TW!! abuse, mentions of ed
adriana moreau, a 19 year old living in hawkins has come across the man of her dreams. one could only manifest such a beautiful human being. so was it manifestation? a wish come true? why was this boy popping up everywhere...
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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚. 『lily pads』
mornings aren't my thing. they'll never be my thing. another thing that won't ever be my thing is going to the gym. i'm awesome where i'm at with genetics. "levantate, huevona!" my father says as he pulls my blankets away from my body. i groan and try to pull them back from him. a mini game of tug of war goes on over blankets but he wins me over.
"we're going to the gym. get ready." i toss the blanket over my shoulder and look at him. "no. i don't wanna go." i say. "vas a ir!" he yells. i let out an even louder groan. he leaves my room and slams the door. fuck you, gabriel. he's been taking my dad to the gym and it's gotten him hooked. lain comes into my room and sits on my bed.
she hands me a chocolate covered strawberry. "hey." she says. "hey." i sit up and rub my eyes. "dad making you go to the gym?" i ask. "yeah. all of us have to go." she eats her strawberry and i eat mine. "thanks for this." i smile. "yeah. mom made them." lain is my favorite sister.
although she can be dull most of the times, she's not as bitchy as the rest of my family. ilnet is okay too. he's just really video game addicted, so i barely have time to speak with him. i think lain, luciana, and gabriel got mainly my mother's genes. they're all lighter in complexion with brown hair.
my father is afro-brazilian but he grew up in mexico most of his life, whilst my mother is french and italian. in this house, there is no italian spoken. it's mainly spanish. my father doesn't know much portugese so it's spanish and french depending on which parent we speak to.
my mother is a doctor and my father is a lawyer, so i say we speak mainly spanish because she's only around for a small half of the day. "don't worry. just do what esmeralda and isenia do." lain says as she licks the chocolate off of her fingers. "what do you mean?" i ask. "all they do is hit on the gym rats. i went with them and dad last week while you were heart eyeing over some wonder boy." i told lain about jamie.. she gets it.
she agrees with me on how undeniably beautiful he is. "it was worth it." i smile. "yeah.. anyway, see you." she leaves my room to give me time to shower and get ready. what do you even wear to a gym anyway? my closet contained nothing sportsy. not a pair of leggings nor gym shorts.
i walk to lain's room and ask her for a pair of shorts. "how old are you again? 20?" she asks. "i'm 18. we'll fit." i say. "yeah right." she teases. "here." she hands me a pair of under armor black shorts. "these look tight.." i say. "just try them on." i nod and walk to my room. i stand infront of my mirror and take my pajamas off.
after what my dad did, i think i'll start locking my door. i slide the small shorts onto my body.. oh my god my ass looks lifted. i stare at myself in the mirror and look at myself from the side. oh shoot, i remembered something.. billy goes to the gym everyday.
what if i just.. don't go? what if i just hide? i threw my head back in annoyance and it fell back down, giving me a view of the ground. i guess i'll just have to deal with it. "corale!" my father yells. "I'm almost done!" i yell back. i know he was talking to me. okay.. now shirt? i pick up a cropped hoodie. good enough. i'm not gonna even actually work out.
