(2016-10-10) Ollie's not here
Ollie's not here
Summary: Besa just wants to clear his head, Grayson does not help. Ollie is not there.
Date: 2016-10-10
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A massive dome overhead is completely revealing of the ocean above it. This is a full size gym, with basketball hoops along the walls ready for play. Ropes hanging from a secion of that dome ceiling ready to be climbed are tied off to not impede on gym floor activity. Excersize equipment and weights are off to the far end. At anytime the floor can be sectioned off for multiple team games to be played if needed. There are locker rooms for girls and boys to one side and opposite this are wooden bleachers that can be pulled out if needed for spectators. Opposite the bleachers there is a rock climbing wall, that goes right up to the dome itself overhead.

The meditating isn't working, so tonight he's trying a new tactic. The small not dead teen has done some running and is now attempting push ups. His form is off, but he's at least doing it. No one else is the the gym tonight, which is good, Besa's goth shirt is starting to stick to his thin frame, and his hair clinging to his face.

Grayson makes his way into the gym. He's wearing a tank top and a pair of school sweat pants. He has a towel over his shoulder. Looking around, he's a little surprised it's empty, but then he sees Besa. He sighs, and he walks over, watching. Folding his arms over his chest, he notes, "Your hands are too far apart. You're gonna hurt your shoulder."

Besa grimaces, he's probably already hurt himself. His torso is deftly sore from the resurrection anyway. He pauses, arms straight and looks over at Grayson, "Why do you care?" After a moment his hands shift closer to the more proper position.

Grayson tilts his head, "ouch." He smirks, shaking his head a little. "Who died and made you so grumpy?" He considers a moment, and then grins again. "Oh. right. YOU died."

The frown looks very out of place on Besa's face, "I am glad you find humor in it." Grayson's quickly falling into the same category as the Arena Fetch players who have been picking on him. "I do not believe that Ollie is here." Because clearly that's the only reason why he spoke to Besa before.

Grayson furrows his brow a bit, "I find humor in a— Wait. Ollie? What?" He tilts his head, "What does this have to do with it?"

Besa turns his head to look down at his hands, "It is why you spoke to me and wanted to be friendly." He lowers itself, arms shaking, "She is not here, so you do not need to use me in such a way."

Grayson scoffs, unfolding his arms and shaking his head as he turns to the side and then back to face Besa. "Really? I was using you?" He rolls his eyes, "You are one piece of work, zomboy." He walks over to a nearby weight bench and sits. "Oliver's a fucking idiot. I don't need you and your hair to see that."

Besa's hands clench and his nose wrinkles as his face crucnhes up, "You are saying you were not? It was clear you wanted to make her jealous." Instead of doing more push ups he kneels, glaring at Grayson, "Leave my hair out of this." Why does everyone have to bring his hair into it?!?

Grayson watches Besa for a moment. "Oliver can go fuck himself. He's an assturd." He stands, "I like your hair- You know what? Whatever." He rolls his eyes, "You could've just said you liked girls. You don't have to be a dick about it." And he starts to walk toward the exit.

Besa doesn't even know what an assturd is. He growls back, "You do not get to do that again! You assume things and know nothing about me." He stands , grimacing and a hand going to his side, "I like girls. I like boys. I'm forbidden from courting anyone.. Not that you care." He's not going to let Grayson walk out this time. Instead he starts to storm out, "I think there is only one person being a dick here."

Grayson spins around, pointing at Besa, "Oh, right. It's forbidden. That's not completely offensive," he says sarcastically, rolling his eyes again. "Being gay is NOT evil." He huffs, "And I'm not being a dick. What the hell is your problem?"

Besa's hands fly up, "It is forbidden for me to date anyone." He snarls, pent up anger is starting to edge into his voice. ""It has nothing to do with you being male." He points at Grayson as he walks towards the exit, "My problem is you are being horrible. I thought you wanted to be my friend, but you did not. You used me to try to make Ollie jealous, and when that did not work you stormed away. That makes you a dick." Besa's small, but he makes an attempt to storm as he makes his way to the door.

"Forbidden? That's dumb." Grayson watches as Besa stomps toward the door. He doesn't move, basically forcing Besa to bump his shoulder as he passes. When Besa does, he turns, chewing his lip and watching the other boy leaving. Slowly, he smiles.

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