more than people who were on the sidelines watching, but two people telling me pretty much the same thing in the same day was enough to shake even my confidence. So I did do my best to put Troy out of my mind, and trusted G to get me drunk and stay sober enough to see me home.
*~*~*
"Come on sleepyhead. It's time to stretch those old bones and head to the gym." I felt the covers sliding over my bare ass and grumbled something indistinguishable at my friend Noah's annoying voice.
"It's not that I don't appreciate that body but up you go, ex pro hockey player! Don't make me use extreme measures," he sing-songed and I moaned in pain.
"That's what you get when you drink without me. Now up! I have to maintain this body if I don't want to collapse during my next concert and you're my trainer. Get up!" He yelled and I pushed myself out of the bed, as I rubbed my eyes.
"Go take care of that," I squinted at him and saw him pointing at my crotch and the half-awake cock, "And shower. I'll find something for you to wear."
"You're way too casual about my naked body. Zach should kick your ass," I grumbled as I crossed the distance to the bathroom.
"Please, bitch. He knows I like to look and have him fuck it out of me." Groaning at his words I slammed the door shut and climbed into the shower.
"Here's some water and Advil, and I've made some eggs." He pushed it at me as I got out of shower.
"I don't think I can stomach eggs," I mumbled as I drained the water bottle.
"You know they're good for you, and since you're skipping workout to order me around, you'll eat something and nurse more water." Noah gave me my clothes and left for the kitchen.
Sometimes it was like having my mother hovering over my head. But he'd probably called a couple of times and gotten worried when I didn't answer my phone. Not that I had any idea where my phone even was.
Despite my bitching, I ate with him and I drank more water, and by the time we got to the gym I felt like I could even manage a light workout. Every once in a while I went through the paces with Noah, to help him stay in shape and keep his body, something I figured he gave too much importance to. But then again, Noah had always been somewhat vain and I loved him despite of it.
"So what had you drinking in the middle of the week?" He eventually asked as he lifted weights.
"I didn't have kids today," I said absentmindedly, watching him in case he hurt himself.
"That's bullshit and you know it." He grunted as he lifted.
"Fine. My date went to shit and Troy hasn't been answering my phone calls or texts." I pulled up the weight and pointed him at the track.
"Don't you think it's time to just let the guy go?" He turned and looked me in the eye as he spoke.
"It might be," I reluctantly admitted.
"Good. While I do support the attitude of never giving up on someone and trying your best to get what you want, at this point he's either interested or he isn't. You can't force him to like you or date you." A guy caught Noah's attention and asked for an autograph. I looked around us and waved to one of the trainers. We paid good money not to be disturbed in that particular gym and while there were guys who recognized even me, they never approached us, since it was pretty much against the rules unless we were on our way in or out of the gym. Noah still signed, barely paying any attention, he was so used to it. But the moment he was done, the trainer took the guy aside and explained.
"You're right. I do have to make my peace with it. I have no idea why I'm even so stuck on Troy. It's driving me insane and that's not like me."
"Everyone falls eventually. You've just had the bad luck of falling for the wrong guy. Don't worry, there is someone for you out there. You gonna run, too?" he asked as he set the track.
"I might as well. It might clear my mind." I climbed up to the one next to him.
"That's the spirit." Noah grinned at me before focusing forward and running.
Chapter Seven
Troy
Time dragged
*~*~*
"Come on sleepyhead. It's time to stretch those old bones and head to the gym." I felt the covers sliding over my bare ass and grumbled something indistinguishable at my friend Noah's annoying voice.
"It's not that I don't appreciate that body but up you go, ex pro hockey player! Don't make me use extreme measures," he sing-songed and I moaned in pain.
"That's what you get when you drink without me. Now up! I have to maintain this body if I don't want to collapse during my next concert and you're my trainer. Get up!" He yelled and I pushed myself out of the bed, as I rubbed my eyes.
"Go take care of that," I squinted at him and saw him pointing at my crotch and the half-awake cock, "And shower. I'll find something for you to wear."
"You're way too casual about my naked body. Zach should kick your ass," I grumbled as I crossed the distance to the bathroom.
"Please, bitch. He knows I like to look and have him fuck it out of me." Groaning at his words I slammed the door shut and climbed into the shower.
"Here's some water and Advil, and I've made some eggs." He pushed it at me as I got out of shower.
"I don't think I can stomach eggs," I mumbled as I drained the water bottle.
"You know they're good for you, and since you're skipping workout to order me around, you'll eat something and nurse more water." Noah gave me my clothes and left for the kitchen.
Sometimes it was like having my mother hovering over my head. But he'd probably called a couple of times and gotten worried when I didn't answer my phone. Not that I had any idea where my phone even was.
Despite my bitching, I ate with him and I drank more water, and by the time we got to the gym I felt like I could even manage a light workout. Every once in a while I went through the paces with Noah, to help him stay in shape and keep his body, something I figured he gave too much importance to. But then again, Noah had always been somewhat vain and I loved him despite of it.
"So what had you drinking in the middle of the week?" He eventually asked as he lifted weights.
"I didn't have kids today," I said absentmindedly, watching him in case he hurt himself.
"That's bullshit and you know it." He grunted as he lifted.
"Fine. My date went to shit and Troy hasn't been answering my phone calls or texts." I pulled up the weight and pointed him at the track.
"Don't you think it's time to just let the guy go?" He turned and looked me in the eye as he spoke.
"It might be," I reluctantly admitted.
"Good. While I do support the attitude of never giving up on someone and trying your best to get what you want, at this point he's either interested or he isn't. You can't force him to like you or date you." A guy caught Noah's attention and asked for an autograph. I looked around us and waved to one of the trainers. We paid good money not to be disturbed in that particular gym and while there were guys who recognized even me, they never approached us, since it was pretty much against the rules unless we were on our way in or out of the gym. Noah still signed, barely paying any attention, he was so used to it. But the moment he was done, the trainer took the guy aside and explained.
"You're right. I do have to make my peace with it. I have no idea why I'm even so stuck on Troy. It's driving me insane and that's not like me."
"Everyone falls eventually. You've just had the bad luck of falling for the wrong guy. Don't worry, there is someone for you out there. You gonna run, too?" he asked as he set the track.
"I might as well. It might clear my mind." I climbed up to the one next to him.
"That's the spirit." Noah grinned at me before focusing forward and running.
Chapter Seven
Troy
Time dragged
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