Hey everyone!
Work Things out is the official title I'm sticking with, shout out to ma bestie Mo for the great suggestion and other sweet reviewers for their! I felt like this really fit the chapter and I hope you can see why soon.
New story in progress, kinda nervous about it. Hope some of my usual readers like this one as much as my still ongoing story. It's very different so make sure you don't mix it up. I'm still struggling with that.
This story will be Auslly, the characters will be slightly OOC, not too much but a bit
There's not much to say, so just read it with an open mind and tell me what you thought!
This one's for you Mo, for always helping me out. Dunno if she's gonna read it, whatevs
''What the hell does she expect me to do with a gift card for the gym? Is it some kind of subtle hint?'' Ally sighs as she stands in front of the mirror, eying her own body from top to bottom. For her birthday, her always thoughtful-present-giving mother gave her a gym gift card, a subscription for 20 days visiting the gym for free. Did she gain a few pounds over winter? She never really paid attention to her body, especially in winter. But bikini season was approaching and it was approaching fast. ''Did I get fatter?''
''How should I know, I haven't seen you in months. Last time I saw you, you looked fine, don't you dare start to become insecure of your body just because of this stupid present,'' Trish spoke through her phone, which was squeezed between her shoulder and cheek. ''I think you should just go, what do you have to lose? Maybe there are some cute gym instructors walking around.''
''Very funny, Trish. You know I'm still seeing Mike,'' Ally rolls her eyes as she switches her phone to speaker and throws it on the bed. Opening her closet, she studies her wardrobe. It has been years since she actually worked out and her body has grown in all kinds of ways.
''Ah, it was worth a shot,'' she hears Trish sigh. Ally puts her hands on her hips as she tries to remember where she used to keep her sports clothes. She refuses to buy any new stuff for this. First quest; yoga pants that she could squeeze over her butt. After giving it another thought, she throws the black yoga pants that were at least two sizes too small back in the closet.
''Why don't you like him again? You've never even met him,'' eventually, she finds grey sweatpants with black drawstrings that don't look too small at first sight. As she puts it on, she turns around in front of the mirror and decides this will be the best choice she has. What do girls wear to the gym, anyway? A loose top? A tight one? A sports bra? She literally had no idea.
''I've heard your stories, Ally. I have enough information to form a decent image of the guy,'' Trish lets her know in which Ally turns around to look at her phone in disbelief.
''Excuse me? I'd like to let you know he came by my house with flowers last night,'' she defends her boyfriend as she turns back to her wardrobe. Does she even own a sports bra? Surprisingly, she finds one on the floor, all the way in the corner, still in its packaging. She can't even remember buying it and it just looks like a failed New Year's resolution from years ago.
''Flowers... Sounds like he had something to make up for. He made mocked you in front of his friends again, didn't he?'' Trish sounds convinced and proud of her finding as she awaits Ally's answer. She makes some defending and evasive sounds before telling her she was right. She rips the package apart in anger, knowing Trish knew her better than she even knew herself. It was a cute one, the grey with black fabric surprisingly matching her sweatpants quite well. ''And you forgave him instantly, making him spend the night with you. Am I close?''
''Shut up,'' she chooses a random loose fit, black top to wear over it and stuffs all of it in her bag. Bending down, she grabs her old, black sneakers and grabs her phone from the bed. ''Look, he really tries, alright? He's not a bad guy.''
''You deserve so much better,'' Trish turns serious just as Ally closes her front door. Sighing, she runs a hand through her hair as she unlocks her car door.
''Your expectations of men are way too high, they aren't perfect and neither am I,'' she steps into her car and drops her bag on the passenger's chair. Checking, her rear-view mirror, she rubs a finger over the skin under her eyes, removing a smudge of mascara. ''Hey, I have to go, I'm about to leave for the gym.''
''Kay, I'll talk to you later. We'll see each other soon again, girl.''
''Good morning, can I help you?'' the nice looking receptionist greets her with a bright smile while writing something on a paper. Ally walks towards the desk and drops her bag ungracefully on the ground next to her. The loud thud scares her slightly as blinks a few times, watching the girl in front of her shoving a blue pass over the desk towards her.
''Hi, I'm Ally. I believe we spoke on the phone yesterday,'' the receptionist takes the pass, studying it before finally recognizing her voice. She scans the barcode on the gift card as she gives her a paper contract and a pen.
''Here to start your free 20-day trial? Great, if you could just sign this contract, it's just normal procedure. You know, we're not responsible if you hurt yourself, that kind of stuff. But don't worry, we won't let that happen,'' she winks at Ally while handing her the pen. Ally smiles politely as she scribbles her autograph messily before grabbing her bag again. ''The dressing rooms are down the hall, you can put your belongings in a locker, it's free for members. Mr Wade will arrive shortly.''
''Mr who now?'' Ally slowly turns around before walking back to the desk. The girl's smile fades as she looks back confused.
''Mr Wade, your personal trainer,'' her voice goes up at the end of the comment, insecurely asking her for permission. Ally stands there speechless for a second before smiling while shaking her head.
''There must be some kind of mistake, I never ordered a personal trainer. The gift card is for a 20-day trial,'' she snatches the gift card from her grip as she studies it carefully.
''Including a personal trainer. See, it's right here. Is that a problem?'' the receptionist asks her in which Ally looks at her bluntly, silently asking herself if that was a serious question. ''There are no disadvantages about having a personal coach. He will help you to push yourself to your limits, making you reach your goals.''
''I don't want a personal trainer, I don't have goals, I just want to train by myself. I'm not even here voluntarily, that gift card forced me to go!'' Ally raises her voice while pointing at the small card in despair. Two wide eyes on the other side of the desk look at her almost scared in which Ally tries to calm herself down. ''Fine, I'll give it a chance. It's free after all, I can simply just stop going if I don't like it.''
''That's the spirit,'' the girl answers with a shaken laugh, making Ally giggle unintentionally. ''Dez is a sweet guy, you won't regret it.''
''We'll see, I guess'' she thanks her, actually starting to like the girl before walking towards the changing rooms. Luckily, she's alone, not forcing her to have any awkward undress-moments with other girls. As she changes into her sports outfit, she hums a soft melody. This definitely wasn't how she expected her training to go, but she decided to let it happen, see how it will turn out. Maybe Dez was a fun guy, someone who could actually make working out fun. She'd need someone like that.
As she inspects her reflection in the small mirror hanging over the sink, she sighs deeply before bending over. She collects the hair, twists it a few times while combing the hair on top a bit to smoothen it out before wrapping a tie around it, securing it. Letting her hair fall in the bun behind her neck. She pouts slightly at her reflection. She never liked putting her hair up, missing the curls that always hang around her face. Without them and without make-up, she hates how naked her face looks.
Turning around on her heels, she locks her locker and walks out the door.
''C'mon, dude. Please, just this once!'' Dez looks at Austin begging with despair in his voice. Austin looks in the rear-view mirror annoyed, not planning to accept his request. He rolls his eyes while sighing deeply. ''You were always so good at it!''
''Are you kidding me? I hated it, that's exactly why I don't do it anymore,'' Austin was just driving to the David Barton Gym, planning on an easy work out session before his friend called him with a request that ruined his mood instantly. ''Please, don't let me do this.''
''But everyone loved you! People were standing in line to get you as their personal trainer,'' Dez keeps trying to convince him, not succeeding by far. Austin thinks back to the time he worked at the gym as a personal coach, a desperate decision he made in need for some serious money when he was in college. Soon, he found out the job wasn't something for him. Sure, he was a people-person, but a personal trainer needed to get a strong connection with his 'client', which was the thing he failed to achieve.
''That's my point, they wanted me to be their trainer, but none of them actually wanted to train,'' he explained to Dez. His clients, mostly girls and young women, always ordered lots of appointments but never really achieved anything. Once he talked with them about it, they usually quit the sessions.
''What's wrong with that, there were a lot of cute girls you had sessions with,'' he got asked and shook his head, even though Dez wasn't able to see him. Another reason he quit after only a few weeks was that the girls indeed only seemed interested in him, not the working out. The gym had grown on him, though, as he kept working out himself. The manager was an old friend of his dad, who told him he was always welcome to come back whenever he wanted and that he'd always be welcome to train for free. ''Look, I swear I'll make it up sometime. I just really can't miss this wedding, my mom's counting on it. And I'll get fired if I tell David.''
''You owe me big time,'' Austin eventually surrenders, gritting his teeth, earning him a relieved cheer on the other side of the line. ''Just one client, right?''
''Just one. And it's not hard, I spoke to Sarah yesterday on the phone, she said she sounded nice,'' Dez tries to sugar coat it as Austin sends his car onto the car park in front of the gym.
''A girl, of course it's a girl,'' but he quickly realizes she never even saw him, since he's covering for Dez, who's not available this week. Girls were usually the one's looking for a personal trainer, since guys were always too cocky to get assistance.
''Austin, what a surprise!'' the receptionist greets him sarcastically. Austin shakes his head while taking his jacket off and hangs it on the employment's coat rack. ''Here to train again?''
''Not today, Sarah, I'm filling in for Dez. He's meeting a client today, right?'' she looks up from her laptop on the desk surprised and looks at the clock.
''Oh, yeah. Ally Dawson, she arrived a minute ago, she should be back from the dressing rooms soon,'' Austin nods appreciatively before grabbing a white towel from the stack next to him and walks to the small lounge, taking a seat on one of the couches as he watches a few people use the exercise machines that were filling the space. ''Here she is now.''
Austin glances to his right, to the hall which leaded to all the changing rooms where a tiny girl was walking out. Letting his eyes drift up and down, he makes a quick scan of what he could expect as she walks over to Sarah, who talks to her while pointing in his direction. It looked like she put a lot of effort in her outfit, making it all fit together and her hair was tied together in a perfect bun. As he eyes her figure, he quickly notices her skinny shoulders, thin legs and small waist. What goal is she trying to reach so badly, that she needs to hire a personal trainer? She tightens her bun by pulling her hair in two opposite sides as he approaches her curiously.
''Austin Moon, I'll be your trainer for the next sessions,'' he sticks his hand out for her to shake, slightly uncomfortable as he's forced to befriend someone he doesn't even know, the part he hates most about it all.
She watches his every move carefully as she tries to figure out what kind of guy he is. Clearly muscular, a result of visiting the gym regularly, which is usually paired with the typical arrogance of any jock-guy she knows so well. As she looks into his eyes, she succeeds to see the glimpse of faked politeness. Returning his smile, not even trying to hide the annoyance in her voice, she greets him back.
''Ally Dawson, can't wait.''
Eeeeehhh I'm so nervous, please tell me what you think of it!
Any questions are welcome too, please point out if you don't understand something!
Next time I update, won't be for this story, still working on next chapter, but an update for ROALT again! I'm gonna try to switch it up, seeing how you guys like this one
See ya later
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