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4- Goated on the.. sticks.?

Song of the Day: City of Angels- 24kGoldn

"Dude, we need to start working out again." Darryl's comment shocks George out of his daydream. He looks over at his roommate, seeing him poke his slight belly of unused muscles. "We ain't fat, though." He retorts in spite of the thought of even getting up. "Yeah but the muscle is flabbing, it'll look like fat eventually!" Bad comes back at him, receiving a lazy groan from his friend. George flips his head towards his wooden scyth. He guesses so, at least he loves playing with it, it'll give him a minor burn. When he was little, he may have had a small obsession with the grim reaper that lead him into getting lessons. "Wanna go now?"
"Sure."

Arriving at the free campus gym, Darryl set his belongings into a locker, bringing his own lock and key to secure it before heading upstairs towards the punching bags. He pre-wrapped his wrists back at the dorm while George got ready. Grabbing his scythe and duffle, he opens the creaky change room doors and sets it on a bench. As he his applying his own hand and wrist gauzes, his ears twitch to the sound of footsteps approaching him from behind, George decides to not take a thought to it, as it's usually just another student that minds their business. He only manages to wrap up his right hand before feeling a slightly aggressive tap on his shoulder. Flinching inwardly, the brunette turns to look at the apparent molester with a sneer. Don't bother someone getting ready for the gym, that's weird and gross, it's also against the non-spoken  no homo code. Unless they're a teammate, completely different story. "Do you mind?" He snaps. "No, not at all." The greasy looking man laughs, his friend being a copy cat. Sighing, George grabs his training weapon and walks towards the mirror to fix his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. Should have brought the hair band Bad suggested before heading out, his hair really is getting long.

The silence was broken, again. "What the fuck are you, a weeb?" taunts the taller of the two, pointing at his precious training scythe. "Not all weapons are from fiction, idiot, 99% of them are real."
"The fuck did you just call me?"
"So you're deaf and an idiot? Pick a problem sis."

The man reels at him, George only able to block whatever attack was happening by cutting the move short, shoving the stick between them. "Dude, the fuck is your problem?" He yells. How is a college student even getting offended? Thought the deal was that you mind your own business unless it gets in the way of your grades? This man really do be crossing lines, though.

The three boys hear a stall open, and a much taller, definitely stronger looking one over shines the unsuspecting duo. Tight shirt making him seem even bigger if that's possible, the man seems to be pissed off, which is either a good or bad thing, wether this guy will take his or the others' side. If eyes could kill, the whole school would be dead at that point. Hold that thought. Is that Clay? "The hell, a ninja is here now?" That softly golden brown marshmallow type roast ended in him getting shoved against metal lockers, George thinks he sees a new dent in it, his head echoing a bang throughout the silent room. The man lifts a Kali stick and points it towards the other. "Bro we were just joking!" The ugly man scatters off. Green man! George's heart exploded, his totally straight crush was standing in front of him, he needs to calm down. "Thank you, Clay..."
"It's not a problem."
"Are those Kali sticks?" He gasps, Clay raises a brow, "How do you know?"
"My best friend uses those! She's got some cool moves, y'all should train together some time!" George explains excitedly. If Vivi ended up training with him, maybe he could get to know Clay better. His face blushed a light pink.
"Are you okay?" Clay snapped him out of his rambling thoughts, "Uh, yeah, sorry." He blushes brighter. "You use a scythe? I've never seen one in person." He questions, George loves how his eyes sparkle in the fluorescent light.

     After a second of staring that felt like an hour, George giggles, "It's pretty cheesy, huh?" He blushes brightly, he needs to stop blushing but thinking about blushing is making him blush even more than he already is! Maybe George was crazy, but he swears he saw the others cheeks darken slightly as well. Who's he to say, though? He's colourblind for Medusa's sake. "Cheesy?" Green man laughs, "these Kali sticks are cheesy!" They both chuckle, putting away their stuff before resuming their routines.

     Sadly having to turn away from Greeny, he heads over to the treadmill for a warmup.

     George mentally decides that today will be a leg day, which is to help him into getting fit once again. If he did whole body, he'd either pass out, or pass out. No in between. When he was done his legs, he felt his forehead dripping a bit, hair slightly sticking to his face.
      "Georgie!"

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     Clay grimaces under his mask, hearing that woman skipping through the front doors.
     "Georgie!" She sings.

     Clay was slightly jealous, slightly is actually an understatement. She's pretty girl, George is a pretty boy, in conclusion, they must be together. There couldn't possibly be any other way? He notices the sticks she's holding. Kali? What the hell. Thinking back to their short conversation in the change rooms, lips piercing slightly. Didn't George say best friend with the sticks? Then they have to be friends with benefits at the least. He grumbles our loud, stopping abruptly, realizing he did that out loud. The blonde watches them in the corner of his eye as they trained. They both had strong stances, but he could tell they're practicing moves. Meaning they're not aiming for a hard hit, but a strategic one. Clay is almost opposite, he still has strategies, but he does rely on strength quite a bit. He admires them. Their eyes are very focused and observant. But he can't get rid of a pinch in his chest.

      "Hey, the name's Clay, right?" Clay jumps slightly, startled by how close the person who's was. How did he not hear them? "I- Uh, yeah?" He questions, eyebrow raising. It's the girl. She giggles, "Sorry! Didn't mean to scare ya." Clay shrugs, trying to wave off his inner embarrassment.
     "Georgie tells me you use Kali's too! Was wondering if you wanted to join me." She asks with huge smile on her face. Clay glances towards George, spotting him sitting on a bench next the mat they were just on, sipping some water. "Oh, uh, sure." He agrees, the girl seems nice, but he's still a little on edge. "Oh! My bad, mate. The name's Vivian!" She holds out her hand for a shake, Clay timidly accepting. He can't stay mad at the girl.

     They walk to the mats, getting their stance in the middle, raising their weapons. "Train or fight?" She questions. "Train, I guess." In Kali training, it's a lot like Ju-jitsu, take turns with your moves, but not to purposefully injuring the other.

     Within about five minutes, Vivian speaks up, "Are you more on strength or psych?"
     "Strength."
     "Sweet! Wanna trade moves?"

     Clay smiles, she's cooler than he thought. He shouldn't judge so fast, his feelings just got a bit hurt. He feels a little guilty for the thoughts he had on her earlier.

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     Watching the two spar was hypnotizing to say the least. Watching them both progress as they trade, is truly a sight to see. Usually two opposites don't get along at all since they rely so much on what they know. Seeing both strats together? Godlike. He smiles, admiring Clay learning about certain weak points to aim for. He was a little jealous that Vivi got to even touch the man, although her fingers only grazed him to support in his positions and stances. George told Vivi as they were pretty much playing on the mats; about his secret attraction to the blonde. Without a thought, or a chat, she strutted on over to Clay. George wanted to fatally faint as she spoke with him across the gym. He wishes he picked up on Kali instead of scythe when he was wee boy.

In the end, him and Vivi trade numbers. While Clay was looking away, she shot me a smirk saying; 'I got it!". Butterflies flutter within the small mans chest as they head back to their separate dorms. "Vivi, you're so good to me." George coos, clasping his hands together. "Dude, was scared he'd say no or some bull excuse but yes! We got it! Double vanilla swirl with cookie crunch please!" The duo wheeze. "I'll see you tomorrow, buddy!" She skips towards her dorm as George enters his own, excited to tell Darryl the great news. Busting through the door, George yells, "Vivi got Clay's number for me!" Darryl whips his head around, pausing his work. "No way!"

The older boy opens his phone to shoot Vivi a quick text.
'What are u gonna say to him'
'That's the thang... ur gonna talk to em ;)'
'What!?'
'I gave him ur number instead of mine'

George stops breathing and turns his phone towards Bad. Sneaky lil shit. He thought the plan was to train together again. Not straight up give him his number! He blushes madly, heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. "Let's go!" He hears the muffled yell of Darryl through the door.