Yuri!!! On Ice Book 1

Chapter 19

**Author's Note!** 

Hey guys! So, I have news. I don't know if it's good or bad, you tell me, I just performed my short program an hour ago.... And I saw the video. Hm. My jumps didn't jump, my spins fell out, and my footwork was sloppy. My coach said I did really well and I just looked at her like are you sure about that? Anyway as I re watch the video for the third time I cringe and groan, at least I have the excuse that I only had like a week to practice it? I forgot a good part of the routine as well, and just kind of did a back scratch spin. Before every jump I had to stop and ruin the flow. OUCH! Even the arms, I literally just raise them gracefully in a curve above my head before I begin, it looks like I'm beating pigeons away. So, I'm pretty much disgusted by my performance, and on top of that am bummed because the camp's over and I won't be able to have regular ice time until September. I'm also not going to see my friend until then as well which I'm really annoyed about, after being on the ice for only a week she's already doing a waltz jump! Like holy crap she's already kind of better than I am at stuff and she's only skated for a week, I'm really proud of her though. Anyway, sorry this was kind of depressing, but on the bright side here's a chapter to chase away the blues! I hope it works for me anyway, I'm really excited to write this chapter and the next chapter because I already started outlining it in my head and know exactly what's going to happen, and HOLY CRAP, you guys will love it! I hope. Enjoy!

Yurio's POV 1st Person Omniscient

We arrive home exhausted after our long trip to the mall. As I swing open the apartment door I make a beeline for the fridge, Otabek following. I don't know if I'm hungrier or thirstier, but as I open the door to the fridge my stomach drops. Hungrier, definitely, hungrier. Otabek peers over my shoulder at the contents of my fridge, half a carton of spoiled milk, and a small tin of Potya's refrigerated cat food. "Right," I say apologetically, "I was going to do the shopping before I left for Japan, but since I was leaving I just sort of let myself...run out," I trail off awkwardly, "Sorry, my apartment's kind of a disaster zone, in every respect."

"That's okay," Otabek says, "Back home mine wasn't any better, the only reason I stayed alive was because my parents cooked." I laugh, "Do you know any good coffee shops around here?" Otabek asks me, glancing at the clock which reads 6:07 pm, "We have to let the bed people in at 7, so we'll have to get dinner after, we have time for coffee though," He says, 

"Um, there's a small Starbucks just down the street," I say, trying to make up for my lack of practical life skills, "We could walk down there." Otabek nods, and we make our way back to the door. "Crap," I mutter as Potya sits next to it, waiting expectantly, 

"What?" Otabek says staring from the cat to me, 

"She heard me say walk," I explain, and at the word her ears perk up,

"So...?" Otabek says, still looking confused,

"So, she wants to go for a walk." I say, grabbing her leash and harness from a small basket on a shelf.

"You walk your cat?" Otabek says blankly, looking at me like I'm insane.

"Yes, she likes to be walked." I say attaching her leash, "Let's go." We walk out the door, Potya on her leash trotting happily beside me. I catch Otabek shaking his head quizzically, staring at the cat on a leash, "Don't worry," I say, "The Starbucks is animal friendly" Otabek laughs and reach the warm coffee shop. The bell tinkles as we enter, and I grab Potya's lead automatically, as she jumps to try and reach the bell. I drag her away from the door and order at the counter, Otabek doing the same. We place our orders with the smiling blue-haired barista and select a table in the corner near the front window. Someone walks into the shop, and I, not paying close enough attention, only just manage to catch Potya before she lunges at the door. I pull her along the floor on her leash as she slides on her butt. Otabek stares, "She likes being dragged." I explain, he laughs,