Golden Boy

Grant Golden. Athletic All-star. Social superstar. Big Brother. Hunky Heart-breaker. Practically Perfect.

[grantfromgreece]

intheleadlegume:

“It’s so annoying, they shouldn’t be allowed in if they can’t manage those simple little tasks, you know?”

“Oh, I know.”

“Maybe they should have one of those cheesy after school special type videos that anyone who hasn’t been to a gym has to watch before they can even step foot inside this door.”

[grantfromgreece]

songbirdi:

“Greece! That’s cool,” she replied, determined not to glance at his pectorals again. “I’ve always wanted to visit there,” Birdie commented thoughtfully, and then had to think hard about his question. Her father never really explained how they got to Neverland exactly. “Well,” she started, and then frowned, giving a little sigh. “I’m not sure. It’s an island; my father keeps his maps and charts to himself, so I wouldn’t be able to point it out.” She felt herself blush a little, suddenly very aware of how little she knew of the place she called home.

He agreed with her statement by nodding his head slightly; Greece really was pretty great. Seeing her cheeks redden, he offered a friendly smile and a shrug. “Hey, that’s fine. I’m just glad it’s not some place everybody’s suppose to now about or something. Like, if it were a few hundred kilometers from Greece’s border that would be embarrassing with all those local geography classes my mom made us take growing up.”

[grantfromgreece]

songbirdi:

It shouldn’t have surprised Birdie how much bigger his hand was compared to hers, but it did, and she suppressed a girlish giggle. When he said his full name, she couldn’t help but appreciate how well it complemented him; golden name, golden physique. She shook his hand perhaps a moment too long, lost in thought, until she realized he’d asked a question. “Oh,” she let go of his hand and smiled. “Neverland,” she replied and then nodded at him. “What about you?”

Grant smiled when he realized Bridget was too distracted to answer his question for a moment, not that she’d know about the cheeky reason behind his well rehearsed Golden smile. “Greece.” His answer making him realize how long it had been since he’d seen his siblings he’d left when he came to school. “Where is that exactly,” he turn the conversation back around to focus on her. “Neverland?”

[grantfromgreece]

songbirdi:

Bringing a hand to the back of her neck, Bridge smiled up at the man, before pulling the towel off her shoulder. “I’d just like to get some energy out at the end of the day, and still be able to keep up with the folks back home when I go back,” she stated, tilting her head slightly. “I’d love for you to help me tone up a little,” she added, lids lowering slightly as she contrarily gave a demure smirk. “I’m Bridget by the way,” she told him, reaching out a hand to shake.

He took her hand and as usual enjoyed how his hand seemed to almost entirely encase hers, giving a firm, but far from painful shake before releasing it. “Grant,” he paused, “Golden.” He had no idea if his last name would mean anything to her, but he liked the way his full name sound; confident and important. Two things he considered himself to be. “So where exactly is back home?”

[grantfromgreece]

luisaoldenburg:

“You haven’t seen a red velvet tank top lying around have you? I think it fell out of my laundry basket.” @grantfromgreece

“No, I haven’t, but damn do I wish I had.”

[grantfromgreece]

songbirdi:

Bridget pressed her lips together to stop the grin his comment had caused. “I’ll be sure to work it,” she replied, cocking a brow and facing him a little more head on. As he said that it’d take much longer to get anything close to what he was at, a teensy, competitive part of her was offended, until she pictured herself with arms like his, and she laughed. “Oh, I’m not going for that sort of look. Not that it’s a bad look, it’s a really, really…” she trailed off a moment, eyes set on his toned arms, before slightly shaking herself and smiling up at him. “Good look for you,” she finished, and then chuckled despite her brain bouncing on her for a moment.

He nodded, somewhat amused and very pleased that she not only allowed his flirty remark, but encouraged it. He thought she was encouraging it at least, and that was enough. “Glad to hear it, because I don’t know the first thing about helping to sculpt a female body builder.” He was also glad to hear that because over muscular women were not something he fancied. “However, getting a good sweat out of you and maybe helping you tone up a little, that’s something I could do with my eyes closed.” And he’d prefer to do that with his eyes closed and his head on his pillow.

[grantfromgreece]

intheleadlegume:

“Nah it’s fine, on the same page. It’s disgusting when they do that, and they never put the weights back on the rack and it drives me mad.”

“Those are the worst things ever, because you’d think that's super obvious. Leave the gym like you found it. Is that so fucking hard?”

[grantfromgreece]

songbirdi:

Bridget smiled, grateful to have bumped into someone that seemed to have so much knowledge of the place. “I’ve never focused on anything specifically before, but lately I’ve just felt a little weaker than usual.” On the Roger and the island, Birdie spent a lot of time lifting heavy items, running through the woods, eating a diet of fresh fruit and fish. Every day was filled with some sort of physical activity, but in the few weeks she’d been at the school, her muscles hadn’t been put to good use at all. “You think I should focus on my legs?” She asked, glancing down at her legs, and then over her shoulder to see her backside, inadvertently propping her bum up on full display for the stranger and anyone else that might have been looking. “Could use some muscles; how long did it take you to get these?” She asked, turning her gaze back to the guy’s arms, and motioning with her hands to his biceps.

Grant was about to give her a little reminder of how important not to push yourself too much hen you’re starting up, especially if you’ve been feeling weak, but the train of thought was interrupted by her question. The answer to her question then interrupted by her admiring her own butt. It was a lovely sight to behold. “It really would be a shame if your lower body wasn’t focused on a least a bit.” he responded coolly, though it was more of a comment on her ass than a suggestion of what she should would out. “It took a while, but I assure you it would take much longer for you to get to anything close to this.” He flexed his arms a few times as he spoke, teasing her a bit.

[grantfromgreece]

songbirdi:

Turning away from the ridiculously muscled gym goer, Birdie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in, and headed in the direction of the locker rooms. She’d started slow, but spotting the labeled towel area, walked with confidence. Bridge smiled as she walked back to the elliptical and wiped down the handles. “I’ve never been to a gym before! I was feeling a little lame since I’ve gotten to school, and my brother suggested I try working out,” she shrugged, giving another smile as she finished toweling off the machine. “Any suggestions?” She asked, slapping the towel backwards over her shoulder, eyes trailing to his arms a moment, before meeting his gaze again. She unconsciously stood a little straighter, wanting to give a better impression.

“Your brother is right about working out. It does wonders to make you feel better.” Grant told her, hoping she would come around more often as a work out with some entertainment was much better than one without. “Just any old suggestion or are you hoping to focus on something specific? Like maybe legs?” He nodded at the machine she’d been on, thinking that was as good a place as any to start.

[grantfromgreece]

songbirdi:

“Oh, thank you! I will be right back.”

Grant nodded, watching her turn and head for the towel cabinet. It was marked, but Grant suspected if you didn’t now what you were looking for it could be easy to miss. He hadn’t exactly meant to stare, but she sure was fit for someone who didn’t go to the gym and it had been long -by his standards at least- since he had even kissed a girl. Finally he managed to pull his gaze from her before she turned around, standing up and quicky wiping down the seat of the leg press. “So, have you ever been to a gym before or are you totally new to this?”

[grantfromgreece]

intheleadlegume:

“Oh don’t worry man, I know, but I’m not done yet. That was just the first set.”

“Right... Well, I didn’t mean any offense. Just been getting a lot of new comers in the gym lately. Not all of them know the rules and I’d bet you know how annoying that can be.”

[grantfromgreece]

chandershah:

“Thanks. And no, I don’t think you’re a dick. I’d have hated to embarrass myself over not knowing about towels.”

“It’s fine. No one knows everything at first.”

“So, what bring you to the gym, newbie?”

[grantfromgreece]

songbirdi:

“Yeah, I was just looking for wipes or something, I’ve never been here before!”

“You look like someone who’d know where they keep them though. Feel like helping this newbie out?”

“I‘m always down for helping someone who wants to learn the ways of the gym.”

“Welcome to my home away from home. Towels are over near the locker rooms.”

[grantfromgreece]

chandershah:

“Oh! Uh, no. I didn’t know that. I’ve never been to a gym before. Is there a place with towels?”

“Yeah, I sorta figured. Towels are over there by the door. I hope you don’t think I’m a dick, it’s just good to learn gym courtesy early.”

[grantfromgreece]

“You do know you’re suppose to wipe the gym equipment down when you’re done with it, right? Even if you did just barely use it.”

[grantfromgreece]

Under Streetlights || Grant & Claire

[grantfromgreece]

claireeporter:

Claire didn’t often make a habit of drinking alone at dive bars but after a particularly rough day had chosen to grab a drink at the small bar near her apartment. Her students had been rowdy, she had yet to hear back about a funding opportunity for a new research project, and she was just overly exhausted. Much of the time she wished that she could return to the jungle. Life as an academic was even more draining than she imagined it would be, even after dragging herself through graduate school. Claire was just weighing the options of ordering another drink or heading home when a fresh drink was placed in front of her and a man took the seat next to her.

Wary but curious, she decided to offer the man a smile. “Why not. I could use some company she replied, her hand reaching out to grab the drink that was placed in front of her. “I don’t recall ordering this.” she commented, turning to look at the bartender who had already wandered away. 

“I did. Figured if you already had another drink you’d be more likely to stay a while longer and talk.” He shrugged and looked briefly down the bar. The two other women there were hand in hand with guys they came with and a conversation the few other townie barflies was far from Grant’s idea of a good night. “This isn’t exactly my scene and I have a feeling it isn’t yours either, but since we’re both here I think we should make the best of it, yeah?”

[lovelybrockohurn]