Harry and Cameron both walked into the gym, trying to navigate their way to the class they were supposed to take. When they both saw each other outside the room, they greeted each other happily.
"Hey, what's going on, man?" Harry asked.
"Just dreading this day." Cam replied.
"Well I'm not the one who signed us up for this mess- you are."
"Don't remind me." Cam paused as he looked down and realized something.
"Hey, those are my shorts!" They exclaimed at the same time. They were both wearing a pair of red gym shorts and laughed about it as they walked into the room.
They got a lot of weird looks when they entered the room because of their ridiculous outfits, but neither of them noticed anything. "Oh, I got you a headband so we can match!" Harry remembered excitedly. He pulled out a headband to match the red one he was wearing over his brown hair and handed it to Cameron.
"Oh, thanks bro." Cam said as he grabbed the headband and put it on proudly. That was when Cam finally noticed the weird looks everyone was giving them. "What you looking at?" He questioned, causing everyone to turn away. "People these days, they can just be so rude!" Cam whispered to Harry.
Finally, the gym instructor arrived. "Okay class, today we are going to be doing squats! I am your instructor, Shannon and I'll be helping you all today. Now, the first step to a good squat is your foot placement. Everyone, put your feet a little bit wider that shoulder width apart-" She went on and spoke to them about how to do the squats until she finally let them try it. By the fifth squat, Harry and Cam were already sweating.
"What is this torture?" Cam whined.
"I didn't sign up for this!" Harry followed.
Shannon walked around the room to see everyone's progress when she saw Harry and Cam. "Guys, why are you so sweaty? We just started."
Harry pouted as he replied "Leave me alone."
"Fuck you, this is your job! Of course you're not tired." Cam said.
"Watch it ginger." Shannon warned before leaving them to struggle.
Harry groaned as he bent his knees once again, his face turning redder. "My ass better look SO good when we're done with this."
"Come on, let's do this." Cam encouraged as he looked over at Harry.
"But I can'ttttt" Harry whined. Cam walked over to Harry and gave him a small bro hug to get them to go back to working out.
They were both dripping with sweat while everyone was barely moist, so Shannon let them take a short break. As they were stretching, Harry's shorts started going up a bit. "Um, Harry? Aren't those shorts a little too... short?" Cam questioned.
Harry turned around and gave him a smirk. "That's the way I like 'em."
"I regret asking." Cam mumbled as they got back up and continued working out.
Shannon came back to check on them and went behind Harry. She was obviously checking out his butt as she commented, "Things are looking pretty nice over here."
"Um, hello? His eyes are up there." Cam defended Harry. Shannon walked away, blushing, and Harry thanked Cam.
After what seemed like years, but was actually only minutes, the class was finally over. Cam reached into his bag and tossed Harry a banana. Harry took it and collapsed onto the floor. "Thanks for the nana." He said breathlessly. Harry reached over for his bag and looked through it. "Look what I brought." He said as he threw Cameron a jar of Nutella and a spoon.
"Thanks." Cam replied and lied next to Harry on the gym floor.
They started eating their snacks when some guy walked up to them. "Why the fuck are you guys laying in the middle of the gym?" He asked.
Harry waved him off as he asked Cam, "Cam, can you take this one?"
"Let us die in peace." Cam said.
"Wierdos." The guy remarked and walked away. Harry and Cam clinked their Nutella and half eaten banana in victory and continued laying there.
"We are never doing this again." Harry said.
"Agreed."
"So, ice cream?"
"I just had Nutella."
"So?"
"You're right, let's go get diabetes."
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