She distracts me

Apologies

Roman Suarez

After a restless night of s**t sleep Roman woke early, his body used to waking early for morning training before practices. He growled, running a hand over his stubbled face and through his dark hair. Why the f**k was he so amped up? He didn’t have any responsibilities; he should be able to sleep like a baby. 

He snapped up his phone, pushing a button on the side. The time blasted into his retinas with brightness. f*****g 5am. He threw the blankets off himself, snatching a pair of sweats off the floor and headed towards the kitchen. 

He chugged his normal water down, mixing up a supplement powder into it for endurance and hydration. He took the shaker bottle with him down the hall to his in-home gym. He started out with some light stretching, then hopped on the treadmill for some cardio.

After a pretty intense 30 minute run he mopped his face off with a towel, looping it around the back of his neck and he slugged the water from his shaker. 

He picked his phone up. 6am. f**k it. That’s late enough. He dialed Paul’s number from his history and leaned against a weight rack. Paul answered, sleep tainting his voice. “Mmm… what?” was his friend’s response. 

Roman laughed to himself. Anyone else and  he would have flown off the handle for such a flippant response. “Hey asshole, you up?” was Roman’s response. 

“I am now… “ came the groan from the other end of the line. 

“Come over to the house. I need to burn off some energy and I want a spotter.” Roman demanded. He didn’t really, but he also wasn’t really good at the whole apologizing thing. He damn sure wasn’t gonna do it over the phone. 

“God, you really are a pain the ass Roman.” Paul replied. 

“See you in 20.” Roman responded and promptly hung up. He continued working out, Paul walking into the workout room, having the codes to get into the house, the security system having alerted Roman 5 minutes ago. 

“Took you long enough.” Roman grunted, finishing his warmups, grinning at Paul’s sleep filled face. “Better wake up, don’t wanna die if you drop this s**t on me.” He teased, laying back on the bench press, ready for some working sets. 

“Seriously dude, what the f**k is wrong with you? This is the off season. You know, sleep in, drink a little, get laid. Have some fun?” Paul scowled, getting into spotting position, setting his energy drink down. Hair all messy as he looked down at his boss, benching 225 like it was nothing. 

“Clearly you didn’t need me, so what the f**k is up?” Paul asked, leaning on the wall.

Roman racked the weights and sat up, veins popping in his well defined biceps. “Nothing. I was up, figured you should be too. Plus, I didn’t mean to chew your face off last night about all that stuff.”

Paul’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, a huge Cheshire grin spreading on his lips. “This is you saying I’m sorry, isn’t it? Well holy s**t, slap my ass and call me Sally! Mr. Roman Suarez apologizes!” he whooped and hollered. 

Roman’s eyes darkened and he glared at Paul. “f**k you, Paul. Add a 10 to both sides.”