Cody Christian Imagines

Workout

Word Count: 1,628

Pairing: Cody x Reader

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The last time I attended the gym to workout was in the middle of my freshman year of college. New Year's Day had already passed and that's when I still believed in resolutions. For two weeks, two weeks, I went to the gym and worked my ass off like Doug Heffernan in that one episode of The King of Queens. All I wanted to start doing was stay in shape like any other average human being.

Sadly, it's all fun and games until someone can't workout anymore. Like I said, I started attending the gym in the middle of my freshman year and if you ask any other student, that's where the work really starts to come in. I got extremely busy with schoolwork from sun up to sundown, preventing me from wanting to have that summer body everyone has dreamed about.

Not only did school hold me back but so did my friends. When I was free from schoolwork, someone was handing out a party invite or they wanted to hang out with me. Saying no was out of the question when people invited me places because I didn't want to seem "rude" or "stuck-up". Therefore, I always preferred socializing over exercising. However, one of my friends had a different idea.

Cody told me that he got into the working out habit a couple of years while he was still filming for that show called Pretty Little Liars. His reason for wanting to start this healthy lifestyle was simple: he wanted to be fit. Like me.

Personally, I didn't know how he did it. He was constantly on the go for filming projects, yet he still had time to enter the gym and exit it looking... muscular as ever. Maybe it's because we lived different lifestyles; he was an actor while I was a university student. While he filmed, he had trainers on the side who somehow fit themselves into his busy schedule. Me on the other hand? I had a calendar hanging on my dorm wall and a planner in my bag, filled with exam dates, time for studying, and hangouts for friends. Yeah, we lived different lives.

Aside from all that, he's been trying to get me to workout with him since he started going to the gym himself. It wasn't like he was calling me fat or anything, it was just another way for us to hang out. And unlike my other friends, I declined Cody. Not today though, he wasn't having it.

"Cody, I can't!" I whined on the phone with him.

"No Y/N, you're coming to workout with me." he chuckled. "You've been stressed and I want you to stop feeling like that."

I pouted as if he could see me. "What is working out going to do? Isn't it going to just... make me more tired than I already am?"

"No." he dragged out. "Maybe a nice jog on the treadmill will help you out. Be ready in about thirty minutes." That clicking sound indicated that he had ended our convo by hanging up on me and there was no backing out of this one.

~*~

He was right though. The first thing I did was a 15-minute jog on the treadmill. Some of the anger I felt for that failed exam, the crazy drama currently going on between my best friend and some other girl, and the endless studying rolled off of my shoulders like a breeze. I stepped off the exercise machine feeling refreshed somewhat, wiping my face with a hand towel Cody let me borrow.

"How're you feeling?" he asked me as I made my way towards the water fountain.

"Okay. I think I could use something else though to get the full thing of anger out of me."