"I changed myself for you, to be the ideal man for you. To hold you close and make love to you like I've always wanted."
In which the joke of the school blooms into a beautiful man in the blink of an eye, all due to one girl who helped him recover f...
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"Ughhnnn Y/n I caaaan't,"
"Oh what the hell Mirey it's not that bad." You pant slightly as you attempt to fire up Mirey who's clearly struggling on the treadmill, all whilst lifting 8-pound weights.
"You know, the way you got into—" Mirey pauses to breathe, or rather, inhale, "—working out and stuck with it is such a mystery. I mean I know i- it paid off and everything but hOwwww." She exhaled on the how.
"You just gotta keep pushing, come on now you got two minutes left." You said rather quickly in order to focus on your breathing.
Ever since senior year of high school you made it a goal for yourself to pursue a healthier lifestyle. The body image you had of yourself during your teen years was starting to seriously affect you mental health negatively. Your grades were slipping and you were getting bullied. Then Bulimia came around end of sophomore year and, well, shit got worse to say the least.
"T- this is the longest minute of my damn life." You glanced at Mirey and saw her completely covered in sweat, literally head to toe—well, ankle, considering you couldn't see inside her sneakers. Mirey doesn't necessarily exercise, but she does eat relatively healthy so she's always had a great body. Then out of thin air she came up to you all motivated in her sports bra and shorts, practically dragging you from your apartment to the gym.
"You can do it keep going." You said as you put down the weights, not particularly paying much attention to dying Mirey on your left. Looking like a tomato, she finally—
"Finished!" Mirey gasped, aggressively pressing the red button to stop the deadly machine. Within seconds she was lying on the treadmill, looking like she was having a cuddling session with it as she had her arms spread above her head.
"God...forbid I...ever get on this...thing again." She panted, taking a breath between every couple of words. "H- How do you do this shit?"
"I mean, it's still hard as hell but I guess I somewhat got used to it," You replied, wiping some of the sweat off your bare face with a towel. "here." You hand Mirey her water bottle.
"Ugh thanks." Mirey groans as she pulls her self up to a sitting position on the treadmill and you crisscross apple sauce next to her, now drinking from your own water bottle.
"Aw man, I forgot about this bullshit." You sigh as you see a reminder notification on your phone lock screen. "There's an exam tomorrow."
"Pfft have fun with that. You just had to be a health major. Any type of scientific shit is torture sis, clearly you didn't get the memo." Mirey bluntly said, taking a sip of her water as she kept the I told you so expression.
