Bromantic Artist

Dancing at the Gym

My first day at the gym, and it was extremely weird-feeling. "Can we go back please?" I asked Travis with my begging eyes as I tugged his shirt. "Come on! " he pushed back, "We're standing right in front of it! And anyway, you need to get in shape for the girl next door!" Travis said with a cheeky smirk. I had already said that my heart wasn't meant for her but Travis was as stubborn as a donkey, but I have to admit, I did had to get my body back to shape at that time. "A few minutes, just a FEW minutes! ". But in the end, it was like a 30 minute run. "I can't do this anymore!" I said to Travis with my breath unable to catch up fast enough, my clothes soaked with oily liquids excreted from my sore and in-pain body from falling onto the treadmill face-first. "Just do a FEW more punches... " Travis continued to push with his hot breth pumping out of his mouth. If there was somehow a Cowplant here, I swear I would drag Travis to get eaten by it's large mouth. But, he DID say a few more punches, so how could it hurt? I entered the room through it's chocolate-brown doors. It was so suffocating and humid, that I nearly fainted. But the faint sound of a speaker playing a familiar song or sound charged me back up. "Wait, I know that song! " I thought suddenly. I began to bogey down to it alone in the middle of the room. Everyone was watching quietly and some giggling, and Travis was filled with confusion. But after a few moments, he shrugged and joined me doing something embarrassing. We had the most fun of our lives. It was quite odd for Travis to join me doing something weird and embarrassing, but it's great to have Travis as a friend.