Alex knelt beside her black 1969 Chevrolet Camaro, cursing under her breath as she struggled to change the tire.
That was her luck. She'd gotten a puncture in the middle of nowhere, and if that hadn't been enough, she didn't bring any water with her. She forgot how damn hot the sun could burn in Texas.
She already saw her picture on the front page of the newspapers, or the epitaph on her grave: Alexandra Sawyer died of serious idiocy. She forgot to bring water with her.
At least she had her sunglasses. She would die stylishly. That was something, she thought.
Alex rolled her eyes, annoyed, as a car stopped. She so wasn't in the mood to deal with a perverse idiot right now.
"Do ya need help?" The low voice asked.
"Do I look like somebody who needs help?" She asked sharply, tossing her long black hair away from her face.
"Lexy?" The guy asked surprised.
"My name is Alex…" she started to protest automatically, but stopped when she looked at the guy.
"Timmy?" she asked with a huge grin on her face.
"Oh my God! I can't believe it's you," she screamed as she ran toward him, practically jumping at Tim before she hugged him tight.
"Wow, you've grown up, dude," she said, patting Tim on the shoulder, as she pulled away from him and took off her sunglasses.
"You did, too," Tim smirked as he looked over at Alex, his eyes stopping on her chest.
"Yeah, well, I did. But I tell you, last time I checked my eyes were still up here," she motioned to her eyes, laughing.
"Do you need help?" Tim asked grinning as he looked at her car.
"No worries. I'm almost done," Alex waved as she knelt down next to her car again. "Though, you could give me something to drink or I swear I will die."
"Here," Tim said as he took out a bottle of water from his truck and threw it to Alex.
"You are a walking god, Tim Riggins. I thought I would die, shriveled up like a raisin," Alex said after she took a huge sip of water.
"You forgot to bring water with you. Typical," Tim mumbled rolling his eyes as he leant on his truck, admiring Alex's beautiful curves.
Alex wasn't a usual southern girl. She was pretty pale, her skin was so white she looked like a porcelain doll with her huge deep oceanic blue eyes and long raven black hair. She had miles of long legs and beautiful curves.
"Shut up," Alex laughed.
"What are ya doin here?" Tim asked smiling as he watched Alex.
"I'm back in black, baby, comin' home for good," she answered as she screwed on the last bolt.
"Got tired of the big city?"
"They got a soccer team," she said as she stood up and pulled a little lower her black tank top.
"That's what I thought, too," Alex said as she heard Tim huffing.
"Let's go to Applebees. Tyra will be frantic when she sees you," Tim said as he headed to his truck.
Alex took the tools to the trunk. She could feel Tim's eyes on her as she walked to the door of the car.
"Stop the nasty thoughts, Timmy boy. I could still kick your pretty little ass if I want to," Alex laughed.
"You think I got a pretty ass," Tim grinned as he got in his truck.
"Jerk," Alex shout still laughing.
"Bitch," Tim answered, also laughing as he started the engine.
Alex got in her car, grinning insanely. It felt so good being back in Texas. She was happy Tim was the first person she ran into.
They were used to be like siamese twins. There was no Alex without Tim and no Tim without Alex. They were 'that Riggins boy' and 'that Sawyer girl'. The trouble-makers of Dillon's little town. With Tyra and Jason their little inner circle was full.
It was 3 years ago she moved to New York with her mom and God knew she hated every minute of it. Alex didn't want to leave Dillon but her mom decided to go, so they moved.
Life in New York sucked big time. As usual, Alex's mom was way too pre-occupied with her boyfriends and Alex had no intentions of making new friends. In her view, the people who attended her new school were just a bunch of assholes, including her ex-boyfriend, Ryan who was the biggest ass of all of them.
The only thing Alex would miss were the races on the streets of New York. Cars were the only thing she loved almost as much as she loved football. Though, racing couldn't replace home.
So, when she woke up three days ago, Alex decided she had had enough. She gave the papers about emancipation to her mom. Her mom yelled and cried fake tears. When she was done with the big scene, she signed the papers and told Alex to do what she want.
And Alex did. Finally, she was free. She packed her stuff, got in her car and left. She went back to the only place she could call home: Dillon.
Alex's heart jumped a little when she saw the sign-post "Welcome to Dillon". As she drove through the town, and saw the old places where she was raised, that almost everything was the same as she remembered Alex smiled. God, it was great to be home, she thought.