Post by trixie on Mar 17, 2019 19:02:39 GMT -6
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GYM – FLORIDA
The gym’s automatic doors open as Bree Smith and her sister Millie enter the lobby, feeling the cooler air inside almost immediately. Millie looks around as her first time there with the counter looking very sleak. Behind the staff was a big fridge for drinks and fitness products either side on shelves including protein powders, grip gloves and everything else a body builder or regular gym goer needed.
Millie is dressed in a pair of grey yoga pants with a black waist line followed by a grey tank top over her black sports bra. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail like Bree’s but not nearly as messy as Bree’s was. Millie carried a small, very light blue gym bag that she’d overpacked with anything she thought she may have needed for the gym. Bree on the other hand wore her red Miami Heat hat backwards, with black leggings along with her BreeTee Committee T-Shirt on. The first thing Millie noticed was how many people in the lobby knew Bree by greeting her with a friendly wave before they went off to their own thing.
BREE:
I’ll just sign you in, Mils. We’ll sort your membership out after the workout.
I’ll just sign you in, Mils. We’ll sort your membership out after the workout.
Millie nods to her sister and waits by the stand of swimming items. Bree does the admin stuff and has her gym card scanned by the lobby staff behind the counter before she returns. Millie swallows hard just thinking about moving into the big gym area but felt better the second Bree stood beside her.
MILLIE:
Thanks.
Thanks.
The pair then head through the double doors to a very large gym area but it appeared quite empty as Bree had promised Millie for her first time. Millie still scanned the room for people and counted five. Two men and three girls, the girls appearing to be a group together and the two men weren’t. Though Millie did recognise one guy. His white skin was brighter due to the gym lights and his white, baggy t-shirt had some visible sweat stains from pushing himself.
BREE:
Ok, Mils. First thing we’re going to do is warm up so we don’t pull anything.
Ok, Mils. First thing we’re going to do is warm up so we don’t pull anything.
Bree then shows Millie a few little stretches before taking her onto the treadmill which Millie stiffens as she gets on, worried about flying backwards. Bree notices this and shows Millie there’s nothing to be afraid of when she turns on her own treadmill and the belt starts moving at a very slow pace.
BREE:
Don’t worry you’re safe. Just turn it on using that and then you can make an incline with that dial and speed it up or slow down with that one.
Don’t worry you’re safe. Just turn it on using that and then you can make an incline with that dial and speed it up or slow down with that one.
Bree points to the machine bits and then draws a circle around the big, red stop button.
BREE:
And that’s going to stop it for you if you need to. See?
And that’s going to stop it for you if you need to. See?
Bree smacks her button, which makes Millie’s head edge back a bit, but she notices Bree’s treadmill comes to a stop. Millie then looks ahead to hers, slowly reaching forward to hit hers and starts it off. There’s an initial strike of fear when it starts moving but a brave smile awakens when she walks and controls the speed herself. Bree notices it too and gets herself up to a nice jogging speed.
After the girls have warmed up, Millie notices the man in the white shirt had now moved onto a leg press. Coincidentally that was Bree’s first machine and she makes her way over to it. After the man had finished his set, he saw Bree coming and wiped his brow with a red small gym towel.
BREE:
Bradley!
Bradley!
Bree calls out the guy’s name and he greets Bree with an exhausted sigh.
Brad Archer:
Bree, hey.
Bree, hey.
Millie tucks herself behind Bree to avoid being caught by Brad’s eyeline up until Bree steps onto the machine and goes up a few weights. Brad watches Bree do her set, a warm up and shows Millie how to do it safely. She completely misses the other three girls in the gym looking towards her and Brad. Brad’s first thought is they’re commenting on Bree going up a level and whispers.
Brad Archer:
Bree. Do you think you could not go up so much because you’re killing my cred.
Bree. Do you think you could not go up so much because you’re killing my cred.
He then glances over to the girls and back to Bree who is finishing her exercise like a role model, showing Millie how to breathe in and out during. Once she gets off, Bree pats him on the back.
BREE:
Or you could step it up, Dude.
Or you could step it up, Dude.
Brad chuckles and leans in closer to Bree, whispering again.
Brad Archer:
I have been since they came in.
I have been since they came in.
And he darts his eyes towards the girls’s direction.
MILLIE:
Bree. Can you show me that one?
Bree. Can you show me that one?
Millie points out the leg curl machine which looked less likely to crush Millie’s legs. Bree happily does, getting in and showing Millie how to curl her legs down on what Bree usually curled. Bree then steps out and puts the weight on low for her younger sister.
BREE:
See? Easy, Mils. Go ahead.
See? Easy, Mils. Go ahead.
MILLIE:
(Muttering)
Eep!
(Muttering)
Eep!
Millie takes a big breath before getting onto the machine and curls it with ease. Her nerves settle and she does a small series of reps.
BREE:
Attagirl, Sis!
Attagirl, Sis!
But Millie stops when she’s spied upon by the girls at the gym. The thoughts of what they were thinking, they were in with the staff and would all share thoughts of Millie being a weakling made her visibly stiffer and her voice quietened.
MILLIE:
(Whispering)
I want to get off now.
(Whispering)
I want to get off now.
Millie says to Bree as she struggles to free herself from the machine.
PART TWO COMING SOON