Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•Swimming Pools•

Yuri's Point Of View

My afternoon had only been filled with stressful shopping trips that drove me crazy.

I had shopped for hours trying to find an outfit that would work for the party while Phicit FaceTimed me with what he called "moral support."

And his version of moral support was acting like he was the Gordon Ramsay of fashion.

Shopping had officially taken over my day.

"Yuri, put that back down, it's hideous!" he said as he violently yelled through my phone screen.

"But I see everyone wearing these!" my eyes scanning the fabric of the dark blue flannel in front of me.

"Just because everyone else wears it doesn't mean it's actually acceptable."

You could hear Phicit scoff uncontrollably as he put down my fashion sense.

"Why would people wear it then?"

"It's a mystery to me."

"Well, I like it," I said as I started walking away with the shirt under my arm.

"Yuri, you put that down right now or you can forget coming tonight. I will not tolerate this horrible decision."

"Jesus. Fine Mom."

And that was how every single conversation and store went until I finally found something that "brought out my inner fire."

A direct quote from Phicit himself.

I ended up buying a fleece-lined denim jacket and a grey distressed t-shirt to go under it.

I guess I'd just wear black jeans with the outfit, since I got a 3 hour lecture about denim on denim being a sin.

I was more than ready to go home at this point.

So I dragged my feet to my hotel room and started getting ready for a long, long night.

I figured I would slick my hair back because it made me look slightly less nerdy than usual.

It pretty much did the job.

I made two pieces of my hair fall delicately in front of my face perfectly, just like Victor had done that one night.

Like he said, "confidence suited me well."

Well, if confidence suited me well, maybe I should even put contacts in?

Hmmm, well.....

It wouldn't hurt.

I was already trying too hard at this point anyways.

I carefully took off my bulky, blue glasses and set them aside for the night.

The second I finished putting my contacts in, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and......

For a second, it didn't even seem like it was my reflection.

Maybe my glasses weren't the only thing I was setting aside for the night after all.

Maybe it was my insecurities.

My anxiety.

My constant doubting.

And that tendency to stutter out the words that I easily let go of in my head.

Maybe, just maybe.....

I was finally becoming the person I'd always wanted to be.