"Bzz bzz" I sleepily reached for my phone on the bedside table. "Bzz bzz" It went off again in my hand, I rubbed my eyes before slowly blinking trying to prepare myself for the bright screen light.
- Hey hey wake up sleepy head! If you want to work out you better get your ass down to Par A Diso Crosssfit. Xaiver passed me on your number, hope you don't mind haha
- Its Seth btw x
I slowly read the texts before I noticed the time, 4 AM! who works out at 4 AM? An absolute madman that's who. I pulled up my blanket, hesitant to get out of bed and replied back. I really didn't want to be pried from my bed just yet, especially since it was Saturday. I'm not even usually asleep at this time but for once I had been able to doze off. I cannot believe Xaiver just gave him my phone number, the lil shit. After all the things I've told him backstage, we will be having words next time I see him.
- Seth, its 4 AM...my bed is comfy and I've only had 2 hours sleep x
I left my phone on my pillow next to me and closed my eyes trying to head off to sleep again. It wasn't long before my phone went off, the screen illuminating the room. I groaned slightly before opening my eyes and checking my phone once more.
- Aww cmon Riss, thought sleep was for the weak. See you there in 30? ;) x
I felt my cheeks heat up just seeing the wink at the end of the text. I don't know how he made me want to get out of bed but he did. I hopped out of my bed and quickly turned on the light and began rushing around trying to find appropriate gym clothes. All my clothes were in my suitcase which I forgot to organise from the last hotel we stopped at. I rummaged through the case throwing clothes all over the room. I grabbed the first pair of shorts and black t-shirt I could see and ran into the bathroom to get ready.
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The taxi slowly began to pull up at the gym. A wave of panic suddenly hitting me. I looked at myself in my phones screen reflection, adjusting my hair and reassuring myself that I didn't look as dead as I felt. I took a deep breath. I quickly paid my driver and hopped out, slinging my bag over my shoulder. The air was crisp and fresh. A little chillier than I expected causing me to shiver and regret leaving my hoodie in the hotel. Staring at the entrance of the gym I questioned if I should go in or wait a little longer so I could prepare myself. The slamming of a car door snapped me out of my thoughts and back to reality. "So you made it after all!" A familiar voice said from behind, I turned around to see Seth heading towards me away from his car.
"Yeah I made it" I giggled awkwardly and fidgeted with my hair. Seth had this ability to turn me into an awkward fool every time I was around him. Taking another deep breath I tried to collect myself before he reached me. "To be honest I'm kind of surprised you showed up, heard it's difficult to pry you from your bed on a weekend" Seth laughed and ruffled my hair as he walked past me and into the gym. I stood there frozen for a second wondering what Xavier actually told Seth about me. "Hey Riss, you coming in or?" Seth questioned with a confused look on his face as he held the door for me. I nodded quickly and followed after him.
The gym was warm and a lot larger than what I imagined from watching Seth's instagram videos. "Make yourself at home a minute while I put us on some tunes" he said rushing off to the other side of the room. I placed my bag down and glanced around. The place was practically dead which is to be expected for 4:30 AM. There were two other people training at the opposite end of hall. I watched them impressed as they lifted some large weights.
The silence of room was broken when backstreet boys - I want it that way blasted out of the speakers followed by Seth yelling "no" as he frustratingly tried to stop the music. The song cut off and was replaced with some heavier music. The two training at the other end of the gym were laughing so much they had to stop and take a break. Seth, now embarrassed, made his way back over to me "...It's a classic ok" he mumbled.
