[cashewmanz]

That morning, Aaron awoke to his normal routine. He showered, ate breakfast, and was just about to head out the door to go back to the high school when his father stopped him. He got a little red in the face, both out of fear and annoyance at being blocked. "Morning, Dad," he said coolly.

"Aaron, you've been home for a week and I haven't seen you work out once," he pointed out.

"I didn't realize I had to be when I was on vacation."

"You do if you want to start next season. If you've gone flabby by the time training camp starts the coach will kick your ass out of there."

"How do you know, Dad? I've got a high metabolism; I'm young. I can stand to take a little break from the exercise to enjoy break a little," Aaron sighed.

"My son doesn't do that. My son fulfills his duties as a member of the team. He goes to the gym and makes his father proud. Don't you?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I was headed to the gym just now. My old coach was going to help me with some things."

"Now that's what I like to hear. You know as a father your well being means everything to me," he kissed his son and let him go.

The drive to the high school felt long after that, with Aaron stewing in half baked rage at his father. He hated feeling so tied down like this but obviously didn't have many choices. He made his way to Keith's office once more, and knocked on the door to be let in. "Coach?"