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Post by Aiden Gallara on Dec 30, 2006 16:55:27 GMT -5
It was about 5 o'clock in the morning. A young man, about 21, was already in Power Ten; the gym. His shirt was off, the sweat clearly could be seen running down his abs. Basketball short hung loosely on the boy and his rebox had the tendency to screech on the floor at times, as he moved around. The guy you might ask? Aiden; Aiden Gallara.
As Aiden punched the huge punching bag in front of him, he mouthed the words that were clearly from the iPOD that was attached to his shorts. The song; Oh Girl by Paul Wall. Soon he started singing aloud, not even thinking about it.
"Oh girl, I'll be in trouble if you left me now because I don't know where to look for love, and I just don't know how oh...."
That's cute.
The sweat started dripping down Aiden's athletic body, but he kept going. He had to be in shape, the guy was a model. Plus it was his daily routine. Gym; everyday; 5 o'clock in the morning. Yeah he loved to look good.
After a few minutes he sat down on a bench, and pulled out a water bottle from his sports bag. Taking a few sips, he then poured some over his head. Shaking his head, droplets of water flew all over the place from his short black hair.
"I'm trying to tell you about your friends hatin..."
Yeah he was still singing, but at least he was good at it. What a hottie.
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Post by | | Steven Jacobs | | on Dec 30, 2006 17:51:46 GMT -5
Tossing a small towl to his tan bare shoulders, Steven made his way from the pool. What was better then swimming at five am? Okay so he was an early bird. Megan had a modeling shoot early, she woke up being as loud as possible..which soon led to the waking of himself. She had a job, and He was lucky and got off for the day. What a better place then the gym on your day off. His sandy blonde hair was wetly matted on his head, hanging sharply in his eyes every now and then. His body wasn't completely dry yet, but enough to release the wet trunks from his muscular legs, and replaced with dry, black and blue Nike shorts. Next exercise enjoyment. Punching Bags
The best way Steven could relieve his stress. Yeah everyone had it, he just had to find ways to cope with it. A lime Green nano ipod was gentally clipped to his shorts, and earbuds dangling around his next; as it was loud enough to hear without putting them in. Taking back sunday, 'Make damn sure' was playing enough for his own ears to hear, and maybe if you got alittle close to him you'd hear it too.
Blue-green eyes stared at the guy, who occupied a bench next to the bags. Nodding in a friendly manner, he passed him. Quickly wrapting his knuckles with a soft cloth, he began punching softly, and appling pressure as his light punches grew. Screeching came from his lime green and white tennis shoes. Getting jumpy and anger, he punched the bag as if it was a real person. Sweat saundered down his forehead, adding to his dampness.
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Post by Aiden Gallara on Dec 30, 2006 18:39:52 GMT -5
Leaning back against the wall, Aiden wiped the seat off of his for head with a clean white towel. Laying it down on the bench he changed the song on his iPOD. Now it was If Looks Could Kill By A Heartwell Ending. A local band from at home. He loved them, almost as much as he loved Hollywood Undead.
Unwrapping the white cloth on his knuckles, he wrapped them back up. Looking toward the door, he saw a guy walk in. Looked around Aiden's age, but he wasn't sure. He gave him a friendly nod, as he bent down to tie his shoes.
Sitting back he watched as the guy started to get aggressive with the punching bag. Standing up, Aiden grabbed the punching bag, where he wasn't hitting. "I'll hold it for ya." he said, in that deep manly voice. Dreamy. Holding onto the bag tightly, he awaited for the guy to start punching again.
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Post by | | Steven Jacobs | | on Dec 30, 2006 18:47:27 GMT -5
Feeling as if eyes had been on him, he quickly glanced at the guy..only to meet eyes with him. He was looking at him... Probably wondering why he was releasing his anger. As the man approached, Steven gave him a greeting smile as he offered. "Thanks, the names Steven by the way" he introduced as he began punching at it once more. The guy looked pretty muscular himself, most likely a ight grip too. It'd help, it works your arms better when someone held it.
Adjusting the cloth, because it wore off as the actions were fast and hard. Steven's blue-green eyes stared at the bag viciously. Starting up once more but at a harder pace. The swift arm movement, made his arms ripple their muscles and show off the strength. Although there wasn't anyone there to impress, nor would he care to.
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Post by Olivia & Ophelia Parker on Dec 30, 2006 19:28:01 GMT -5
The girl walked, quickly dashing for the changing room to get ready for a workout. Or just some fooling around, since she was never good at working out. But she was in the mood to try something else. Coming out of the changing room, she tied her hair in up in a high ponytail. Snapping the black elastic tightly she looked around. Hmm. The place was pretty empty.
Well, except for those two /gorgeous/ boys working out. The blonde coulnd't help but smirk.
She was wearing a light grey cami, showing only about two inches of her stomach. And no, she didn't have abs like every other perfect doll in New York. Yes, she wasn't fat, but she wasn't stick-thin either. Just... Good. Hanging on her hips was a light pink jogging pants, which ended at her knees. Tied on tightly on her feet were white sneakers. Right before changing, she'd heard someone sing. Sing pretty well, I might add. She coulnd't help but wonder which of the two guys it was.
She walked over to them, thumbs in her back pockets. She stopped by the punching bad, seeing the blonde boy hit it. Ophelia tilted her head to the side, her glance going from him to the dark-haired boy, then back to the other. "I hope you're not imagining someone's face when you're hitting that.." she said, chcukling softly.
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Post by Trista Gallara ||<3|| on Dec 30, 2006 19:34:34 GMT -5
Aiden nodded at the boy, well Steven. "No problem dude, I'm Aiden Gallara." he said as the guy started hitting punching bag, but harder then last time. It didn't bother him at all, it's not like he couldn't hold it.
A few minutes later, a blonde cutie walked over to them. She looked over at both, and said something to Steven. But, Aiden didn't care. Letting go of the bag he went to shake her hand as he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Aiden, who are you?" he asked with a smile on his face.
Then remembering the punching bag he turned around and grabbed it just in time. Because it almost hit the pretty little blonde girl. That was a close one.
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Post by | | Steven Jacobs | | on Dec 30, 2006 19:45:07 GMT -5
In relief that the punching bag didn't hit the girl, he stopped; resting his hands on the bag. "Violence isn't bad" he joked as he tried catching his breath. Slowly approaching the two, he gave the girl a friendly smile. Not flirting though, who'd honestly flirt at a odor-filled gym? Obviously her. "My name is Steven" he introdused and refrained from holding his hand out for a shake, considering underneath the wrapted knuckles was probably sweaty.
Watching Aiden hit on her, he gave the guy a grin. Well that's a man. Glancing over the girl, he looked at the empty surroundings. Okay so nobody was here this early, it was better that way. Especially for self-cautious girls.
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Post by Olivia & Ophelia Parker on Dec 30, 2006 19:55:29 GMT -5
"Ophelia." she said, putting her hands on her hips, shifing her weight to one side. She gasped softly in surprise as the bag almost hit, dodging it quickly. She giggled, pushing her bangs bag. "Better be careful with that.." she told him the boy playfully, smirking. She smiled back at both of them.
Flirting in a gym? Well, what could you do.. Flirting was her way of life, she always did so. It was like breathing, she didn't realize she was doing it. Sue her. The girl walked around, getting away from the bag only to sit down on the bench, right next to the boy's Ipod. She curiously picked it up, looking at what he was listening to. "If Looks Could Kill.." she read out loud, before looking up at them. "I'd probably be dead right now." she said, laughing at her cheesy remark. So it was cheesy, she always said 'What is cheesy is cute'.
Don't you agree?
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Post by Trista Gallara ||<3|| on Dec 30, 2006 20:00:51 GMT -5
Aiden let go of the bag after Steven stopped. Looking over at the girl, he couldn't help but smile. He was always smiling, which was good because he had a gorgeous smile.
"Nice to meet oh Ophelia." he said watching her sit down on the bench. "I love your name by the way." he added. Which was true, it was very unique he new herd it before.
Sitting down next to her he watched her look at the iPOD. Then laughing at her remark he smiled. "It's by a local band in California. I use to live there from the time I was 5 till I was 18." he said.
"The song is about a girl who has great looks, but she's pretty much a whore, but with the looks she has she can kill someone. Especially since she loves to leave the guys heartbroken." Aiden talked about the song to her. He loved talking about his favorite bands songs. Because he knew so much.
"So what kind of music do you like?"
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Post by | | Steven Jacobs | | on Dec 30, 2006 20:27:41 GMT -5
"Careful? Psht I always am" he replied then let the two bond. After all Aiden seemed to be quite interested in the girl. Getting back to his daily exercise, he sretched his arms, letting the muscles ripple down his arm to his wrist. Ever since he had broken his wrist it had been twice as much worked out. Once you break something, it grows back even stronger. Atleast that was what his mom use to say.
Grabbing the towl he had set down, he wiped his forehead that had drops of sweat. Getting back into position, he began lightly hitting the bag. Appling more and more pressure each punch. Looking over his shoulder every now and then, he glanced at the pair.
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Post by Olivia & Ophelia Parker on Dec 30, 2006 20:30:31 GMT -5
"Just a warnin'.." she replied back, laughing softly. She smiled back at the boy, before setting down his Ipod. "It's.. an odd one." Ophelia said softly about her name, letting out a small scoff. She didn't hate her name, but she knew it was pretty unique. But hey, it fit her like a glove, didn't it?
She gasped as the boy mentionned California, grinning. "Oh my god! Me too!" she said, "I mean.. Like, I lived there for like, two years.." she said. She loved California, it was a great place. So many different people and the sun.. But had missed New York like crazy when she was here. Ophelia needed the snow, the seasons. She listened as he explained the song, tilting her head to the side. "Huh." she said softly, smirking. Ophelia didn't see a connection with the song, but anyone else that knew her would've have. It wasn't that she liked breaking guy's heart, but hey, she wasn't deemed the 'heartbreaker of the family' for nothing.
She then thought about her answer, before saying "I like a little of everything." she said, "I'm a little bit country and a little bit rock n' roll.. Just like the song." she said, chuckling. "It's a mix of everything.."
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Post by Trista Gallara ||<3|| on Dec 30, 2006 20:57:05 GMT -5
"Really? Wow now we really have something in common." Aiden said smiling over at Ophelia. "My father loves it. I use to live in Milan, Italy, but when my father went to California on a business trip, he fell in love with the state and bought a house that same week." he explained to her.
Looking over at Steven for only a few seconds he watched him beat on the punching bag. It was really nice of him to let the two of them talk.
"I like rap/hip hop and rock myself. Not really a country fan." Tilting his head to look at her, he smiled. She was really pretty, but looks weren't everything. "So do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asked her trying to start up another conversation. Plus the more he asked, the more he got to know her.
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Post by Olivia & Ophelia Parker on Dec 30, 2006 23:53:18 GMT -5
"Yeah." she said, agreeing as she nodded. She mouthed a small 'wow' as he mentionned living in Italy. Ophelia had never been out of the United States, but she'd seen a lot in the country. The biggest cheeseball in Texas? Seen it. The Naked Cowboy in Times Square? Seen him. The snowslopes in Vermont? Yup, those too. Let's just say the twins loved going on random roadtrips.
"You just need to hear a good song.." she told him, "Not that southern twang country." she said, laughing. For Ophelia it seemed every music was good music, as long as you picked the right song. "I have a sister.." she said, glancing away. "Well, a twin." she precised. "So, if you see a brunette version of me walkin' 'round, that's her."
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Post by Trista Gallara ||<3|| on Dec 31, 2006 9:53:57 GMT -5
Aiden watched her expression as he mentioned Italy. The same expression everyone made. That 'wow, damn' kind of expression. He was use to it, but he smiled anyways at her.
He listened to her talk, unwrapping the white cloth on his knuckles slowly, but still keeping his light green eyes on her. "Hm, maybe sometime you could show me a good song." he said to her comment about the country music.
When she mentioned she had a twin his mouth dropped. Two gorgeous girls. Damn, that was like a dream come true, but he had his mind set on Ophelia at the moment. "That's pretty awesome. I have an older sister. She's 23. We live together." he said with a smile on his face. He loved his sister a lot and they were extremely close. Something that was very rare with sisters and brothers.
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Post by Olivia & Ophelia Parker on Dec 31, 2006 12:40:34 GMT -5
"I think I will.." she said, smiling. Her light grey eyes looked into his. She counted the colors in his eyes as he spoke. She coulnd't help but laugh as his mouth dropped, which was the reaction many guys gave off as she mentionned 'twins'. He was a charmer alright, and the girl was taking it all in. "That's cool, so do we." she said, chuckling softly. It was crazy how this guy had things in common with her.
She pulled her legs up, bringing them close to her chest. She leaned back, her hands resting on the bench, supporting her weight. "You guys just moved here?" she asked curiously, being strangely 'normal' so far. "'Cause I haven't seen you around.."
Let's just say that in the morning, she still hadn't it that hyper high.
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