Pretty Girls Boys Make ....
by DevilChild
Fandom: The Fast & The Furious — Friday Night Lights
Rating: Teen. (Overall Series: Mature)
Pairing: N/A (Eventually Tim/Mia)
Author's Note: This is a crossover and AU I started in January '07.
I'm making Dillon, Texas a bit more rural and remote than it's shown in the series, so that it's more like Odessa, Texas, as opposed to a hop, skip and a jump from Austin. And, yes, the title is a reference to the Smiths song "Pretty Girls Make Graves".
Dedication: Bone.
Copyright and Disclaimer: The Fast and The Furious and Friday Night Lights are copyright their respective owners. I make no claims to ownership or creation of either. This bit of not for profit modern folklore (thank you Prof. Jenkins) is mine.
"How was practice today?"
"Oh, it was good, r-real good, Mia."
"Work okay?"
"Y-yes, work was just fine."
"Landry didn't mooch too much food?"
"Uh - well —"
"Way to stick up for your bro, Matt."
Matt and Mia both rolled their eyes at Landry.
"And on that note, I am out of here," he said with a smile and a wave as he collected his backpack and went out the door.
Matt waited until she heard Landry's ancient station wagon start up before asking, "How is she?"
"She seems to have had a pretty good day. Spent a fair amount of time out in the garden, all excited about how next year should be a great year for tomatoes. No real episodes to speak of. I figure I'll stick around until she's out of her bath, because frankly —"
"Thanks." Matt may have blushed, but his tone also let Mia know that he really didn't want to carry that conversation any further. So far, "Nana" Saracen hadn't been having problems getting in and out of her tub, but … well, Mia tried to think about who seeing Nana naked would be more awkward for. And if Nana had one of her episodes where she thought Matt was Joel? "Squick" and "train-wreck" didn't even begin to cover it.
"Coach still giving you grief about Julie?"
"Coach is always going to give me grief about Julie." Matt managed a little laugh. "But he seems to be easing up a little." He studied his hands for a few moments before asking, voice barely above a whisper, "C-can I bo-borrow your car f-for the - the Winter Formal?"
"Absolutely, Matt." Mia reached across the kitchen table and patted his hand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nana wander into the front room, clad in her bathrobe and slippers.
Mia bade Matt and Nana a good night, collected her purse and bag and headed for the front door.
There was a short, sharp knock.
"I'll get it," she said.
"Hey, Miz Saracen — you're not Matt's Grandma!" said the young black man on the other side of the screen. His tall,
very handsome companion said nothing, just covered his mouth to hold back a snicker.
"Nope, I'm certainly not Nana," Mia laughed, and opened the door. "Hi, I'm Mia. I'm here for Nana during the day."
The young black man flashed her very white ear to ear smile and held out his hand and said, "Baby, you can call me Smash."
Right. And she thought Landry was about as subtle as a brick through a window.
"Hi, Smash, you can call me Mia."
His tall friend with the caramel brown hair dry scrubbed his hand on his jeans for a split second and, then, almost shy, held it out and said, "Tim."
She shook it. "Tim Riggins?"
He blinked. "Yeah …"
Mia looked over her shoulder at Matt, who was not very successfully smothering a chuckle, and said, "Coach was right, he is big." She looked Tim up and down again before saying to Matt "But Dom's bigger." And she deftly swiveled around them and went out the door, giggling on her way to the car.
She had just opened the door when she faintly heard Smash's voice: "Aww,
hell no! No way did that skinny little —"
To give them all a bit more to talk about, she revved the engine and peeled out.
~oo(0)oo~
"So, Mia," Landry said, "Matt says you met Tim Riggins last night." He shoved a fry in his mouth, gulped it down, and continued, "What'd you think?"
"He's certainly a strapping fellow." She collected her bag.
"And?" Landry, for all his dorkiness and cluelessness, could, occasionally, be quite sharp.
Mia tried to think of something clever to say, but she couldn't quite keep the bitterness out of her voice. "In my experience, pretty boys are nothing but trouble," she said over her shoulder as she headed for the door.
She was just about to close it behind her when she heard Landry say, "Just want you to know, Miss Toretto, that I'm really a redhead. Just been bleached by the sun."
"Dork." She called back to him.
But damnit if he didn't make her smile.
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Last Updated: 9/5/07