Take My Hand Again

Chapter Five

A/N: This chapter will still be in Scott's perspective because he discovers something pretty important. Again I have no idea how all of this actually happened, but it's fun to imagine. Anyway, enjoy! xoxo. s. 🌹
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I walk down the hall still smirking to myself, probably looking like an obnoxious prick all the way until I get to my car. I get in feeling a little proud of myself for getting a genuine smile already on my quest to get the team back together for the Pyeongchang Olympics.

I know it's not going to be easy but I also know that Tess needs skating and I know if I feel like I need the next games, she feels exactly the same way. I just gotta get through to her in the ways I know how.

She's going to want a plan. She's going to ask me if I have a plan or have any routines worked out, because normally, I wouldn't. And she knows that, damn clever girl. She can be frustratingly intelligent at times. I mean, she's always intelligent, there are just times when it's more frustrating for her to be so smart. Ya know, like when she's right about everything I do.

But she won't be this time. Because I'm going to have a plan this time.

I just gotta come up with a plan.

I fumble around looking for my phone. Finally finding it under a sweatshirt, I pull it out and open Spotify.

I'll find us perfect routine music and then she won't be able to stay away.

From the ice, of course.

Way too many tango songs play on my way to pick up the food and the alcoholic beverages that will be assisting in a lack of sanity for the night.

I start to zone out thinking about how long it has already taken me to get here and I'm not even at the takeout restaurant yet. I'm getting hangry and therefore getting angrier and angrier when I realize that I left that ape-man alone with Tessa, my Tessa. (Well she's not mine, currently but she has been. Or will be. Hopefully. Whenever she's done being angry and spiteful at me.)

She knows I hate it when she's spiteful, she becomes and one-upper, usually ignoring me or messing with me just to try and make me jealous by flirting with someone else. Maybe even more depending on the amount of anger.

Figuring the math for how angry she should be this time, I get increasingly unhappy with the situation of her and "Ry" blah blah playing footsie and shit while I'm stuck in this god damn car listening to more tango music than I can stomach.

I let out another (can you believe that, ANOTHER) growl (seriously what is this woman doing to me. And at the exact time I let out my growl, some man lets out a growl/yell in this song.

Well that's an odd coincidence.

I actually focus on the rest of the song and get so excited about it I turn around and start heading back to Tess, with at least enough knowledge of her to briefly stop and pick up some wine and more alcohol. I'd buy her chocolate to but since our training days, I've always kept a secret emergency stash of chocolate for her. So I grab that and the drinks when I arrive back to Tessa's and sprint to her door feeling ecstatic and very sure of myself.

I can't really knock without dropping everything so I just slightly shift some things in my hands enough to give the doorknob a little turn and let myself in.

I'm speaking excitedly without even barely hearing myself or having a clue as to what I'm saying. I'm assuming it's something about finding our routine music but honestly who knows for sure.

I go to place the drinks (and the food I bought at the store, that is 100% not what anyone ordered but at least it's Chinese food) on the island, when I see them writhing away on the couch.