05-13-2018, 10:35 PM
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Elias was never up this early. Never. Why? Because he opened the bar at 11:00 and that meant that he could sleep in until at least ten. However, today was a little different. Today, he was going to go jogging. Elias was... never the athletic guy. He played for his town's junior ice hockey team until he was twelve or so, but that was really the extent of it. He had broken his shoulder one too many times, and after the accident, he had quit sports altogether. The rest of his middle school years were pretty uneventful, though in high school, he had started to involve himself in small after-school clubs. Even then, none of them involved sports. Eli never saw himself participating in anything athletic again. You'd never know it, though, considering that he was in pretty good shape. Not extremely good, but not bad, either. He had pretty good metabolism... for the moment. Who knew, though? Maybe he'd start putting on some pounds in a few years.
It wasn't like he had just thought of doing this on his own. No way. He had actually been coaxed into doing it by none other than Bianca. She was nice enough to consider a friendly acquaintance — perhaps even a friend in itself — and she had somehow convinced him to go running with her this one time. Only once, he thought to himself. Besides, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. His old hockey coach had made the boys run laps around the field as a warmup, so Elias was pretty confident that he could stand cardiac exercise.
Unlike Bianca, Elias wasn't exactly dressed for exercise. He didn't really have a reason to have those types of clothes, right? He did the best he could, though — dirty Converse sneakers, black shorts, and a plain gray t-shirt. Good enough for him. He was outside by 5:03; a little over the exact time, but he didn't really care. His eyes landed on Bianca, who looked like she was ready to run an entire triathlon or something. "Ey." He quickly greeted, taking his hands out of his pockets. Elias walked forward and asked, "So, how far are we running, again?" Hopefully not too far. He wasn't sure how much he could handle.
Elias was never up this early. Never. Why? Because he opened the bar at 11:00 and that meant that he could sleep in until at least ten. However, today was a little different. Today, he was going to go jogging. Elias was... never the athletic guy. He played for his town's junior ice hockey team until he was twelve or so, but that was really the extent of it. He had broken his shoulder one too many times, and after the accident, he had quit sports altogether. The rest of his middle school years were pretty uneventful, though in high school, he had started to involve himself in small after-school clubs. Even then, none of them involved sports. Eli never saw himself participating in anything athletic again. You'd never know it, though, considering that he was in pretty good shape. Not extremely good, but not bad, either. He had pretty good metabolism... for the moment. Who knew, though? Maybe he'd start putting on some pounds in a few years.
It wasn't like he had just thought of doing this on his own. No way. He had actually been coaxed into doing it by none other than Bianca. She was nice enough to consider a friendly acquaintance — perhaps even a friend in itself — and she had somehow convinced him to go running with her this one time. Only once, he thought to himself. Besides, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. His old hockey coach had made the boys run laps around the field as a warmup, so Elias was pretty confident that he could stand cardiac exercise.
Unlike Bianca, Elias wasn't exactly dressed for exercise. He didn't really have a reason to have those types of clothes, right? He did the best he could, though — dirty Converse sneakers, black shorts, and a plain gray t-shirt. Good enough for him. He was outside by 5:03; a little over the exact time, but he didn't really care. His eyes landed on Bianca, who looked like she was ready to run an entire triathlon or something. "Ey." He quickly greeted, taking his hands out of his pockets. Elias walked forward and asked, "So, how far are we running, again?" Hopefully not too far. He wasn't sure how much he could handle.
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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