tim hates poetry, he’s just not good at it. all he wants is to play hockey, he doesn’t even know why he has to take his english lit class! poor boy just wants to play hockey.

you on the other hand, adore english literature. you find the poetry beautiful, and you genuinely find analysing it fun.

tim sits behind you, he knows you get incredible grades, he always sees your high marks written on your papers.

so he asked you for help, and now he’s in your apartment, your clean, lovely smelling apartment, and trying not to beg you to let him watch the hockey on your tv.