Gym Bunnies

[parkerjames]

"What will it take for me to make you see...I'm not your enemy."

Today had been a pretty boring day. Crestview was a crazy school, too. Sure, it was more normal than Winterthorne but these girls were a whole new kind of strange. Students here were so uptight and reserved. He wasn't used to people like that.

Parker sighed as he began to break into a small sweat on the treadmill. He was extremely out of shape now. There was nowhere he felt comfortable going for his daily run. Everywhere he turned there were girls giving him evil glares! Honestly, it wasn't as if it was his choice in coming here. At least he felt safe here.

His legs were pounding the treadmill with increased determination. Parker was not about to let himself get fat. That was probably one of the most horrifying thoughts that could possibly cross his mind. It was bad enough that he swore his jeans were fitting a bit snug. He swore to himself that he would be here twice a day for at least two weeks to make up for it.

What was his problem? When there was drama and chaos all the time he just prayed for a sense of normal life. He got exactly what he had wished for but now missed the way things used to be. Everything seemed to much different now. People were acting funny because of the change. This was just as much of a type of hell. Would he ever be satisfied? The thought scared him and the muscles in his mouth twitched to form a frown.

Parker didn't want to think about anything like that. All he wanted was to be happy. That seemed like it was an impossible task no matter where he went. Was he broken somehow? What if he was never able to appreciate normality? That last thought scared him and he couldn't shake it. Fear was evident upon his face. He was so absorbed in his footsteps and thoughts that he hadn't even heard that someone else was now in the room with him.....

[Asher Harris]

Come on,
abuse me more.
I like it.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Asher swore as he rounded a corner that looked exactly the same as the last twelve corners he had turned, and led onto yet another corridor like the one he had just left. He was lost. "Fuck!"

Angrily, Asher sent a flying kick (okay, it was really just a normal kick, but hush) at the nearest door, causing it to crash open before his awesomeness him. Everything was so damn screwed up lately. The over population of the girls which left him with no foxy boy eye candy. The disappearance of all of his friends (yeah, all three of them). And the fact that Trent's disappearance was resulting in him gettin' no lovin'. Definitely screwed up.

Dragging himself out of his thoughts, it took Asher a moment to realise that he was no longer in a corridor. He was now in a room that was filled with painted black metal shapes that would have been completely alien to him had he not seen them on television. He had somehow ended up in the gym. How did that happen?! Oh yeah, he was lost. Duh.

Almost timidly, Asher moved through the room. He could hear the low, annoying 'merr' of a machine working somewhere to his right, so he automatically moved that way. If there was someone in here, then they could instruct him as to how he could get back to the dorms. If there wasn't someone there-- well, at least he get to find out what the hell the annoying 'merr' noise was.

A second later he was within sight of the... wait, he knew this one... it was... a... oh screw it. It was just a running machine thingamabob. It didn't actually matter what it was called. Anywho, running on the running maching thingamabob was none of then Slutty McWhoreface. More commonly known as Parker James.

"Hey, Fatty. Realised it's easier to whore yourself out when you're not a porker, ey?" Wait, wasn't he supposed to be asking for help? Whoops! Guess it was too late for that now though.

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[parkerjames]

I saw him standing there in the parking lot. He asked if I came here a lot. This is how I responded. I forgot my name. I forgot my telephone number.

Running had never felt so good! There was some unusual glow radiating from Parker's skin. He smiled and pushed himself a little harder. This school wasn't going to be the reason he would lose his figure. Suddenly, he was feeling as if he just set foot on the sun. He must already started getting out of shape already. What a disaster!

Parker stared down at the treadmill settings. Red flashing lights displayed the time at only thirty-five minutes and fifteen seconds! He frowned a little, but shook his head and kept his pace up. What he forgot was that he was wearing his warm work out clothes he was used to wearing back at Winterthorne because it was so cold all the time. He looked down and stepped off the machine for a minute. Today he wore his running shorts under his heavy pants. Quickly, he slipped out of his pants and pulled off his white shirt, so he was left in only his running shorts. Now he felt much more comfortable and his temperature regulated once more.

He was so absorbed in his running that he didn't hear the door crash open. Parker grabbed the bottle of water that was contained in the cup holder on the machine. Taking a drink, he looked at the numbers again. Ugh! He had only been running for forty minutes and he was already getting tired! This really was depressing for him. Runs at Winterthorne were a good hour daily. Something in the distance caught his eye. It appeared to be a shadow. Creepy.

Parker turned and glanced in the direction of the blurry figure. Oh! His face twisted as he noticed who it was. Asher was standing across the room looking at all the gym equipment as if he had never seen a gym before. That kid was incredibly skinny, so maybe he just starved and didn't exercise. He knew people like that. Smiling, he kept an eye out as the other boy approached. Asher was about to say something mean in 5....4.....3....2.....1.....

Bingo! Parker didn't know what to do besides smile and wink. He knew that trying to hit him where it hurt would only ruin things further. That's not at all what he wanted. If he was going to reach some common ground with Asher he was going to have to remain as friendly as possible. "It's nice to see you too, Asher." Parker chuckled and paused for a moment before he continued. "I do this for my own personal satisfaction actually." He noticed the other boy seemed out of place and uncomfortable, so he stepped off the machine and grabbed his towel, and rubbed it over his face. When he was done he tossed it aside. "What brings you here to the gym? Planning to work out?" He grinned and arched his eyebrows at the other boy.

Who cared if he was coming off as hitting on Asher? He already had his formed opinions of Parker. You couldn't blame a boy for being horny, or friendly, could you?

[Asher Harris]

I got so mad.
And said things that later I would regret.
And regret and regret.

Standing before Parker, Asher felt incredibly overdressed. That wasn't surprising though, considering the fact that Parker was practically naked. Well, he had running shorts or whatever on, but still. They hardly counted. He may as well have not been wearing them. He could just imagine him now sliding them down over his--

Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa! What the hell was he thinking?! It was true that he hadn't been getting any action at all lately. But this was Parker! He wasn't allowed to look at Parker that way. Even if he did look kinda sexy right now in his near nakedness. With the sweat running over his body. Making it glimmer slightly under the lights. And his muscle rippl--

STOP THAT! NOW!

Asher glared angrily. Parker would probably interpret that look as irritation at him blowing off what he had said so casually. Really though, it was more just him being annoyed with himself for looking at Parker that way. Damn it. He needed to go get laid. Soon.

Pushing his hair back across his forehead, Asher tried to avoid making eye contact with the other boy. Doing so now might cause a blush or something else just as unforgiveable. Then what might Parker think? He shuddered at the thought.

"Huh? Me? Work out?" He shot Parker a puzzled look, but only his gaze hit the other boy for a second before shifting them back to the wall behind him (Oh, hey! Look a signed pic of Mike Tyson!). "Not likely."

He froze for a second, wondering how he could possibly get back to his normal non-awkward self. A moment later he had the answer. "I was actually trying to find my way to the dorms. But I'm guessing someone with as small a brain as you would be no help there." There we go, that felt normal enough.

Unable to help himself, Asher smiled.

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[sebastian simmons]

Sebastian had been slacking off lately. He didn't bother checking if Crestview had a gym for him to continue his routines. But once he started to swim often at the lake, he remembered that he had a body to upkeep, and with some directions from a teacher, off he went. Sebastian had been there for about two hours now, silently running or lifting or just exerting his muscles, not knowing if anybody else was in the room, nor caring. He had music blasting in his ears, mp3 player on shuffle, but now it was annoying him. So were weights and push-ups and sit-ups. He was up to his limits in arm strength, and the music was giving him a headache.

Shirtless, in baggy shorts, hair floating around him as usual, and with a light layer of perspiration covering him, Sebastian made his way back to the treadmills. His arms were aching, but he was going to run until his legs were going through hell, too. He had to make up for time lost. Plus, what better way to clear the head than to take a run? Yes, going outside was better, but it was too cold these days, and running when you were bundled up made it that much more labor.

This time, when Sebastian arrived, there were other people. Two of them. The one on a treadmill was Parker, who Sebastian considered somewhat of a friend, and Asher, who he had only talked to once or twice. Regardless, he got on the treadmill, started up the machine, and began to run. Only then did he smile and acknowledge the presence of the two others. "Hello," Sebastian simply said. A universal greeting, not opening any conversation, but polite enough to pass by safely.

He was well aware of Parker's sexual preference and had no clue about Asher's, but it didn't matter as long as they didn't...DO anything. Most of the girls in the school told him that his hair was amazing, and Kjara once told him that he had a great face, but nobody seemed really interested in his look. As for the males, Corey said he liked Sebastian's hair and Joe said it was gay. But that could easily be just Joe. As for everybody else in the school, who knows. Maybe today he would find out.

At least his flat stomach and semi-muscular chest and arms would get some appreciation?