Intertwining Bullets

Chapter 3

"Can we go home yet? " Karl whined for the umpteenth time.

George's eye twitched with annoyance as he threw another punch at the worn punching bag. "No, for the one millionth time! " he said, steadying the punching bag. If Karl asked one more time, George swore he was gonna use him as the punching bag.

Karl sighed and laid against the bench he was sitting on, watching George train. He cancelled his date night with Nick for this. "George, you're supposed to be resting, not take out your frustration on that poor bag, " Karl said to no one in particular, knowing George wouldn't listen.

George just ignored it and practiced his kicks, the only sounds being the thud of the punching bag and George's heavy breathing. He had to train, had to be better than Dream. No matter what.

The bead formed on his forehead, streaming down his face, his hair plastered onto his face. He stopped to grab a drink of water, catching his breath, his chest heaving.

He glanced at the time: "5:02". He sighed, perhaps it was time to stop. Besides, he still had his daily shift to do, he couldn't show up to work drained and sore. "Alright, " George relented, turning to Karl, "we can head home to clean up and get breakfast. "

Karl, while he wanted actual sleep, accepted the offer and collected their things while George dabbed off the sweat that had collected on his body. George went to grab the car keys but Karl snatched them. "I don't think so, hit the showers, I'm not being trapped in a car with you being sweaty and smelly. " He said, pointing his finger at him like George was a child.

George rolled his eyes but grabbed his spare change of clothes and a towel before heading to the shower room.

He stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind him. The shower was hot, steaming against the cool tile. He sighed as the water ran over this tense muscles, the tension uncoiling under the water.

He washed his hair, scrubbing vigorously before letting the soap run down the drain.

George shut the shower off, the sudden silence a bit off putting as he grabbed his towel and dried himself off. He slipped into his clothes and threw his towel into the laundry basket of the laundry room.

Karl was waiting by the car, humming to himself. He looked up as George approached, "finally, took you long enough," He commented.

George slid into the car, starting the engine as he buckled in. Karl turned on the radio, a random pop song being the first pick.

The two were quiet as they drove home, Karl peacefully napping as George drove. Of course, George was not peacefully driving because Karl snored like a steam boat.

George rolled down the passenger window, the sudden wind whipping around Karl's hair, jolting him awake. "Hey, what was that for! " Karl exclaimed in surprise and annoyance.

"I got tired of hearing you snore, " George replied truthfully.

"Dickhead," Karl huffed, crossing his arms.

George shrugged and rolled up the window, continuing the quiet drive. At least he wasn't snoring anymore.

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Hi my lovelies, I know the past two or so chapters have been a bit boring but I promise that the next chapter will not be, anyways I hope you guys have a wonderful day/night ❤