Luke laid on the ground, heavily breathing as Michael continued doing sit-ups beside him.
"Luke, keep going!" Michael said, and Luke rolled on his side.
"You're a personal trainer. It's easier for you. I've done enough." Luke sighed, feeling his abdomen cramp up.
"You keep saying you wanna get fit but you take a break every five seconds." Michael said, looking at Luke who was still laying down.
"Get up." Michael said, so Luke stood up with him and picked up two dumbbells.
"Lift to the beat of the song and if you stop you're going to start over. You'll go for one minute." Michael said as he started a paramore song.
"Michael I can't. They're too heavy." Luke whined.
"Luke this is nothing. They're 30 pounds." Michael said and Luke frowned as he looked down.
"30 pounds each.." Luke whispered.
"Do it anyway. Stop making excuses." Michael told him, and Luke pulled up the weights with a lot of struggle.
He watched Michael do it easily.
He sighed and sat the weights down. "I wanna do something else."
Michael sighed, and stopped the song.
"If you keep acting like this you're never gonna get in shape, Luke."
"Like what? Tired because we've been doing this for an hour?" He said sarcastically.
"No. You keep making excuses and you're being lazy. Quit whining about everything." Michael said, and Luke watched as Michael lifted heavy weights all by himself. His muscles looked so good and he was so strong.
Luke asked Michael to help him with his fitness, but he thought Michael would give him a little break since they're boyfriends. He thought he would be nicer.
"What do I do next?" Luke whispered.
"Go run." Michael mumbled and Luke walked over to the treadmill.
He glanced over into the big mirror Michael bought for their at-home gym.
He hates himself.
His eyes filled up with tears as he looked back over to Michael who has no problem with his fitness. He could do it all.
He stepped on the treadmill and started walking, listening to the song Michael was playing.
"Why the hell are you walking?! Pick up the speed!" Michael yelled, so Luke whimpered, cranking up the speed.
After a few minutes, he turned it off, his eyes blurry with tears.
He sat on the bench and dried his eyes with a towel. He didn't want Michael to see.
He walked over to the scale, and frowned at the number.
Michael is so into personal fitness. He looks so good, and he's so healthy. He might not have rock hard abs or anything but he's so strong and full of energy all of the time. Luke is lucky if he wakes up before noon.
"You have ten minutes left running until we-"
"I'm done, today." Luke told him.
"Whatever, Luke." Michael sighed.
"I just don't want to." Luke said softly.
"Luke, I'm not gonna keep trying to help you if you're not gonna take this seriously." Michael sighed.
"I've been doing this for a long time and my workouts aren't working at all." Luke told him.
"Your workout isn't working because you're not doing it." Michael said, looking over at Luke. "You always complain about how you look, but you never do anything about it."
Luke frowned and looked down at his lap.
Luke stood up, and got back on the treadmill, turning up the speed.
Michael sighed as he looked at Luke. He looked so defeated.
Michael walked over and gradually turned the speed down for him until it stopped.
"You can go take a shower." Michael said, and Luke shook his head.
"Cmon. We're done for the day." Michael said, and Luke shook his head again.
"I'm sorry for being so tough on you, but that's the only way I can get you to do it." Michael said.
"Yeah, but it's easy for you. You're not fat." Luke whispered, walking away from Michael.
"Luke, don't you dare say that." Michael said, and pulled his hand back.
"You're so fit, and i know you want me to look good too. I hate working out with you because I feel so ugly and weak." Luke cried, finally letting a tear escape.
"Luke.." Michael whispered, not knowing what to say.
"Every time I work out I do it for you. I want you to think I'm pretty. I wanna be smaller."
"You're already the prettiest guy in the world. Luke you're in no way fat. You look so good Luke, but it's not about looking good. It's about feeling good. I take your health seriously but when you work out, don't you dare do it for me. Do it for you. I already think you're hot as hell. No amount of working out will ever change that."
"I just... I don't like myself at all." Luke whispered, wiping his eyes.
"Work for a better you, Luke. Do it for yourself." Michael told him, hugging him tightly.
"You think I look okay?" Luke whispered for reassurance.
"I think you look beautiful."
