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couples_therapy | 57.5. Marilyn Monroe quote
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texas33forever57.5. [From Week 51] "A wise girl kisses but doesn't love. Listens but doesn't believe. And leaves, before she is left." - Marilyn Monroe
Tim couldn't believe he was being fucking tutored by Landry. Fucking Landry, of all people. The amount of nerds with really nices boobs in the school and he ends up with Landry, who not only doesn't have boobs, but actually was born with his face in some stupid book with too many words. Not even any pictures. Tim's feet were planted up on the library table, which was against the 1001 Rules of Library Ettiquette, probably right under not shooting one's load on the vagina pages of anatomy text books. He had already knocked four of Landry's prized books onto the floor and earned death glares because of it. Tim knew Landry wouldn't do a damn thing about it, though, nor did he particularly care. His head lolled to the side in boredom and he aimed his empty pen casing at the geek table, managing to get a spitball to stick in the science nerd's hair. He smirked smugly to himself and sniffed with disinterest.
"Riggins, did you even here what I said?" Landry asked with that nasal snippiness he always got when someone had the gall to hate studying.
Tim shrugged. "Nope."
A huff and a frown ensued. "You have to read this by next week." Landry slapped a thick book down on the table in front of Tim. "And I ain't readin' it to you this time. There's a term paper due on it on the eighth. And I ain't writin' it for you."
"Right," Tim replied, not really listening either way. He'd get someone blonde with a killer ass to do it for him on the weekend. Then he could do her. Term papers had their advantages.
"Riggins, you..." Landry did continue his rant, but Tim tuned it out after the first two words. He looked around the library, wondering if it was possible for a place to get any more boring than that very room. It smelt funny, too. Like dirt and bad perfume that grannies wore. His nose screwed up with distaste but his eyes soon locked with a familiar set and he smirked. Tyra was sat at a booth by the window, her head resting lethargically in her hand as she caught his gaze. She smirked in return and flipped him off. There was still tension between them after he pretty much ended their relationship without word, but their dynamic would never really change. They just had some sort of connection that would always be there. Although, whether it was a positive or negative connection at any one time could change like the wind.
The fact she was even in the library amused Tim. Tyra Collette, every bit the local bike just like her mother and sister before her was sitting in the library studying like she actually wanted to. They seemed to have some sort of silent conversation with their eyes until Tim realised he was getting a burning death glare from Landry again, only this time it had nothing to do with books.
"She thinks you're a loser, you know," Landry sniped, shuffling all the papers before him but not seeming to really have a purpose for it. "She can do so much better than you."
Tim was still smirking, the spitball weapon hanging casually from the corner of his lips. "Oh yeah? Ya' gonna give it to her hard and fast from behind on the science lab bench in front of the fossel display? Hawt," he mocked with a snort of amusement. "Gives a whole new meanin' to Bunsen Burner."
Landry scowled and scooped his many books up into hs arms. "I hope you fail," he offered, wishing it came out sounding much less lame than it did. He may as well have told him he had nice eyes for all the force the threat held. What was it with damn footballers making him look and feel like a dweeb? Smart guys could be cool, right?
"I hope that wit doesn't cut off blood supply t'ya' dick when ya' lose your virginity, dude," Tim drawled in return. "Tyra doesn't like it when she's gotta do all the work. Try Coach's daughter. Worked for Saracen. The three of ya' could get it on. I bet y'all would have Dillon's nightlife rockin'." Landry was already storming off before anything more could be added to the statement. Tim couldn't have cared less. In fact, he now had a reprieve from finishing out the hour and a half tutoring session. Maybe Tyra was up for a bit of 'rockin' herself? But when Tim turned to look back at her, she was gone. He contemplated going to follow her, but didn't. It didn't seem worth the trouble. Instead, he just aimed the dismantled pen back at a guy rubbing at his flute case with a damp tissue and shot a spitball right between the two lenses of his thick glasses.
Riggins 3 - Nerds 0
Not binding on any other FNL muses
Word Count | 822
Tim couldn't believe he was being fucking tutored by Landry. Fucking Landry, of all people. The amount of nerds with really nices boobs in the school and he ends up with Landry, who not only doesn't have boobs, but actually was born with his face in some stupid book with too many words. Not even any pictures. Tim's feet were planted up on the library table, which was against the 1001 Rules of Library Ettiquette, probably right under not shooting one's load on the vagina pages of anatomy text books. He had already knocked four of Landry's prized books onto the floor and earned death glares because of it. Tim knew Landry wouldn't do a damn thing about it, though, nor did he particularly care. His head lolled to the side in boredom and he aimed his empty pen casing at the geek table, managing to get a spitball to stick in the science nerd's hair. He smirked smugly to himself and sniffed with disinterest.
"Riggins, did you even here what I said?" Landry asked with that nasal snippiness he always got when someone had the gall to hate studying.
Tim shrugged. "Nope."
A huff and a frown ensued. "You have to read this by next week." Landry slapped a thick book down on the table in front of Tim. "And I ain't readin' it to you this time. There's a term paper due on it on the eighth. And I ain't writin' it for you."
"Right," Tim replied, not really listening either way. He'd get someone blonde with a killer ass to do it for him on the weekend. Then he could do her. Term papers had their advantages.
"Riggins, you..." Landry did continue his rant, but Tim tuned it out after the first two words. He looked around the library, wondering if it was possible for a place to get any more boring than that very room. It smelt funny, too. Like dirt and bad perfume that grannies wore. His nose screwed up with distaste but his eyes soon locked with a familiar set and he smirked. Tyra was sat at a booth by the window, her head resting lethargically in her hand as she caught his gaze. She smirked in return and flipped him off. There was still tension between them after he pretty much ended their relationship without word, but their dynamic would never really change. They just had some sort of connection that would always be there. Although, whether it was a positive or negative connection at any one time could change like the wind.
The fact she was even in the library amused Tim. Tyra Collette, every bit the local bike just like her mother and sister before her was sitting in the library studying like she actually wanted to. They seemed to have some sort of silent conversation with their eyes until Tim realised he was getting a burning death glare from Landry again, only this time it had nothing to do with books.
"She thinks you're a loser, you know," Landry sniped, shuffling all the papers before him but not seeming to really have a purpose for it. "She can do so much better than you."
Tim was still smirking, the spitball weapon hanging casually from the corner of his lips. "Oh yeah? Ya' gonna give it to her hard and fast from behind on the science lab bench in front of the fossel display? Hawt," he mocked with a snort of amusement. "Gives a whole new meanin' to Bunsen Burner."
Landry scowled and scooped his many books up into hs arms. "I hope you fail," he offered, wishing it came out sounding much less lame than it did. He may as well have told him he had nice eyes for all the force the threat held. What was it with damn footballers making him look and feel like a dweeb? Smart guys could be cool, right?
"I hope that wit doesn't cut off blood supply t'ya' dick when ya' lose your virginity, dude," Tim drawled in return. "Tyra doesn't like it when she's gotta do all the work. Try Coach's daughter. Worked for Saracen. The three of ya' could get it on. I bet y'all would have Dillon's nightlife rockin'." Landry was already storming off before anything more could be added to the statement. Tim couldn't have cared less. In fact, he now had a reprieve from finishing out the hour and a half tutoring session. Maybe Tyra was up for a bit of 'rockin' herself? But when Tim turned to look back at her, she was gone. He contemplated going to follow her, but didn't. It didn't seem worth the trouble. Instead, he just aimed the dismantled pen back at a guy rubbing at his flute case with a damp tissue and shot a spitball right between the two lenses of his thick glasses.
Riggins 3 - Nerds 0
Not binding on any other FNL muses
Word Count | 822
