When in Sochi

My Heart Meltskie for Cleski ♡

I sighed and put on my beige cashmere sweater. 26 year old Kira has good fashion.

But she's still a horrible person, I said in my head as I stared at my reflection in the mirror ruefully.

I slipped into my burgundy leggings and chestnut boots. If my 16 years old body wore these leggings, they would just slip off my microscopic nonexistent butt.

I grabbed a Burbury trench coat (26 year old Kira seems rich too) and walked out my hotel suite.

Walking up to the front desk in the lobby, I sighed and, with deep remorse, asked for a chauffeur.

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"Olympic Village?" The cute looking but totally too young for my 26 year old self asked from the driver's seat.

"Yes, please," I replied nervously while clutching my beige Michael Kors.

He made three lefts and a right and finally came across a large gated compound. Suddenly my phone started to ring.

It was.. HAHAHAHA! Shrimp Dick Boner.

"Hey Mr. Bay-ner," I said slowly, correcting myself along the way.

"Meet us at the iceberg palace," he said in a gruffly impatient voice. "Our camera crew is all there, we just gotta introduce you to your new...client."

How he said CLIENT though... Kinda SUSSSS.....

"Thanks sir, I'll be there soon," I answered as I hung up. "Ok, Mr. Driver. Take me to Iceberg Palace, please."

It didn't take very long to get there. The structure was magnificent and modernesque, with cerulean translucent glass panes adorning the surface.

Echoes of excitement from the rink can be heard from the arena. My boots made a nice click-clack sound against the nice smooth floor.

Nick Boehner directed me to meet him at Gate AB.

Ok, let's find gate AB.

It took me like 10 minutes to find it. Prior to that, I was walking around like the idiot I am.

"Kira!" A voice called me impatiently.

I looked and it was Nick.

"Coming," I mustered a smile.

I walked over and sat with him near the judges' panel. A short track race was going on right now. A men's one. Oooh La La....

"So," Nick took a sip of his coffee while Gretchen handed me a caramel flan latte from the Soviet Starbucks. "You're gonna be the new publicist for.... Do you see that kid over there?"

I looked towards where he was pointing. It was a guy in a short track racing suit all geared up.

"Yeah," I answered.

"You're his new publicist. His name is John Robert Celski, but he likes to go by JR. He's a great kid. You know what, I don't think his race starts until an hour, so I'll introduce you to him."

My boss gestured me to follow and we went down the steps into the rink towards the waiting area. As we approached the boy, he sort of anticipated our arrival and walk to us first.

"Hey Mr. Bay-ner!" The boy said in a friendly voice and shook his hand.

At least he didn't say boner.

"JR," Nick nodded a gruffly hello and cleared his throat. "This is your new publicist. Her name is Kira Young, and she will be handling all your affairs."

Right when he saw me, I can see his jaw drop and his eyes grow huge through his competition glasses.

He immediately removed his helmet.

HOLY SHIT HE WAS A BEAUTIFUL BOY.

He had cheery soft brown eyes and a soft looking face and his hair... Omg....... He is so... Omg... I checked him out from head to toe and blushed. Through his spandex-y suit, I noticed the outline of his-

"-it's polite to shake hands with your clients," Nick said loudly and sarcastically, interrupting my fantasy.

"Right," I blushed and shook JR's hand. "Hi. Kira Young."

I nearly fainted.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kira," he flashed me a cute smile as he ran his fingers through his hair.

That's it. That's enough. I think I'm gonna have a frickin heart attack, as my chest throbbed in sweet pain. Suddenly I couldn't breath and my eyes began to swoon with infatuation. My head started to spin and I felt like I was high.

"Are you okay?" JR asked, a concerned look on his beautiful, beautiful, ever so beautiful face.

I was probably red, because I felt my cheeks burn up.

I took a deep breath and stuttured, "yeah, yeah.... I think I'll be fine."

"Pull yourself together Young," Nick said, anger and annoyance rising in his tone of voice.

"Excuse me for I minute," I smiled pathetically as I awkwardly walked away. "I... I gotta... I gotta take a breather. And a nice cold drink. And maybe some Aspirin, I don't know. I just gotta do something about my.... Breathing issues."

I AM SO LAME. OMFG....

"Breathing issues?" a line formed between JR's perfect brows as he looked at me. "I have an extra unopened inhaler if you want?"

"I'm fine," I wheezed. "Just... Don't worry about me."

I awkwardly turned around and power-walked out of the rink.

"I don't know what's gotten into her lately," I heard Nick explain.

"She seems like a funny person!" JR said enthusiastically. You can hear the smile in his voice.

I ran into the public restroom and checked under the stalls for any lingering feet. I want to make sure no or hears me.

When I was certain no one was in the restroom with me, I screamed.

And as I fan-girled over this boy whom I only spoke to for a couple seconds, I felt sixteen again.