We Belong Together

Chapter 1

[Mariah's Perspective]

Halfheartedly I pulled my blonde hair together in a messy thing people would usually call a hair bun,but mine looked not nearly that perfect. "Wow,500 hours beauty school and then this...",I thought with a sigh. A few strands of hair fell into my rather round formed face and I brushed them away,to add some mascara on my lashes. Of course I didn't want to look shitty for my first training session with my new personal trainer. I had no clue how he looked like or who he was. But my manager hired him,so I'll see. Finally I applied some lipgloss and looked for a moment directly into my reflection. My brown eyes were surrounded by dark full lashes and my cheekbones were covered with a little bit of rouge. My sight moved from my face to my upper body. I wore a black tight tank-top,while my long legs were partially  covered by a light-gray sweatpants. I had to admit,that this outfit was not my favorite but it was cozy and probably practical for sports. I turned around to open the door of my big marble bathroom and went into my room. It was spacious and looked expensive. In the middle of the room stood my extra large 2,50m bed,beside that,a tall cupboard made of real wood and on top of it a porcelain fitted vase of antique shape with a lid and two high handles stands on square plinth with antique gold ornament. I walked through my room and went downstairs my penthouse in New York to the fitness studio. I knew he was waiting there for me. Well I have to admit that I was a little exited. It was not the first time that someone new came into my life,but every time I hope it's someone who's gonna be an enrichment for me.

My penthouse was very big,so it took one minute until I arrived in front of my fitness studio. As I bended around the corner my heart was about jumping right out of my throat. My new trainer was waiting for me. He stood there and was checking me out. I knew trainers are usually hot,but I not expected he was that hot. I first focused on his face. His eyes were dark blue,one could mistake them on the first sight with brown eyes. His face had craggy features and rather strong lines. The hair was dark brown, nearly black and short. Of course his body was muscular and trained. John's skin was tanned and he looked quite tall. With a quick smile I tried to deny my nervousness and walked up to him. "As you probably know,I'm your new personal trainer. John Lancaster.",he introduced himself with a soothing,deep voice. "And as you probably know,Mariah Carey.",I replied with a joking undertone and saw a hint of a smile on his rather full lips. His strong arms were crossed. "I must warn you,Mariah: I never trained a Diva,so let's see what turns out." With these words,he opened the door for me to the fitness studio and I walked in with a amused grin on my face. Most of the room was blue,gray and white. The right corner was filled with a cupboard of weights. A few treadmills took place in front of the long window glass which was spreading its self until the corners. Through the glass you had a charming view of the city. I had to admit that I exaggerated in that connection to build my fitness studio that wonderful,but there had to be something that distracted me from the 'hard' training. John appeared beside me,looking at the view. "I haven't expected that.",he said and his eyebrows raised. "Well,now that you're my trainer you always have to expect something like this." "I understand.",he replied with a amused sparkle in his deep blue eyes. There was a water bottle on top of a small white desk beside the door. "If you need to drink something between the exercises,tell me.",he mentioned only in passing. "So let's begin."

We warmed up for 30 minutes and after that I was out of breath for a minute. I took my water bottle,opened it and drank out of it. I was relieved as the cold liquid ran down my thirsty throat. John watched me patiently. Wow,do am I really that unsportsmanlike? Yes. But his expression of suggest was telling me nothing. "We go ahead with a Leg Deadlift.",he said and gave a nod to one of the bright blue fitness mats. I walked to it,not feeling motivated to do sports. I had many trainers in my life,but I never did that exercise. "So how does this work?" "At first you need a pair of Dumbbells.",John replied and grabbed some out of the cupboard. He pressed them into my hands. The weight was not that heavier,but heavier than I expected. "Okay so you have to stand on your left foot. Lift your right foot behind you and bend your knee so your right lower leg is parallel to the floor.",he explained. I followed his instructions and lifted my right leg up. "Good now bend forward at your hips and slowly lower your body as far as you can." So I did everything he said,having problem to lower my body. I noticed how I lost my balance,ready to fall on to floor but John wrapped his arms around me and prevented my fall. "As you come up,think about using your glutes to push your hips forward instead of lifting from the back. So try again.",he explained and I felt his hands whiling on my upper body. My heart was pounding a bit faster now and I did the same things again,remembering the tips he just gave me. It got better,if I would ignore the fact that he was the one giving me balance. After a while he slowly moved his hands away from my body and I stood on my own. "Good.",he mumbled and smiled his crooked smile.

After the training we both went outside the fitness studio. "So we're gonna meet in a few days again.",John affirmed and stopped. "I can't promise,that I'll get better until then.",I said with a grin on my face,looking up to him for a while. I don't know what it was,but looking into his eyes felt like swimming in an endless ocean. His voice interrupted my train of thoughts. John smiled. "And I can't promise that the training gets easier. You just can hope to survive." "I'll try my best,John.",I replied while I slowly walked away from him,upstairs secretly waiting for the days of trainings to come fast.