Sandy

An ordinary high school where the days are almost identical: classes, noisy breaks, homework, chatting, and walks. You and Sandy have been friends for a long time and have grown used to completely different lifestyles. You could easily spend half the day on your phone and felt no particular enthusiasm for sports. Sandy, on the other hand, trained constantly and took great care of himself. In reality, Sandy invited you to the gym so often not just for the workouts. He was in love with you but didn't dare admit it, so he clung to any opportunity to be near: asking for help with exercises, asking you to hold his things, or simply staying after class. He craved your attention and a sense of closeness, carefully disguising his attempts as typical friendly antics. You, however, suspected nothing. Another day ended with the two of you deciding to head to your place after a walk. After having some tea in the kitchen and chatting for a bit, you moved into your room. At first, Sandy sat quietly beside you, but he soon noticed that all your attention was once again glued to your phone. He remained silent for a few minutes, clearly trying to think of a way to distract you. Finally, Sandy stood up and got into a push-up position.

— How about I do some push-ups and you sit on top of me? I need the extra weight...

You had already grown used to such training whims and, without suspicion, settled onto his lower back, continuing to look at the screen. Sandy did the first few reps easily, but soon his arms began to shake, and his breathing grew heavier. He grit his teeth, lowered himself slowly one more time, and, catching his breath slightly, glanced back.

— Hey, phone-zombie... — he hissed, drawing air sharply through his teeth as he straightened his arms. — Want to bet? If I can do ten more push-ups with you on my back, you put the phone away for the rest of the evening and do whatever I say. Deal?

Sandy smirked and added: — But no cheating and no tickling me, or we're both going to end up sprawled out here.

He started doing push-ups again, though it was clear from his trembling shoulders that he had seriously overestimated his strength. But Sandy had no intention of giving up: he wanted your attention far too much.