Prove You Wrong

Chapter 2: Schedule

 The minute he got home, Alfred bolted upstairs into his bedroom and locked the door. He proceeded to toss his backpack unceremoniously to the dark corner; where it shall lay for all of summer break. He then proceeded to jump in the desk chair and open up his laptop.

The American had been thinking about what the first steps would be to his 'glow up' transformation on the walk home from school. What foods to eat? How much exercise? He soon realized he had no clue. There was no way he was going to ask any friends or family members; they just laugh or be disgusted by him. So, who better to ask than the trusty internet?

"Alright, time for some research." He said to himself as he typed in 'How to lose weight.' There, simple. Tons of articles, blogs, and videos popped up within seconds, he clicked on the first one.

The words 'Bikini Body Workouts' were in bright pink, making him cringe knowing this was intended for women. He quickly went back to the search bar and decided to be a bit more descriptive this time. 'How to lose weight for guys.' Again, within seconds dozens of results showed up. He clicked on one that sounded legit to him. 'Lose Weight in 3 weeks (For Guys).'

The article gave a workout routine to follow for two and a half weeks, four times a week, twice every exercise day. It reported that 2-5 pound weight loss were around the average results, depending on your starting weight.

He looked at exercise routine, eager to start. "All right, I can totally do this!" The blond said with a determined look in his blue eyes. He set his glasses onto the nightstand. then got down on floor and began doing sit ups.

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30 minutes later the teen found himself out of breath, and sweating all over. "Wow...it's only been half a,...a hour and....I'm already worn out this much," the American said as he slowly regained a normal pace of breath. A frown set upon his face; disgusted. "God...I'm so..so...repulsive."

He collapsed face first on his bed. His lungs still ached slightly, but his heart rate seemed to be almost completely back to normal. "If I stick to this...and I will....maybe the workout will get easier to get through..." The blond teen reassured himself. No way was he quitting on the first day; that was way too pathetic.

He stayed that way for a good 10 minutes before getting back up. He took a look around his room and noticed in just how bad of a condition it was in. Soda cans placed in random places, bags of chips and chip crumbs scattered about the floor along with some dirty laundry, etc. It was a real mess.

"Well I guess now's a better time than ever to clean up around here." Alfred said in a disturbed tone. God, what was the last time he cleaned up here? He guessed around a month or two ago. Gross. "It looks like the room of a pig...heh, makes sense once you think about it." Alfred said cynically. He left his room and went back downstairs to the supply closet. "Hey sweetie, you looking for something in there?" Mrs. Jones asked her son. Alfred turn to face his mother momentarily, "looking for the broom and some garbage bags." Mrs. Jones raised an eyebrow, blue eyes confused, "what for?" Alfred gave his mother a 'well, duh' sort of grin. "Gonna clean my room, what else? I swear I'm not going to drag out a body in a garbage bag, Ma." He said jokingly. His mother shook her head, but had on a humorous smirk nonetheless. "That's my boy," the blond woman said as she ruffled Alfred's hair and left to the kitchen.

After finding the supplies, he went back into his room to start the process of sanitizing his room...

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Eventually Alfred finished after what felt like forever. He tied the large, black trash bag into a knot, then slug it over his shoulder. As he opened the door, he almost clashed with his brother, who looked as if he were about to knock on his door. "Oh, excuse me, Al." The violet eyed teen apologized. "No need, bro. When did you get home?" Alfred asked, thinking his brother wouldn't be home from hockey practice yet. The Canadian raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean, eh? I got home around a hour or so ago. It's about to be eight o'clock, Al. I was just gonna tell you mom called you down for dinner." Matthew said. He took a look at his brother, just now noticing the large trash bag he was carrying, "were you cleaning your room?" He asked rhetorically. Alfred nodded, "yeah, I just gonna throw these out. Tell mom I'll be down in a sec, okay?" Matthew compiled before going back downstairs to the kitchen.

The American headed outside, finally taking notice of the darkening sky, to the garbage can in the alleyway. He ran back inside to wash his hands, then to the kitchen. Mrs. Jones smiled at her youngest son, "so, you finished?" Alfred nodded tiredly as he sat down at the table, "Yeah, just did." The woman set a plate in front of Alfred. "Great! Now boys, what your plans for this summer?" The woman asked her two sons. "Nothing new really," Matthew started off softly. "Nonsense! Have you told your brother yet?" Mrs. Jones said excitedly. "Well, no, I was going to at some point today or tomorrow," Matthew said with a shy grin. "Tell me what?" Alfred inserted, confused. "Your brother's been invited to a summer hockey camp! Only a few made it, it's this great!?" Mrs. Jones exclaimed, Alfred's eyes widen. "It's not that big of a deal mom," The shoulder length haired boy said embarrassed. "Oh course it is, my big boy is leaving home for almost two weeks, on his own, to another country!" The mother said. "Mom.." Matthew whined slightly as he shook his head. "Wow, another country? Where to?" Alfred spoke up with a bright smile, his voice slightly cracking at first. "Canada," Matthew said as he faced his brother. "Really, cool!" Alfred forced a smile. Matthew looked skeptically at his brother, "yeah...I'm glad you're taking this better than I expected, h-heh," the violet eyed boy chuckled nervously. "Why would you say that?" Alfred asked, almost dropping his smile. "N-no offense, Al but I just thought..nothing, never mind. I'm glad you're not upset..!" Matthew gave his brother a nervous, yet sincere smile. Alfred decided to drop the subject, besides, he believed he had a pretty good guess, 'it's not like I'll die of loneliness, Matt,' the American thought.

Alfred pushed back his bitter feeling and held his fist up so his brother could fist pump him from across the table. "But I don't see why you decide to go to that year round fridge during the summer! God Mat, your suppose to be the smart one!" Alfred teased, hiding his disappointment with a Hollywood smile. Matthew rolled his eyes, but fist bumped his brother. "When are you leaving?" Alfred asked. "This Sunday actually." The Canadian responded. "What? That soon?" Alfred said, shocked that his brother would be leaving in six days. "Is that okay with you, Al?" Matthew said with a foreboding look. "Huh? Oh, of course, bro! I'm so proud of you!" Alfred said, jokingly mimicking a overly motherly voice. Mrs. Jones shook her head while rolling her eyes. Matthew's cheek turned pink as he sighed in relief.

"Enough about me, what were you planning to do this summer, Al?" Matthew asked.

Alfred smiled with a hidden bitterness, "well, you know me; nothing new, really."

Compared to his brother, Alfred thought, he was just wasting time. Nothing but a slob compared to his brother.

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After dinner, Alfred went back up to his room and began the second workout.

'If I have nothing better to do, than I might as well work this fat off,' he decided.