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Valencia Vicory
Michael laughed as he watched some of the swimmers goofing off on the plane as we waited for take off. Rebecca and I started getting everyone to sing part of “Call Me Maybe” and dance around. Missy Franklin, a new comer to the Olympic games seemed to fit right in with the swim team, joining Rebecca and me in every goofy scheme we came up with.
The three of us girls sat down in a row together, viewing our video and laughing, all it needed was a few more shots once we got to London and it would be perfect! I turned to Missy, starting to get to know her better.
“So I’ve heard that you and Michael Phelps have been dating for four years.” Missy said, glancing at over where Michael was sitting next to Ryan.
“Yeah, they have. What I want to know is why you two aren’t married yet!” Rebecca asked, smiling at Sofia, my synchronized swimming partner, who turned around in her seat in front of us to join our conversation.
“Seriously! You two are so ridiculously in love with each other I’m surprised you aren’t engaged yet!” Sofia said, probably thinking of all the practices that Michael had picked me up from with flowers or some other kind of a surprise.
I blushed at their questions. “Michael knows that I wanted to focus on London. This is going to be my last Olympics before I retired. Tabitha has offered me a job helping her coach dance and that’s all I’m going to be doing soon.” I said.
“I bet he proposes soon.” Missy said matter of factually, brushing the conversation off, sensing my discomfort.
We all joked around for a little while longer before we all fell asleep on top of each other, waiting our arrival in London. I woke up to Rebecca poking me repeatedly. I groaned and glanced up at her and Missy who held their fingers up to their lips, telling me to be quiet. I nodded at them, raising my eyebrow to get them to explain why they were interrupting my sleep. Their only response was to hold up a sharpie, and hold one out to me. Grinning back at them I caught onto their scheme.
We made our way around the plane, lightly drawing the Olympic rings and writing ‘V.R.M. are the best’ on everyone of the swimmers. Stopping at where Michael was sleeping, I smiled and wrote ‘I LOVE VALENCIA VICORY, VICORY FOR VICTORY’ on his arm. Giggling, we collapsed back into our seats, drawing what we had written on everyone else onto each other, smiling at each other. Hours later we finally landed in London, everyone else groaning about our antics. Getting off the plane, the three of us girls were booed by our teammates who were mad about us attacking them with sharpies. We just laughed at them, and dashed to the Olympic Village where we would all be cooped up for the games.
On our way to the Village, Michael and I were flocked by a couple of reporters. Shrugging at each other we stopped to chat with them. After answering countless questions about our relationship, Michael got questioned about his sharpie tattoo.
“Vicory for Victory,” a reporter said, turning back to her camera to sign off the interview. Michael and I kissed briefly, parting once we got to the village to go to our separate rooms.
“You two are like three year olds.” I stated, walking into the room I was going to be sharing with Rebecca and Missy seeing the two jumping on their beds.
“Shut up and join us.” Rebecca giggled.
“Come on Ms. Vicory, Victory.” Missy teased, pulling me up onto the bed next to her. Laughing I joined in on their shenanigans. Once we had fulfilled our bouncing quotas for the day we busted out the video camera, deciding to finish our film.
Missy and I fell over laughing as we watched the male swimmers get more and more into our film as Rebecca did a few shots of her singing in the pool, while twirling around. I was still laying on the pool deck laughing when my synchronized swimming coach, Thomas, and Sofia came over, telling me to get up and go over our routine. I was shocked out of my fit of laughter when Thomas threw me in the pool. I emerged pouting at me coach.
“Don’t give me that look V. Just go through your routine.” Thomas said, sitting down in a chair as Sofia helped me out of the pool so we could go through it all together. I floated in the pool, breathing heavily after Sofia and I finished our routine. I felt Michael’s arms wrap around me and a smile graced my lips.
“Hey you.” Michael said, smiling down at me, treading water to keep us both afloat.
“Hey, long time little see.” I said back softly.
“Yeah. I’ve missed you.” Michael pouted. I leaned up and pecked him softly on the lips.
“We just have to get through London then we’re done, right?” I said softly, trying to reassure both of us. “After this we will sit around in our pjs all day and grow fat together.”
“Of course. Sounds perfect.” Michael whispered, pressing his lips against mine. I felt the need and the urgency in his kiss. I swam to the edge of the pool, knowing that he was following me I made my way to his room, kicking Ryan out with just a pleading look.
Michael entered the room, shutting the door behind Ryan’s hasty retreat. Spinning around I kissed him hard, pulling him to the bed, knowing that we both needed this reassurance.
