Chapter 3 First of Many

Joven's POV

Lunchtime was a fun time that day. I press-pointed Lasercorn a lot.

"Stop slouching," I pulled him back up straight.

"I'm not," he mumbled, "Also, I am not-,"

"Yeah, you are," I laughed; poking at his slim neck annoyed.

After lunch, I waited for Lasercorn to start our jog/workout.

"Come on Fatty Lumpkin!" I shouted.

"Coming!" he replied as he exited the office in his summer outfit.

"Ready to start?" I asked.

"No. I don't want to," he replied.

"Come on, carrot head," I encouraged.

He balled his fists and began to stretch. His hair had been dyed for a punishment for a Cage Math challenge. He hated it.

"Let's start by jogging in place," I said sweetly.

Lasercorn, still annoyed, began to jog in place. I did it too. I watched stop after a full minute.

I have one sad friend, I thought.

"Arms out and repeat," I told him.

Soon, he was panting like a hot dog in summer as he jogged around the perimeter of the studio with me. I saw his legs were shaking as we ran.

"Do you-," I began.

"No. Too-," he replied tired.

"Drop and give me twenty!" I ordered when we returned to the start of our path.

Lasercorn got down in pain and slowly did them. As he finished, he was crying in pain and heat. I knew he was out of shape, but not this much.

"Can we-," he began.

"No! You're a big sad, slouching ding wit!" I replied as he got up in pain.

He was gasping for air. He was sweating like mad.

"Twenty sit-ups," I ordered with a smile.

As he began, I asked, "Do you get sleep at night?"

"Only eight during the work week and nine on weekends," he replied as he began.

"Why?" I asked; watching him breathe heavily as he finished.

"No reason," he replied.

After our workout, I saw Lasercorn, in true tired fashion, fall down into his chair and sigh heavily. A puddle of sweat was coming from him.

Sohinki's POV

When Lasercorn and Joven returned, I watched Lasercorn email my doctor-brother.

He wrote,

"Dear Dr. Sohinki,

I just finished training with Joshua. I now agree I'm out of shape. I'm sweating like a mad men. I haven't had a dance lesson yet, but Mariko said later. Should I lay off on my caffeine?

Sincerely and sweats too much,

Mr. David Moss of Smosh Games."