Posted Sun Jun 10, 2018 | 318 Words | Tagged story jock

Your friend had dragged you out shopping for the day. He was acting a little strange lately, always outside and playing sports and such, when you remember him mostly as being an indoors kind of person like you usually on the internet probably trolling some forum somewhere.

He claimed you needed to “get out more” whatever that was supposed to mean. You let him get his way, at least you’d be able to figure out what was going through his head at least.

Almost immediately you regretted it when you were taken into the large sports shop. He was staring, almost blankly at the Nike stuff in the shop before deciding he needed to try some stuff on. You could almost see the cogs go round in his head. Well underneath the baseball cap he persisted on wearing.

While he was getting changed you blankly stared at the hats near the changing room. Why were there even so many of them?

An orange one stood out to you, and there was a mirror, so why not try it out. Almost instantly after putting it on, you felt a cloud. A thick foggy cloud envelope your mind.

It kinda felt good in a way, in a relaxing, slowing, peaceful way. You saw yourself in the mirror and smirked in an unfamiliar way. But the smirk filled you with confidence bubbling out of somewhere.

After a minute of blankly staring at yourself in the mirror, almost as though the cogs in your mind were trying to process something but were covered in a foggy sticky goo, you realised looked hot in your new tank, the way it showed off your arms. Yeh, those arms were coming along nicely in the gym.

Your bro came out the changing room with his new top. He looked super happy to see you. You high fived each other and dumbly laughed at each other.