Divergent sauce

Practice makes perfect

Aimee's pov:
Yesterday was beyond amazing, but now it was time to get to work. I was below the red line, meaning if I didn't step it up, I'd get cut.

I woke up 2 hours early to go train on my own. I punched dummies till my hands were bloody and red. Then I worked on my flexibility. This was really hard but soon id get the hang of it. I just have to keep trying. I believe in myself. I need this.

Luke's pov:
I had a lot of business to take care of since I took yesterday off. I passed by the training room to drop off some papers, expecting nobody to be there. I did I double take when I saw Aimee viciously punching a dummy, sweat and blood dripping off her body.

She wanted this so bad, I admire her dedication. But she has zero body strength (proven when me and Kayla arm wrestled inrl) she needed to use more of her legs. She then bends down, stretching out her muscles horribly incorrectly. I couldn't take this much longer.

I run in to help her. She looks up shocked and somewhat annoyed. "What're you stalking me now?" She laughs, halfway joking. "No I was passing by and saw how bad you were at stretching." I smile. She glares at me "you try then mr flexibility."

I sit beside her, moving her legs in the correct position. She looks up at me with a cheesy smile. "What?" I ask grinning. "You're really annoying." She replies, grinning back.

My smile fades, and I get up "then I'll leave it to you." She believes my sudden act and yells out "fine! You can stay." I smirk and plop back down to help the uncoordinated. She continues to stretch with my guidance and encouragement. I take her small, damaged hands in mine, kissing them softly. "I love you. Never forget that." I mutter against her neck.

Kayla's pov:
I jump up with fear, waking up in a pool of my own sweat. Ashton who seemed to be passed out on the floor, hears the sudden movements, and rushes to my aid. "What's wrong princess?" He asks, pushing back my sweaty hair.

"I h-had a nightmare." I whimper, shaking off the dream of my parents. "Want to tell me about it?" He asks kissing my cheek multiple times. "No. I'm being stupid, but can you just hold me?" I ask looking up at him sadly. He nods his head, taking me into his strong arms, whispering loving and encouraging things. He makes me happy.