Post Olympic

Mediocre

I'm gonna start giving music to go with the chapters I think. It's not going to be linked or anything, just song mood suggestions maybe.

for this one, I'm thinking Sweet Talk by Saint Motel.

-rabid

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"Hey Fen," She responds. "How's it going?"

"Great," He looks down at his feet. "I came to grab Nico, but she looks like she's having fun, probably a good thing."

"Probably," Lucy looks over at me.

"Alright then, uh," Maggie looks over at me. "We're taking you clothes shopping Saturday, no objections." I let out a snort of laughter.

"I'll be there, don't worry." I stand up out of the chair, and Sauerkraut looks down at me. I look around to Lucy. "Thank you guys so much, I honestly can't tell you what this means to me." I stand up out of my chair and smile.

"I'll email you," Mags says. I turn around and give her a thumbs up. "Also, Fenrir, what on Earth are you wearing."

"Hey, Nico said that too." Sauerkraut laughs. I make my way across the room to the door, but as I'm about to get there, my toe catches on a board that sticks up a bit, and my body lurches forward.

"Watch out for the..." Lucy says. "Board." I stumble forward, flying toward the ground. Sauerkraut moves forward, and the last thing I see before I slam my eyes shut is a red hightop. He catches me by the armpits and pulls me upright.

"Woah there." He says. I right myself and he pulls away as quick as he can. We stand there for a second.

"Alright, thanks guys." I turn and wave to them.

"I'll remind you about the board next time." Lucy laughs. Sauerkraut steps aside so that I can descend the stairs first.

"Did you see how red he got?" I hear Mags say as we walk down the stairs.

"Yeah, we're going to keep an eye on them," Lucy chuckles. Sauerkraut and I make our way through the store, waving to Bobby and walking out onto the street.

"I see that Addy gave you a haircut." He breaks the silence once we get in his car. It's a good car, a bit old, but I could never afford anything like this.

"Yeah, she did," I lean back, setting my head on the headrest and closing my eyes.

"It looks good, I'll just say that." He shifts gears once we're on the main road.

"Thanks." I mumble. I'm actually a bit tired, which doesn't make much sense, it's only eight at night.

"Don't fall asleep on me over there." His voice is low and steady, it's calming, really.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask," I yawn. "Why don't you have an accent."

"Oh," He lets out a long sigh and I feel the car come to a rolling stop, then accelerate again. "Technically, I do. It shows up when I'm tired and when I've had too much to drink, but no, most of the time I try to talk with an American accent because people bother me about it."

"So you're completely bilingual?" I ask.

"Actually, I speak a bit of french and a bit of dutch on the side." He says. "I'm not anywhere near fluent, but I know them enough to hold conversations and read middle level books."

"Smart, I forgot." I keep my eyes shut, starting to drift a bit.

"What about you?"

"I took Spanish in high school, but I'm nowhere near any of that," I sigh. "I'm not really all that smart either."

"You were going into sports psychology, I'm pretty sure you have to be smart for that."

"Eh, I'm mostly just mediocre in everything." I take a deep breath. Mediocre in school, mediocre at survival.

"I beg to differ." He lets out a laugh. "You're pretty good at murdering us with conditioning, pretty good at irritating me, pretty good at catching me off guard, pretty good at hockey, scratch that, wicked good at hockey."

"Thanks," I mumble.

"Are you doing okay? Please don't get scary for that, but you've been really tired lately."

"I'm fine." I dismiss.

"Alright," He mumbles. "Hey, I thought I would tell you, I'm moving out of rink housing two weeks from tomorrow, so if you have any last apartment questions, think of them soon."

"Where are you going?" I ask. He lets out a low chuckle.

"Right near Lucy, actually." He sighs. "I'm moving in above a bakery, it should be nice."

"I always wondered why you were still at the rink, you know, being one of the highest paid on this team." I feel the car take a turn, and I know we're on the path that leads out of the city and toward the rink.

"I, uh," He lets out a long sigh. "I don't like to move around a lot."

"I get you." I mumble.

"Sometimes I kind of wish you," He stops talking.

"What?" I mumble.

"I'm not saying that."

"Why."

"You would kill me."

"Fine, but you have to tell me sometime." I laugh.

"Alright, we're back at the rink." He says.

"Hey wait," I mumble. Sauerkraut stays in the car for a second. "If," I stop, then open my eyes just to glare at him a bit. "If you're treating me like this just to get me to soften or whatever to say you did that, to have me as an achievement, forget it."

"Wh-" He shakes his head. "No, no, no,"

"Are you sure, because you act like it sometimes."

"I'll tell you why later, now get some sleep, you need it." He chuckles.

"Fantastic, that made me think more." I grumble, pushing open the door and walking up to the rink door. "Thanks for the ride, Sauerkraut."

This must be the punishment for making a stupid descision, Mum, giving me the perfect guy that I can't date because he's one of my players and treating me like a challenge. God, you're probably disappointed out of your mind at me.