#📂 ⤷ 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 : alexander / austin walker 01

[poetrysings]

had it been anyone else asking, alexander would easily avoid the question. he had been doing so for the past year and a half, using the skills he had learned as a teenager to switch and flip conversations to his advantage. he had done it with the press, his editor, fans and friends who had asked for a glimpse of his upcoming body of work— afraid to let them down. yet this wasn't just anyone, austin was someone alexander trusted and was flattered to have someone who enjoyed his work as a close friend. "i've rewritten the first two chapters about ten times in the past six months, man" he provided with a pitiful chuckle, trained eyes fixed on his friend to try and make sure he was safe while doing his set. "but, i might have something i feel not as ashamed showing to you— you really wanna read it? not even my editor has seen it yet. to be fair it may help, give me some perspective on what to do next."

at the suggestion, alex hummed thoughtfully. as a fan of austin's work and sports in general, it was in his best interest to help him maintain a healthy lifestyle, at least until the off-season started. however, who was he to say no to such delicatessen? "as long as your coach doesn't find out, i'm game. can't have a target on my head this early on. can we get some beers too? while we are at it, might as well, right?" he chuckled, helping the other set the bar in it's place. "when's the next game? how's the team treating you?"

who: austin + alex (@poetrysings) where: iron edge (gym)

"all i'm saying," austin said in between sets. he was lifting today, bench pressing with alex spotting him so he wouldn't die if he accidentally dropped the bar. but he wasn't pushing his max, he'd be fine, and he only had five left in this set and he'd hardly broken a sweat. "is that you have a really easy in with the ending of the last one. have you started the opening scene? it could literally continue right off of the last one." he wasn't trying to push, he was just dying for spoilers for his favorite series. and because his friend happened to be the author of said series...

he counted himself down and lifted the bar up onto its place before sitting up, running a hand over his head and shrugging off the tangent he'd been on. their jobs couldn't have been more different, but austin hated when people asked him why he wasn't simply catching more touchdown passes, so he quickly re-routed. "did you wanna grab something to eat? i could eat a whole pizza right now." not exactly on the team nutrition plan, but he'd manage. besides, sal's was right down the street.