Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter 31 - Pushing Away In Every Direction.

{Pic above is just a cute AF pic of Ben so hey}

When AA left for tour, I was admittedly worried. Worried things wouldn't be the same as they were. I threw myself into training to get back in shape, as even though I had only missed a week of training, I could see the difference. I had to focus on training and practising and competing and that was it. I didn't have time to ponder James' plea for belief. Didn't have time to wonder if Denis was happy leaving me alone, or of he was miserable on tour with James. He'd lost some of his anger from the original fight to when they left, but I knew it was only the calm before the storm. I wondered if Denis, and the rest of the guys, would make it to see me compete. I wished for it with everything I had, even if I was still upset about Denis' mood before he left. He said goodbye, hugged me coldly, and left. No usual three hour goodbye and I love you and I miss you. He didn't call me every day. He didn't message me every second. I wondered if he was resisting, or if he just didn't care anymore. "Leda." I looked up at Cameron.

"Sorry." I blushed slightly. "Lost in my own mind." She laughed slightly. We boarded the plane to Brazil with Kyle, and were set to meet Roger and T.J. at a stop over in Mexico. All went off without a hitch. "We should go out for dinner." Kyle said flatly.

"I would actually rather die." I flopped onto the couch in our hotel room. A penthouse suite, with three bedrooms.

"Well, you can't. You have to train. I can't help a dead body." Roger sighed as he sat on my legs. I groaned as I struggled to pull my legs out from under his weight. "Oh come on, you're stronger than that." He laughed heartily.

"See you tell me that all the time, nut I'm beginning to think I'm not."

"Bitch you look like a body builder shut the fuck up." Cameron said sarcastically, popping a chip into her mouth as she sat on my hips beside Roger. They sat back and flipped through the channels on the big TV in front of us as if they weren't using me as the new couch.

"I won't anymore if you fucking crush me." I choked as Kyle sat on my back.

"You'll be fine," he started. "Nothing bad ever really happens to you." I had made a point not to tell Kyle about what happened with James. I didn't need him getting beat up by either James or Denis, after he starts the fight, or worrying about me. No one that was present needed to know, other than Cameron.

"You happened didn't you?" I muttered.

"I'm older bitch. You happened to me."

"You're welcome." T.J. stood in front of the couch, weighing his options. Rather than sit on my head like Kyle told him to, he sat beside it at the end of the couch. "You're my new favorite." He smiled proudly. After nearly half an hour of struggling, I managed to fight my way out of the pile of people on me like snow on top of a mountain.

"I knew you could do it."

"Fuck you, bud." I sighed and gave Roger the finger. As per usual, he over reacted, and I walked to my room that I shared with Cameron, and flopped onto the kind size bed. I fell asleep knowing I had to go to training camp at 6am tomorrow to work out and perfect and pretend that I'm gonna be able to do my routine. Honestly, at that point, I would have been amazed if I made it through the qualifying round. I missed a whole week of training, I was stressed beyond belief no thanks to the gang at home, and I honestly didn't feel ready.

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DENIS' POV

Honestly, I couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at the guy I thought was one of my best friends, all because of something that 'may or may not have' happened. I was angry at everyone else for not taking my side, and angry at Leda for even thinking about it for a second. There was no other way it could have possibly happened that night. Not a single way. "Hey," Ben ripped open the curtain of my bunk. "Coming out tonight?" I shook my head no.

"I'm gonna call Leda. I haven't hardly talked to her since we left. She must hate me."

"She couldn't hate you if she wanted to kid. But she'll love you just as much tomorrow. You haven't come out with us once." Without me inviting him, or even agreeing, Ben climbed into my bunk. I moved closer to the wall, not wanting to be pressed up against him. "Seriously, Denis. Come out with us. Put everything else away for a night. You can go back to locking yourself away in the morning." I sighed and closed my eyes. "We're getting worried about you, you know?" I looked at Ben, his face only inches from mine.

"But why?"

"You aren't eating anything. You don't sleep. You don't drink. You won't even fucking acknowledge James existing. You keep saying you're gonna call Leda but you never do." I turned away from him.

"You have no clue how I feel." I felt Ben's hand at my side.

"Denis, you have Leda. She wants you. Don't push her away because you can't deal with something that didn't even happen to you. Sort things out with James, and call Leda tomorrow." Ben's voice broke in sadness. "I just want my fucking family back." He climbed out of my bunk and I wiped a tear quickly before burying my face in my pillow. It hurt so much to hear that from Ben. I wanted more than anything for all of us to be back to normal. I wanted to be in Brazil with Leda and Cameron and I even missed Kyle, that asshole. I wanted to be there to support her when I knew she needed it most, and I couldn't even fucking kiss her goodbye. I couldn't pick up the phone and call her. I sighed and rather than wipe my face and get out of bed for the first time all day, I let the tears flow. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to go home and be with Leda, and it didn't matter to me if that seemed childish.

Short chapter cause God knows I'm out of ideas again. Odd considering I just put in such a big twist.

A small note: all the stuff about the Olympics, may or may not be correct. I did as much research as I could and tried to get most things right, but unfortunately I know I couldn't find everything. So, now that I've already told you the James Thing is purely fiction, I must inform you that lots of the Olympic information will be fiction if I cannot find the real information. Apologies.

Also I low key realized I can actually do whatever I want and brustoff is hella real so get ready for more possible otp-pain in the future

Love ya<3