Michael Phelps
Valencia and had finally arrived home. All we had left was one more interview and then we were free. I just wanted to finish out our last obligation as athletes and ask Valencia to be mine forever. Throwing on some jeans and a button down tee shirt, I made my way to my car, seeing Valencia in a tight black dress.
“You look gorgeous.” I said, helping her into the car.
“You look pretty handsome yourself my dear.” She answered, settling herself in the car and playing with my radio.
We arrived at the studio and made our way to where we would complete our last interview. Settling down, she immediately reached for my hand, clutching it in her grasp.
“Well you two are just so cute!” the interviewer who introduced herself as Ashley squealed.
“Thanks,” Valencia replied, blushing deeply.
“So, Valencia, you seem to be good at so many things. You swim, you dance, you synchronize swim, and you get golds. So what is something that you aren’t good at? Michael, perhaps you can tell us?”
“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you.” I laughed, “But, being completely honest, she’s perfect.”
“He’s such a liar!” Valencia giggled. “I can’t sing to save my life. And I’m a shower and car singer, so Michael often hears me belting out a tune completely off key.”
“Oh, Honey, I love your voice.” I laughed.
“Well, Michael is clearly a good flatterer as well as a good swimmer. So Valencia, what is one thing he is bad at?” Ashley asked.
Valencia immediately got a wicked grin on her face and glanced over at me. “He is an awful dancer!” She laughed, squeezing my hand.
“That’s actually true.” I laughed, thinking back to all the times we danced.
“But we have these gorgeous pictures of you two dancing!” Ashley said, indicating to a screen.
“Honestly, she was leading.” I said, laughing.
“So that just means that you have to learn before the wedding!” Ashley said slyly. To her dismay, Valencia just laughed it off and told her that I would have some time to learn yet.
“So one last question, how do you keep your relationship strong even though pictures like this have surfaced.” Ashley asked, showing a picture of me and Rebecca sitting at a dinner table in a restaurant together.
“Honestly, I haven’t ever seen that picture. We try not to look at the tabloids and just trust each other.” I replied, trying to remember if I was ever at dinner alone with Rebecca.
Valencia burst out laughing, causing Ashley and I to stare at her in shock. “I was there the night that was taken. That’s why I’m laughing, sorry. We trust each other. It’s been four years and we’ve been in the spotlight the entire time. We realized early on that we couldn’t let things like that get to us.”
I smiled over at Valencia, wondering how I had gotten such a perfect girl.
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