Breaking News: Apparently, ‘Franz’ is officially not only a noun, but also a verb.
Before we go on, I’d like to take a moment to clarify something that I know will come up. Franz and I have a love and respect for each other, and we show each other in very strange ways. Like a fucked up brother/sister relationship where we just make fun of each other, hit each other, and then laugh our asses off. In fact, now that I say it, our relationship reminds me of the relationship I have with my real brother. Maybe the fucked up one is really just….me?! Anyways, I respect Franz no matter what he does or says. You kind of have to know him to deal with the shit he does, and to be perfectly fair to Franz, it goes the same for dealing with me. I seriously don’t know how he does it……… (in other words, no Ally’s were hurt in the making of this blog post)
With that being said, let’s begin.
It’s the end of the week, and I am at the gym doing an upper body training session with Franz. The laughs and the giggles are getting to us, and I am trying my damnedest to stay focused and not waste all of my energy on laughing at him.
By now, you know that Franz does things just to make me laugh; Like try to push me over, when I’m crouched down on the ground in between sets, catching my breath. I’ve learned to be prepared, and he hasn’t knocked me down, lately. Super proud of myself! Yet, I wasn’t expecting what he did do.
As I was showing off the super awesome, amazing, incredible, huge muscles in my arms, he went to squeeze the muscle to make fun of me, and while he did it, he slapped my bicep. This slap, left a red hand print on my already flush skin. Of course, I scream ‘Abuse!’, and in normal ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’ fashion, no one came to my rescue, because they know me better than that.
A little while later, Franz decided to add to his artwork on my body, and left a pretty ‘good job, buddy’ hand print on my shoulder. He’s hilarious.
As my training ends, and the thought of freedom from the gym lifts my spirits, we walk outside into the hot parking lot together, chatting. It’s Friday. We’re both a little giddy. We get to my car, and Franz pauses mid sentence from whatever nonsense he was talking about, and says something about how funny he is when he pours water on me. So hilarious, Franz. Really.
Without skipping a beat, he shakes is bottle of water towards me to scare me. I flinch, but it had the cover on it. Phew! Saved from the warm back wash splash to my face, that I (sadly) know so well….
Until he took the cover off.
He laughed his ass off, said “YOU’VE BEEN FRANZ’D!”, and walked off, leaving me soaking wet ….