Coming to grips with who you are
“Meat Head”
That was what he heard as his music came to an end in his headphones. The person it came from was glaring because he camped himself out in one location inside the local gym.
There was no harm in any of it, he did it all the time. In fact, ever since the owner was allowed to reopen, he encouraged people to do just that to avoid cleaning everywhere they traveled. But apparently Karen decided today was a day to choose violence.
Sucks to be her. He woke up and chose to be a petty bitch. The next song started and he purposely did his next set about as slow as he could stand. It would help with the definition anyway.
And in return, Karen, her friends and the guy she came in with, all stood in awe as he completed his last slow burn reps. His arms were on fucking fire but it was worth it.
Once he was done, he reached into his pocket, took a few photos for social media cause well he’s the ‘Meat head’. Slowly and methodically he re-racked it all, damn near piece at a time. The last was the superband that was wrapped around the area of the rack. Grabbing his water bottle, he wrapped it around his neck, turned, winked at the crowd watching his every move.
The Karen rolled her eyes and scoffed but the guy, who we assume is her boyfriend, is like “Holy shit, Milo Kasey.”
“Who?” ‘Karen’ says with a bit of venom in her tone.
“Jesus, Marcie, could you be any thicker?” the boyfriend popped off. Before Miles could butt in to their conversation though, his phone goes off. He nods at the crew, before walking away. He can feel all eyes on him and even hear a few sighs.
“Ello?”
“Oh, he’s got gym voice.”
“Just finished actually. How’s America’s penis?” he laughs to the gasps of the passer-bys. He gives them a quick wink before continuing on.
“EW! Really?”
“Look at a map and tell me I’m lyin’. But seriously, all settled in?”
“For the most part, classes start next week. I was already over, checked it out. Makes the New York one look super old.”
“I’ll make sure to tell Alex all about it.” Miles quips, “Glad you are ok though.”
“You miss me?”
“Yeah, the place hasn’t been dusted since you left.”
“Har har” Morgan says flatly, “I’ll let you go back to doing whatever, but I just...”
The line goes silent for a moment, he almost wonders if the call dropped but something on the side catches his attention, which means she’s nervous, “Morgan, I can hear you chewing on your lip from here and I can’t even see you. Out with it.”
“I ran into Chrissy.”
Miles pauses for a moment and swallows the breath he sucked in the minute he heard that name, “Oh.”
“I guess Chrissy is gonna be back in New York soon to help finish up Jack and Lanah’s house. I thought I should give you a heads up.”
Miles drops his head and almost whispers out, “I appreciate it, Morgs....”
“Milo, listen....” she follows up quickly but-
“I gotta go, the plane is taking off in a few hours, still gotta go home and shower.” there he goes again. Run Milo run.
Quiet for a moment, before she sighs in defeat, “Right...be safe.”
“You too.” he goes to hang up but before he does-
“And Milo, be true to yourself. Bye”
And with that she hangs up. Miles is taken back by the rudeness the call ending but even she knows
That sweet 19 year old girl has more sense than what is in his head, that is apparently full of fucking rocks.
Willy Wonka Got Nothing on Us
“The Golden Ticket”
Miles sits on the stairwell of the Vegas hotel that he gets to call home now and again. He fiddles with his phone in his hand.
“That ticket can lead to just about anything you can possibly imagine. You know between myself, Agostino and Lincoln....we’ve all had interesting moments in SCW. Those two though, they got their gold before me. I have hit a lot of road blocks, a lot of trolls and a lot of naysayers....telling me what I can and can’t do or be.”
He scoff for a moment, looking off to the side as if he’s waiting for someone to appear, “It’s rather weird, I actually thought for certain that I was going to go into SummerXxxtreme, on a very different path but instead here we are, lads. Potential for so much more. Who, at the end of this triple threat will stamp their ticket. It’s a big opportunity for one of us to prove that we are more than the sum of our parts.”
“We three, we know each other....I’m surprised at this point, that we’re not hitting the bar after the show. In fact, this round is on me, mostly because I gotta apologize somehow for the atrocities that I am about to commit.”
That evil smirk that gets the swoon appears, as he brushes his hair from his face, “You see...I’m the kinda asshole that realizes what he has at the zero hour. I used to be the one that realized it when it was too late and I fucked a lot of things up. I’m trying to rectify that by showing that somehow Milo can indeed get his shit together. I need to prove it to my mum, my sister, Morgan...Bella...and a few others that know what I mean. I need to put the idea in my head, that my arse is far far better than I am giving myself credit for.”
“That’s the problem with all of us, innit? We sell ourselves short. We all have people that believe but we all have a deterers. Sometimes, it’s those that know we’re better than they want to give us credit for, that are indeed the loudest. I’m not here to tell you guys that I am better, because....well you got there first. But at the end of the day, the haire lost the race.” he stands up and leans against the railing, shoving his phone into his back pocket. “I’m going to be the one that stamps his ticket to the ship. Because even the idiot catches the break. Even the fool gets the luck. To the victor, goes the spoils. Or in this case, the Golden Ticket. ....to what, who only knows. But only one of us can find out....and lads, I intend for me to be Charlie....”
“By the by....Grandpa Joe? ....what a lazy arsehole!”
