The Doctor Is In

Background information: my grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and has been living with us for about 3 years. He currently lives on our middle floor. 

Its Winter break. Just got back from Israel, I have a week at home before school. Super siced! All I was going to do for that week is work out at the gym, work on my study abroad applications, and hang out with friends. I had already packed my luggage for school and I put it in the family room next to the kitchen, so when my dad got home he could just put in the car. My dad has this fear that I never pack on time and will forget leave my luggage at home. The funny this, I came back to school that January and forgot to bring my winter jacket. LOL. It  was awesome. 

Anyway, one day I was late for this step aerobics class at the gym at home. I was quickly trying to get ready (didn’t want to miss the step aerobics class because there like the fucking shit!) I noticed that I didn’t have spandex in my room, but I packed away like 3 or 4 pairs spandex in my luggage for school. So I sprinted uncontrollably downstairs, went directly to my luggage, and pulled out this pair of zebra spandex. Without even thinking, (and I have to admit I do this all the time at home), taking off my shorts (having nothing underneath), and hurrying to put on my zebra spandex. I was wearing sneakers already, and for some reason I had a hard time putting my leg and sneaker through the spandex aka I fell on the floor… butt out, spandex only on one leg in fetal position.

Awesome. 

As I get back up facing the kitchen, someone is staring at me. First of all, I was embarrassed because I mooned him. I was like dead fish flopping on the ground, ass out. Second of all, he was my grandfather’s doctor. Tall, scruffy, chocolate brown hair, light green eyes, early 30s. Semi Muscular, only does crunches and cardio at the gym (if I would have to guess). He was pretty hot. He was also getting a glass of water in my refrigerator, as he turned around to the family room, he saw me on the floor, ass out. 

Awesome.  

I paused. (still staring at him at this moment) 

Jaw dropped (and trying to cover my butt with my hand)

He smiled. 

I died. 

Me starting to murmur: "Um,  uh, i don't mmm...  

He walked back in the other room, where my grandfather lay. 

I died some more. 

Then, I turned red.

 

Quickly put my spandex and shorts back on.

Grabbed my ipod.  

Leave my house.

Went to the Gym.Worked the shit out of my body.

Ate at California Tortilla.

Grabbed frozen yogurt.

Come back home.

My dad and mom eating dinner.

Stare at me.

Stare at them.

They burst out laughing.

Thats cool. 

To be honest though, I still will probably change my clothes wherever I want, but now with caution.