Just Rigby. (![]() ![]() @ 2010-06-04 10:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-16 |
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
Who: Graham and Rigby
Where: Random street in Scarlet Oak to start
When: Late afternoon
What: Best friends have A LOT to catch up on. To say the least!
Finally, the migraine was starting to fade away. Rigby had spent the time between Tuesday night's open mic gig and now curled up in Fina's bed, lights off, all the curtains drawn. It wasn't the worst migraine he'd ever experienced, but he'd promised Fina he wouldn't make a run for the truck and get the hell out of town again. Fina, for one, certainly didn't mind the extra time he spent there, when she could be close enough to him without his brain exploding all over again. He was still trying to figure out exactly what the hell happened, how and why his telepathy spiked the way it did - and needless to say, Rigby was not a fan. At all.
Today though, Rigby was ready to get out and about again. And would you look at that - Graham called that morning too, and they'd decided to meet up. Exchanging text messages was fun and all, but Rigby wasn't actually all that keen on using his phone, and it was weird for him to actually be checking the damn thing all the time. Usually it lived in his glove compartment, out of sight and out of mind. He hadn't seen Graham since their little road trip to New England and a lot had happened in that time - that whole bullshit with Autumn, who the hell knew what actually happened there, and what was going on with Graham and his new lady. Er... the lady he was currently dating? Hell if Rigby knew. He was still laughing at Graham's "oh my god we've been dating for a month what do I do?" message.
Parking the Ranger, Rigby climbed out, his guitar sitting safe in the passenger seat. Seeing no sign of Graham - and unable to hear the man's thoughts in his head, either - Rigby leaned against the side of the truck, fingers idly playing with Fina's house key around his neck as he went to check his phone. Maybe Graham had called.