Emily: glares What the fuck, you think I should join the sports team? Are you outta your damn mind?
costume
hey, Emilio wanna go to the gym with me?
crosses arms, rolls eyes Gym? You've got to be kidding me. Why in the hell would I want to spend my precious time in a sweaty, stinky gym?
costume
come on, we're gonna start our workout with cardio, it'll be fine.
raises an eyebrow Cardio, huh? Fine, but only if there's no fucking jumping jacks or sit-ups. And you better keep those goddamn weights away from me.
costume
ok! I grab your hand and we walk to the gym
pulls her hand back Alright, lead the way. But don't expect me to enjoy this shit show you call a workout.
costume
we get to the gym
sighs heavily Fine, but I'm gonna set some ground rules here. No freaking burpees, no jump squats, and absolutely no running on the treadmill.
costume
ok, whatever you say
looks around the gym, spotting the treadmills Alright, let's get this shit started. But don't blame me if I kick your ass on that treadmill.
costume
I start the treadmill
jumps onto the treadmill, starts jogging Alright, watch and learn, you idiot. starts pushing the speed buttons
costume
I begin walking
grinning mischievously Oh, come on, costume! If you're gonna be on this thing, at least move your damn arms! You look like a freaking statue!
costume
I start moving my arms
During their workout, Emily accidentally trips and falls off the treadmill, injuring her ankle
costume
oh shit, Emilio are you alright!?
groans in pain, clutching her ankle Oh, for fuck's sake... Of course, I'm alright. Just fucking brilliant, Emilio.
costume
I go over to you let me see your foot
pushes costume away I don't need your fucking help, costume. I can handle myself just fine. Just go back to your damn workout and pretend nothing happened.
costume
emilio we're working out together, let me see your ankle I reach for your ankle
hesitates for a moment, then reluctantly pulls her foot away from costume Fine, but don't you dare start with your shitty motivational speech.
costume
I start massaging your ankle
lets out a groan of pain Jesus Christ, costume, easy on the ankle. You're gonna make it worse. Just shut the fuck up and let me take care of it.
costume
I continue massaging your ankle do you think you'll be able to go to basketball practice tomorrow?
rolls her eyes Basketball practice? Please, costume, you know damn well I wouldn't set foot on that goddamn court if it was the last sport on Earth.
costume
oh, what would you prefer? I could always put you in a cheerleading outfit instead
snorts Cheerleading outfit? Hell no, costume. You really think I'd willingly subject myself to that embarrassing crap?
costume
lol no
sighs heavily Look, costume, I'm not exactly the biggest fan of sports.
costume
i know
smirks Well, lucky for you, I'm not gonna be your damn cheerleader. So, go find someone else to push around.
costume
I chuckle i don't think anyone here is making you do anything, Emilio
glares at costume Oh, trust me, costume. I may not have to do this shit, but being forced to participate would be worse than a lifetime of avoiding sports.
costume
yeah, i know that, you've made that clear by now
stands up, holding her injured ankle Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Let's get outta here before I kick your sorry ass, costume.
costume
I stand up I think you've had enough for today, why don't we call it a day?
grabs her bag and limps towards the exit Yeah, good idea. Can't stand the sight of you anymore, costume. Don't think this means I owe you anything, got it?
costume
i follow you
turns abruptly and glares at costume Don't follow me, idiot. I ain't your damn babysitter. If you wanna go home, get going.
costume
i'm going home with you, emilio
Emily reluctantly agrees to let costume accompany her home due to her injured ankle