Sport

Your >usual activity< is doing sport. You may not look like a typical athlete, but you spend a lot of time in fitness studios, on sport fields and on events. In the past you have been part of several sport teams. Some from school, some in private. And you gained a lot of awards and fame. Being strong, slender and a top athlete also improved your chances with girls. There were times when you could basically pick anyone to be your girlfriend. Even the girls team captains and the head cheerleader.

Julian on the other hand had some trouble keeping up with you. He is not as strong or fit as you. But he knows, spending time with you is his best chance to improve. Julian is constantly casing girls and trying to make dates. He always wanted to be in your situation, but he had not enough patience or endurance to do all the necessary training. Still, he profits from your popularity. Being the best friend of the school’s top athlete brought him some girlfriends. And in a few cases, you had pulled some strings without telling him.

“Yes, we are,” you reply happy and take a cup of coffee, “we are going to the fitness studio and do some work out together. I hope he can focus on his own training instead of the girls next to us.”

“My clairvoyant powers never let me down,” your mother jokes and smirks, “I know you are best friends and I’m glad you enjoy staying strong and healthy. Really, I’m glad for every day you don’t have to show up at my hospital. But I can’t say I like Julian’s … questionable way to look at women. Do me a favor and keep him busy. Even if he gasps for air.”

You nod slightly and promise to kick his ass before finishing breakfast. You also talk a little with your mother about her work and your school. It seems that one of your mothers’ colleagues had started to take interest in her. She tries to play it down, but you can see her blush. After some time, not longer than an hour, the doorbell rings.

“Oh, this must be Julian,” your mother says, “well, then have a nice day, my dear.”