The next morning, Ryan got up, showered and walked towards the main house, into the kitchen, smiling at Sandy who was reading the news.
"Morning." Ryan muttered in his morning hoarse voice.
"Good morning, bagel?" Sandy asked.
"Yeah, thanks." Ryan replied, grabbing the offered bagel and tore a piece off and munched on it for a second. He swallowed and opened his mouth, as if to say something, before closing it again.
"I saw that, words articulating, sentences forming, what's up Ry?" Sandy asked.
"You really are Seth's father, aren't you?" Ryan first replied sarcastically.
"The one and only. What is it that you wanted to ask?"
"Luke came by yesterday, he-uh… asked me if I could join him on his rehabilitation training. I-uh…" Ryan suddenly stopped, making Sandy quirk an eyebrow at him when suddenly Kirsten's voice rang out.
"Good morning, Sandy." Kirsten said kissing him on the cheek before turning towards Ryan. "Good morning, Ryan."
"Morning." Ryan replied, before tearing the sports section from the paper and searching for something interesting to read.
Feeling both pair of eyes starring at him, Ryan glanced up.
"Continue, Ryan…" Sandy replied.
Ryan's mouth formed into an 'o' before swallowing nervously. "I said I would… but with the internship and school and exams, I don't have a job and—there's no way for me to pay a membership card… I was just wondering, if it was ok if… I…. could get one."
"Of course, Ryan. Which gym?"
"Uh, New Port Gymnasium?" Ryan replied.
"Hey, I have my Yogalates workshop there." Kirsten replied.
"It'll be fine, Ryan. Just put the tab on the family name."
"Are you sure?" Ryan asked suddenly nervous that he asked the Cohen's for money, considering that this was the first time he'd asked for money, for himself.
"Of course, you'll be helping Luke and hey! There's nothing wrong with getting some exercise, besides soccer practice." Sandy replied.
"Father, there's so much wrong with exercise I don't even know where to start." Seth's voice suddenly rang as he entered the kitchen.
Ryan smirked, "That's the reason Luke didn't ask you."
Kirsten rummaged through her purse and grabbed a golden credit card. "Here Ryan." She held the card out to him.
Ryan stared at it as if he had never seen a credit card before. No matter how much he felt at home with the Cohen's, he still had problems adjusting to using the 'family' money.
"Take it Ryan. It's yours, it has your name on it and everything, see." Kirsten said pointing out the small black letters stating: "Ryan Atwood –Cohen."
"I've been meaning to give it to you, but knowing you'd never accept I honestly forgot about the card. Now you can have it, it's linked to Sandy and mine account, you can use it for whatever, but reasonable. Clothing, school stuff, food and now your membership card. You're also going to have to go shopping, get some training clothes."
Ryan shook his head, still staring at the golden card in his hand, fingers tracing his name. "I own a pair of sweats-" he started.
"No, Ryan. When you'll be registering, take a good look at the people training at the Gym. They don't go in an old shirt and sweats. Just go buy whatever you need… Luke will know what." Kirsten said.
Still preciously holding on to the card, Ryan looked up at Kirsten.
"Don't even dare not using it, I'll check it and if you haven't bought anything by the end of today… I will take you shopping." Kirsten threatened amusingly.
Seth's eyes widened at the threat. "Dude, better go by yourself… mom and sports? – you can say I get my wonderful athleticism from her… or at least the miles of knowledge on it."
Realizing Seth was probably right, Ryan stood up. "School, Gym, Store, later." Ryan said exiting the kitchen.
Sandy stared surprised at the quick acceptation of Ryan and the credit card and turned towards Kirsten. "We should've threatened with you going shopping with him sooner."
"… I just don't want to use their money." Ryan said as he and Luke, who was now sporting two forearm crutches. Apparently he wasn't allowed to walk on his leg for very long, only short distances. So when he went to school, he had to divide his weight partially on the crutches.
"I get that man, but they're your family and from what Cohen told me, Kirsten practically threatened you to use the card. So just get what you need and you'll be provided with the right stuff and the Cohen's will be happy." Luke replied as they headed towards the soccer section of the store.
"Fine, what do we need?" Ryan replied.
"Compression tee, a pair of sweats, a pair of shorts and sneakers for starters." Luke replied as they head towards the clothing rack.
Ryan nodded and grabbed a dark grey t-shirt, size L. "Grab an M." Luke immediately said.
"I'm a size L." Ryan muttered.
"You'll slim down. Grab an M, then you won't have to buy a new one in a few weeks. It's stretchy material, it'll fit, trust me." Luke replied.
Hanging the 'L' back and grabbing a 'M', Ryan moved on towards the pants.
"Grab smaller sizes there too." Luke said as Ryan grabbed a black pair shorts and a new pair of sweats.
Having fitted all clothes, and complaining, yes complaining, about the too small size shirt Ryan had given into the Luke's logic. At least this way he didn't have to spend more money. Throwing it inside the cart that Luke had mysteriously made appear, and was now pushing they moved towards the shoe rack.
Luckily Ryan quickly chose a pair of sneakers, as he knew which brand…
Ryan thought twice, he was actually paying attention to the brand of his shoes.
He'd gotten his soccer cleats here, after thorough examination of Kirsten, to make sure his legs as well as his feet would get the proper support, that he'd have enough room in them, that he liked the color, the size, the brand, the smell… well you get the idea. And suddenly, Ryan was an Addidas fan.
Throwing the shoes into the cart as well, Ryan turned towards Luke, "What else?" he asked as they walked through the store.
"Bottle." Luke said, grabbing a black one from the rack and throwing it in the cart as well.
"Towel." Ryan replied, grabbing a black one as well.
"Weights." Luke motioned towards the weights rack.
"What do we need weights for?" Ryan asked.
"You're suppose to bring your own, to the gym. So ankle weights, for calve and thigh muscles." Luke replied, grabbing two 6lbs ankle weights from the rack. "And two hand held weights, for upper body strength. How much can you lift?" he asked.
Ryan stared at Luke for second, now really knowing what he meant.
"11lbs, 16lbs, 22lbs?" Luke asked, pointing towards the weight. "You use them while you run, so something you can easily lift, try them."
Ryan grabbed the 16lbs, lifting them easily. "You're supposed to run with these?"
"Whilst training you do. Those good? I have 16lbs." Luke replied.
Ryan shook his head, grabbing the 22lbs and lifting them a few times. "These'll do." Ryan said as he grabbed to of the 22lbs and throwing them into the cart.
"What else?" Ryan asked, slightly somehow embarrassed that he could lift more weights then Luke.
"Uhmm… I think we have it all. All we need is a bag and we're done."
That was it! Another update :) Let me know what you liked, what you didn't etcetera... thnx in advance!