Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

T w e n t y S e v e n

T w e n t y S e v e n

D a v e

[noun. Lewis' Personal Trainer]

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A/N: It's going to be a long arse chapter. Yep. 

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- Lewis' View -

That evening, it was a struggle to lug myself to the gym. I was already fatigued from the stream with Duncan, and I could not help but took deep breaths every time he messed up with some of placements in Anno 2017. Whilst we did play, I ignored the little squeals the blonde man reacted to. And fuck me...I was tempted to shout back.

So my little frustrations were planned to be relieved with some effort of working out. In the back of my mind, I was a little hesitant to walk up towards the entrance - finding a familiar face that I had somehow acted idiotic to.

Why did ever I say those things?!

Even Pyrion and Sips were in disbelief when I told them during the Triforce podcast. Those twats began to mock me, leaning into sheer joking that I was actually making it all up.

My mind should really sort itself out...or stop making dick jokes to my personal trainer.

By the time I arrived, my head clicked into reality - tuning out the music from my headphones - when I saw Dave's figure standing by the reception desk. He was talking with another man, a passive expression on his face as I began to saunter over. A little bit, I straightened up - reminding my posture to have improve within a week - before he was just about to catch my eyes.

"Hey, Lewis." Dave turned with a sincere smile. "Glad that you're on time."

I said, "Well, that's me." I restricted the laugh I was about to release, before I could embarrass myself any longer. Somehow Sips' voice reminded it to my in my head. "'Just in time' Lewis..."

Finishing their conversation, he grabbed his duffel bag and the two of us headed over to the changing room. The cold weather did help it sometimes, as the leather jacket and dark grey jumper didn't fully warm me up. After fitting on my shorts, I shoved on a sleeveless shirt, that never even hugged my torso. I eyed myself over the mirror, I sighed and decided to carry on putting my shoes.

We got into the main room immediately, and Dave began going over what we've done for the previous sessions, questioning me on what I've been doing. I only answered back quietly, saying that I did some jogging whenever I wasn't busy.

"That's good," He praised. "But as we're trying to gain some stamina, we'll carry on with the cycling and step ups."

The next half an hour consisted of just going through the circuits route. My trainer and I hopped onto the cycling machines, using the three minute intervals. I pushed the peddles with slight force, gazing down at the front screen as a focus. I remembered the first time I had gone onto this (that was three weeks back), and hell I walked into the office as if I got electrocuted and placed in cold water afterwards.

I felt my calves tense as he told me to peddle a bit faster. My breath hitched and almost then I gulped back the bile and focused more. Pippa's voice, sooner or later, got to my head;

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- This Morning -

It had been a Monday when my Face Time app notified me for a call.

Sitting back once I placed my mug on the coffee table, my fingers ruffled over my messy hair. My living room never seemed too messy, but there were several bills and open letters scattered over the table, the television had a layer of dust, and my efforts on having plants in the flat wasn't working well.