"Yuri!" I call,waving to him. Yuri walks over to me and smiles a bit. "You did great!" He looks at me with a sweet look. And of course I look back at him like he's teasing me. "Obviously not as good as you. But still, thanks," I say in a monotone voice, trying to hide how upset I am. I'm happy for Yuri but I feel like dirt standing next to him.
"Would you like to come back to the hotel after the interview?" I ask him. "Yeah! See you later?" He says, hearing the same calls for him that I do. "Yep." I say with a bit of a forced smile.
He turns around and leaves and I walk back to the dressing room, trying to avoid each and every fan and camera I come across.
I failed. I got to the Grand Prix Final and I failed. I got beat by a pig,a Canadian jackass and my best friend. 4th place feels like hell. This all is just pressure. I can't wait to leave with Yuri.
YOU ARE READING
I'll always be there for you.
RandomOtabek and Yuri hook up after the Grand Prix Final. {lmao that's it. I'm hella descriptive}