the coach could legally torture me on the feild.

And as I'm mowing sombody's lawn and get a smile from the owner who invites me in for a glass of iced tea and a cookie I decline. It's the end of the day, and no matter how hot I need to go take a shower. I can't show up in three hours looking like some sort of trades worker. Which of course, at this moment I am. I need to look like a pristine college student that Mr. Taylor, you must call him this, Tim, would let take his daughter out. If I bring this up Julie giggles and tells me he wouldn't let me take her out under any circumstances.

But that she's eighteen now, she tells you this. And you're nineteen. She's a big girl. But really I know she's not that big. And she's pretending if she doesn't want her father's permission. Because she does. And I'm surprised when I know her, I'm surprised when she tells me I've changed. She's surprised when I tell her she's changed. Have I jaded her?

I'm there right at time, receiving a growl from her father and her mom didn't seem to be around. Later I ask her and she tells me her mom is out at Mom n Tot swim and is just as dissapointed. I'm surprised when Coach Taylor doesn't protest. When I get her in my truck I ask her, "What did you tell him." and she just looks at you and shrugs. Whatever it was, Julie Taylor said the right thing.

And then she tells me, "This is how it's suppoused to be." and this makes me smile uncontrolably because nobody has ever told you this. And when before you go into some resteraunt she pushes her lips against yours and sighs. Though you've been able to have a great deal of power over women, they havn't had to have much power over you. But now you see how that's wrong.

Because that's not how love is. And, finaly, I know what love is. And as she interrogates me about what Id been up to in the months. And tells you about her dance classes.

And then she asks you if there was anybody else and you tell her no and she catches you off gaurd with another kiss. And then she passes you an envelope. Normally the results of this would be a bit much, but you feel the same was as she does.

When I walk her to the door, she doesn't kiss me. She breifly touches my chest. Which gives me goosebumps even though it's not the most intimate place to touch and neither Lyla nor Tyra ever gave you goosbumps. You never lived in the same house as them, though.

And everything is perfect untill the coach comes out.