Riptide

68

(If that scene^ made you cry raise your hand)

Time skip: At the gym the next day. Walker, Charlie, Dior, and Delphi.
(P.S: I have no clue how workout routines work. I've never gone to the gym to workout, only for volleyball. I want to though.)

NO ONES POV

Dior, Walker, Charlie and Delphi were at Delphi's gym, getting ready for their decided push-up competition.

Dior was wearing her usual sweatpants and sports bra, Delphi the same but with an fitted black zip up over it.

Normally she wouldn't be wearing the zip up, but she decided to since Walker and Charlie were here with them.

Walker wore sweats and a t-shirt, Charlie wearing sweats and a tank top instead.

DELPHI'S POV

"I'm so winning this." Walker joked, knowing we all could do more push-ups than him.

"Have some faith." Dior laughed as she lined up her push-up counter with her chest, Walker doing the same.

"This is gonna be embarrassing if I lose." I added as I lined my counter up, Charlie copying me.

"Same." He chuckled, sitting on the gym floor on his knees, ready to go.

"Let's get it on then." Dior comments as we all get ready, holding ourselves up on one knee.

"3" Walker counted.
"2." I continued.
"1." Charlie finished.
"Go." Dior said and we all began doing our push-ups.

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3 minutes later and Charlie and I were still going with our push-ups.

Walker got out first because he'd gone too fast and used up his stamina.

Dior stopped like 30 seconds ago and tapped out, still having hit a new personal record.

My arms were sore, my forehead was sweating, and my feet hurt. The repeated beeping of the counter every time I lowered into it was beginning to give me a headache, but I was determined to beat Charlie so he'd stop saying he's the best.

Which still wouldn't happen but have hope.

I was going a bit faster than Charlie, so while I may potentially be ahead of him he'd have time to beat me.

"Fuck, Charlie, can you just like...stop." I asked as I pushed back up.

"No." He replied, holding in a chuckle as he continues doing his pushups. "What're you at?"

"I'm at 63." I answered. "What're you at."

"Oh I'm done then. I'm at 100 and your arms are shaking." Charlie gloated and sat down.

"Shut up." I replied, taking a deep breath before continuing on.

"Delphi you gotta represent." Dior joked as she holds my water bottle up to my mouth, placing the straw part in my mouth.

I gratefully took a few sips before starting up again, edging toward 75 with renewed energy.

"I'm not losing to a 13 year old right now." Charlie muttered as I reached 83.

"Damn you can do a lot of push-ups." Walker observed as I let out a breath.

"Thanks Captain Obvious." Charlie rolled his eyes playfully, making me giggle.

"Shit don't make me laugh." I groaned as Dior pushed the hair out of my face.

"Charlie she might have you." Walker said as I got to 90.