"THE WORLD CAN BE A NASTY PLACE, YOU KNOW IT I KNOW IT YEAH YEAH!" Tatiana screamed as she danced in her kitchen while trying to bake Norwegian oatmeal cookies. She had been in the kitchen since early morning trying to satisfy her cravings for sweets and cookies. Tatiana had already made cinnamon buns, chocolate balls, and love treats. The pastries stood at the dining table on plates and in lunch boxes.
It's been a month since she last spoke to Max and if one asked her how she was coping she would most likely either ignore the question or compare it to different stages of a breakup with a boyfriend someone loved a lot. Her stress baking and singing breakup songs was her way of dealing with the shit going on all around her.
Kelly was still apparently acting as if nothing had happened and if it had she had probably already managed to put all the blame on Tatiana. Not to mention that apparently, things weren't going that well between Charles and Alexandra since Tatiana could almost no longer count on both her hands on how many times he had texted her during this month for advice on what to do when a relationship is about to burn down.
Tatiana would always sigh as soon as she saw the notifications. She barely knew the guy; quite frankly, single life is highly underrated. The amount of freedom she currently is finding herself with just proves it to be honest.
"You should create a Tinder profile," Tatiana screamed, jumping away from the counter as she turned around to look at the person who had managed to sneak into her apartment.
"What the hell is wrong with you Isadora!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. In my defence, I did use your doorbell but you weren't answering. Besides, your door was unlocked." Her friend explained as if that answered all the questions Tatiana wanted to ask.
"Since when did you stop having manners? Anyway, that's not the point. What do you want?" Tatiana asked as she put her hands on her hip. "And where did the topic of creating a Tinder profile come from?"
Isadora shrugged as she walked up to the counter and sat on it. "I've always had manners, I just don't find them necessary when it comes to you. What do I want? I want you to stop acting like a heartbroken bitch who got her heart broken by her simping boyfriend over misunderstandings. And the topic of creating a Tinder profile? Girl, you're pathetic and miserable whenever you're single and going on a date would help you. Besides, I've heard that some of the Olympians are on there."
Tatiana sighed. Sometimes she wondered why she even was friends with Isadora. However, she couldn't deny that her friend's got a point. She was acting quite pathetic at the moment and she was definitely miserable.
"Which Olympian are you even hinting at?" Tatiana wondered. She was curious. Last time she checked, a lot of things had happened during the Olympics, at least when it came to the romance part.
Paris sure had lived up to the nickname of being the city of love, if one were to ask what her opinion was about that.
"I'm obviously talking about Gustavo Lindberg ." Isadora rolled her eyes. Tatiana scoffed as she crossed her arms.
"I'd never have a chance with Lindberg."
"Girl," Isadora raised one of her eyebrows as she looked at Tatiana. "Didn't you have a crush on him?"
"Yes, Isadora. I did have a crush on him. I still kind of do. But I don't need Tinder to chat with him. I could just send him a direct message on Instagram. I mean, the guy's tall, his curly hair looks so good and he's like really handsome, to be honest with you. I can't lie, Dora, I always felt speechless whenever he used to send me selfies on Snapchat." Tatiana explained, ignoring the way her best friend's eyes turned from judgemental to shocked.
"What the fuck, Tatiana?! How come I've never known about this?"
"It didn't feel important back then. Now, want some cookies?"
"No! You're telling me, I had to suffer through you dating certified assholes, when you could have ended up dating THE Lindberg?!"
"Isadora. He's just a man. Stop acting as if he's some kind of person God sent down to earth."
"Shut up. I'm mad at you." Isadora grabbed the tray of cookies from the counter before she jumped down and walked towards Tatiana's living room. Left behind, Tatiana couldn't help but slightly laugh at her disgruntled friend.
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Gentle with me | MAX VERSTAPPEN
Fanfiction"He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be, so I think he wants to be gentle with me." --- "You are the one for me, and it will always be you. In every lifetime I will choose you." OR In which a retired rowing star slowly falls in love with her b...
