RP: Tim and Derek Who: Tim Riggins and Derek Morgan Where: The Base When: March 21, 2011 Summary: Tim has been doing some thinking
Tim really could have done without the classes, it was bad enough sitting through 4 years of high school, but at least there had been rally girls to do his homework and write his essays, here they expected him to pay attention and hold on to this stuff they were teaching him. He didn't think it was going to go over that well - despite what Morgan had said about seeing something more in him.
He still didn't know what to think of all that, what it meant that Morgan could apparently know all of that about him without having read about him, all guessed from the way he talked and that stupid fucking ring. He'd taken it off - thought about getting rid of it for all of five minutes, if he'd been drunk then he probably would have tossed it out a window. Instead he put it in his pocket and it found it's way back onto his finger again before the end of the night.
It wasn't supposed to be important.
He sighed, none of this was right anymore, he was always going to be feeling like things were just a bit off here. Still after class he approached Morgan, not entirely sure what he wanted to say to him, but he'd figure it out a long the way. "Hey you got a minute?" He asked.