Yeah, like a beginning middle and end but the 7 points? I know what you mean I think. You know what? That’s a good idea. You can work around the scene then if you do it out of order. But yeah, thinking about it as a whole is daunting. Yes, you will be able to develop it, and and work around it as a reference. How’s it going today btw? Have you got some of it written?
Also I wrote this, honest opinion on it? I am thinking of sticking to this story, I got an actual plot idea in mind.
01
It was a typical Friday afternoon inside the Warehouse Gym.
There were tired, sweaty bodies everywhere, panting for air and sticking to the gym equipment.
The terribly loud dance music was pumping throughout the building, and groups were gathered around the water machine by the locker room to discuss how their session went.
Will was about to finish working out on the chest press, and was ready to hit the dumbbells when he saw someone approach him.
Pumped up on adrenaline (and an extra strong espresso he’d drunk before he’d gone there), he slammed the weight down onto the pile and stared him right in his face.
It was Jax Arnold. He was the kinda guy that you wouldn’t take to see your mother because he’d end up calling her a beached whale with a blind man’s fashion sense. Or end up hitting on her, and kissing her in front of you at the dinner table.
His bleached blonde hair covered his forehead as he leaned down to face a sitting Will, who was trying his hardest not to react.
"So, Will, what’s your cup size? C, D, E, F?” Jax asked Will with a smirk etched across his face.
Will clenched his teeth as he hissed back. “A for Asshole, f—k off.”
“Aw, come on. Why are you so grumpy? I hear that there’s a sale on at Bravissimo. Two for one.”
Before Will could get up and swing a punch at him, Jax had walked off over to another machine.
He wasn’t pleased, but he’d gotten used to the reactions of him having ‘moobs’. Most of the people in the gym had gotten over his mishap, but some still stared.
Others spoke behind his back, and the odd idiot like Jax decided to take things further and it joke about it to his face.
The truth of the matter was that he couldn’t do anything about it currently. His last surgery had botched them, and he didn’t have enough money to fix them up again with a more professional surgeon.
Every time he stared at his chest, he regretted ever starting steroids. Yes, the rush was amazing, and his body used to be perfectly muscular but since the heart attack had stopped them all, his chest had went downhill, along with his tolerance for people and his self esteem (though he didn’t like to admit that last part).
The rest of his body looked defined; he had muscular legs, a strong back and arms, good, sturdy abs and was a healthy weight. He had a handsome face too (for someone who was on the hard stuff for almost half of his life).
Climbing up the middle aged hill had begun to tire him out too. Tiredness and back pain began creeping into his body, the more he lifted. Working at the warehouse didn’t help matters, especially in the summer when he sweat through his compression vests.
Everything was visible.
Wet lumps of droopy, uneven flesh outlined the fabric.
He’d tried wearing looser shirts, but it was uncomfortable. Sticky, floppy, cock eyed nipples weren’t a sight to behold in the workplace.
Despite his best efforts, he was a source of conversion everywhere, even from the darkest corners of the gym:
“Is he transgender?”
“Does he have a hormone problem?”
“Are those breast implants for a bet?”
The extra attention made him squirm.
He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. Hiding seemed better than the constant barrage of humiliation surrounding him.
“Have a nice day, Meatloaf,” Jax added with a smirk as Will slammed the door behind him as he left.
He made a swift exit onto the Main Street before jumping into his truck and riding home.
Trees lined the dried up sidewalks, and the sun was splitting through the clouds in the blue sky. People were crossing the street, and kids were playing ball in a garden.
He let out a smile, then turned the CD player on. The thudding of the bass line and drums made him smile. Then, the guitars and rapping kicked in.
Perreo y sandungueo,
Toma esto eehhh oh
Ruby had left an album in there. Something about partying and getting laid. The song was catchy, no denying it, even if he didn’t understand half of it.
Five minutes later, the truck turned into the driveway. He walked inside the house and started up the coffee machine, then got out two cups.
One for decaf, the other for ordinary coffee.
“Ruby, you there?” he asked.
He looked around the kitchen, study, gym room, and finally the lounge before deciding to walk into the back yard.
There he was, in all his glory chopping up wood with an axe. All five foot nine of him, glistening in the sun with a dripping wet tank top and khaki shorts clinging to his bulky body.
His strong arms obliterated the pieces as Will watched in amazement. “Ruby?”
He turned around and smiled at him. “Yes, Dear?”
“I made us some coffee–oh you shaved your face.”
Ruby scoffed and rubbed his hands across his stubble. “It was getting too warm for a goatee, so I cut it off.”
Will nodded. “The goatee was epic, though.”
Ruby ran his fingers through his dark, spiky hair. “Yeah, I know but change is good sometimes. We’ve been happier since we’ve moved out here, right?”
Will sighed. “Well, yeah mostly. Kinda.”
Ruby leaned in and kissed Will. “What’s up?”
“This dude in the gym, he wants to get me kicked out. He always pisses me off. We almost fought today.”
“Just try and ignore him. Don’t give him the reaction, and he won’t go on.”
“I know, Babe. He gets under my skin so much. I try my best to ignore him, but it’s never enough.”
Ruby began to walk inside with Will. “Is it possible to go at a different time?”
Will shrugged, and finished making the first coffee. “I like the time I go at. It’s absolutely perfect. It’s not too busy, and it’s not too quiet. It’s just this asshole wants to ruin it for me.”
“Do you have music you can play?”
“Nope, I broke my headphones last week, and I haven’t bought any ‘cause I’m waiting for my pay check to come.” He set it down on the kitchen table and Ruby took it. “Let me know if it’s good.”
Ruby nodded and took a sip. “It tastes great. You remembered the cream.” He looked over at Will. “I can lend you my iPod if you want.”
“You sure?”
Ruby chuckled and nodded. “I’d do anything for you. You don’t need to ask. What’s mine is yours.”
Will smiled and sat down beside him with his cup of decaf. He put his hairy hand on top of Ruby’s. “Thanks.”
Ruby looked into his blue eyes. “Are you good?”
He glanced down at his chest. “Apart from Jax? Yeah. My vest’s dried out and my tits don’t look as obvious.”
“Hey, don’t let it get to you. You’re gonna get your surgery and everything’s gonna be fixed soon. Keep your head held high.”
“I’m trying. I appreciate you giving me some money to start my fund, but you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”
Ruby frowned slightly. “I wanna see you happy. Happiness is important, you know?”
Will nodded. “I understand, but this is my own battle to fight. I don’t wanna drag you into this like that.”
“Babe, I’m always here. I will fight for you. I don’t care if that’s the boxer in me talking, but I care too much to see you depressed like this.”
“I know, Ruby, but I have to do whatever it takes to fix my own problem without hurting you.”
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