Chapter 65 - 13
Chapter 13: "Crushes, Chaos, and Questionable Life Coaches"
From the very confused brain of Danny Fenton
Walking to school with Sam should've been chill. I mean, we were holding hands, the weather was perfect, and no ghosts had popped up trying to turn us into experimental smoothies yet.
But then Sam dropped the bomb.
"I upped my workout routine," she said casually, like she was talking about trying oat milk instead of revealing her secret identity as an Amazonian warrior princess.
I blinked. "Wait... what?"
She smirked, a little too pleased with herself. "You know I've always trained a bit at home, right? Villa gym, light cardio, yoga. That kind of thing. But now I'm on the full plan. The one you showed me. Push-ups, pull-ups, strength training. Everything."
I stared at her, trying not to picture her effortlessly bench pressing a full-grown moose.
"How much is 'everything' exactly?" I asked, already fearing the answer.
She held up her fingers like she was counting off her grocery list. "Twenty push-ups. Ten pull-ups. Clean roundhouse kicks. Full splits. I can out-squat Tucker and lift more than you."
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