"Hey Kartune, do you have the number for that person we were talking about earlier?"
"No princess sadly I don't have the number. May I assit you in a different way though?"
"Oh shit, sorry I must have the wrong number."
"Don't freight it. And when y...
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𝓥𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓗𝓪𝓱𝓷
Since my schedule was all messed up from my usual day to day schedule I decided to go ahead and go to the gym after Dr. Enzo dismissed me.
After she walked out I quickly caught up to her asking her what she meant about me not having to worry.
But she quickly changed the subject and we went on with our tour. And apparently her makeshift lab/office will be the one across the hall way from mine. But I'm not complaining.
My princess is going to be near me, and this is perfect to see if she'll actually like me for who I am in person and not just who I am over the phone. I've never really been someone to care so much of what someone else thinks of me.
But in this very moment I can't get her eyes out of my head. I mean what's the chance you'll ever meet someone else with the same exact type of heterochromia you have?
I shake the thought out of my head and focus on not locking my legs as I'm doing leg presses. My headphones have noise cancelation and are blaring music straight into.
And even though my music is supposed to be drowning out my thoughts it's not doing a very good job.
I need to make a new playlist. I press up on the plate to put it back where it should rest.
I sigh and grab my water bottle to rehydrate myself and to massage my thighs so I don't get a cramp when I go to stand up.
I take this time to realize just how small I look.
When did my muscles get so small? Didn't I just hit my weight goal though? So why does it still look like I have chân gà nhò. {Vietnamese= Chicken legs}
Sighing I get up leaving my items by the machine as I walk over to grab the spray and wipes to wipe down the machine.
As I'm putting back the spray and throw away the wipes that I just used I hear a voice I know all too well call out my name.
"Victor!" I turn back to the machine and grab my belongings and look up to the source of the voice. "What's up man? You haven't responded to any of my texts or calls?" I look at my phone and see that there were indeed messages, voicemails, and calls that I had missed.
"I'm sorry man I forgot my watch today-" I'm cut off my Eric engulfing me in a hug. I hug him back and pat him on the back knowing I probably accidentally scared the absolute living shit out of him.
He tugs me over to the rack where my gym back lays and tosses it over his shoulder before he tugs me to the elevator.
"Whoa, where are we going? I'm not done with my workout yet?" Which was a slight lie, one that he caught with ease.
