So I am watching the gymnastics at the Olympics on the TV and I was inspired, they are sooo amazing. Regina is a gymnast wanting to win gold.

Regina took a deep breath, she was sat in the side-lines, waiting for her turn. She wasn't watching the others, she never did, she simply sat with her head between her legs, coat on, headphones in, concentration was the key to success and she needed to succeed, she needed the gold. This was only the heat, but she was still nervous, the floor was her strongest area, but she couldn't afford to slip up, not if she wanted to win and losing was not an option. She always got like this before a competition and this was the biggest competition of her life, she knew she had it in her, she knew she could do it, but it was still completely daunting.

"Regina." Her coach shook her shoulders. "Regina."

She looked up and took her headphones out "Time?" She asked.

"Warm up time, show everyone who's the best."

"Mal…"

"Warm up sweetie."

She unzipped her team jacket and adjusted her skimpy costume, which was covered in blue, red and white, with sparkly stars along with a few other diamantes. She stretched out her muscles, making sure that she wouldn't strain any she couldn't afford that. Her coach came up behind her "You're going to win."

"Hopefully." She nodded, stretching out her calf. "Mal, chalk?"

"Here." Mal came over with a bowl of chalk and handed it to her.

Regina covered her hands, and feet, also patting on her legs. She looked out and saw that the team before her was coming to an end and it would soon be her turn. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"For the United States of America, Regina Mills." She put on her mask, masking any fear of nervousness and smiled, bowing to the crowd, before getting into position on the mat. She stretched her arms out, the music began and she was off, it was instinct, she didn't even think, she simply felt the music and let her body do the rest. Twisting and flipping, while also adding in the dance elements. The Double Back with Double Twist was her favourite move and after she completed several impressive flips, the crowd were going wild. She didn't put a foot wrong, mastering each and every move. Then it came to her finale move, the hardest move on the floor, ever, Piked Arabian Double Front.

She was sceptical about putting it in, but Mal said that she could do it and when the judges saw it she would get the best marks. Taking a deep breath, she took a run up and flew through the air, positioning her hands perfectly and then landing and closing her eyes, taking a deep breath before taking her bow and letting out a laugh. Once she was off the mat she ran over to Mal and jumped at her.

"You did it."

"Yes, was it good?"

"Good? My dear Regina, it was perfect."

They looked up at the board nervously, Regina tapped her feet as she waited for the scores to come. Then when she did her mouth dropped open "15.6? Oh my god!" She saw her name shoot up to the top of the leader board as the crowd went wild. She might just do this, there were still a couple of people to come after her, but with that score, she knew that qualification was most definitely a reality. She was a step closer to that Olympic gold she wanted so much.

"Regina!" Her friend Emma jumped her, "you're first!"

"Emma it's only a heat." Regina stated, smiling nonetheless.

"Come on, don't lie, you're psyched about this."

"It's pretty cool."

"Well done." She hugged her again.

"Thanks." She pulled on her jacket.

"Do you see that guy checking you out?"

"What?" Regina furrowed her eyebrows as she released her hair from its tight bun and shaked it so it cascaded down, just touching her collar bone. She looked across and spotted the gymnasts from team GB, the men's high bar was playing out at the same time as the women's floor. Surely enough there was a guy sat there watching her. He was quite handsome, he was obviously a gymnast himself, he had the upper body muscles for the high bar.

His hair was dark blonde and his blue eyes stood out a mile, complimented by his blue costume; he cast her a breath taking smile and she tilted her head at him. Then he stood up and began to walk over, was he walking towards her?

"Hey." He smiled.

"Um, hi."

"You were amazing up there."

"You saw that?"

"How could I have not seen that, you were outstanding."

"Thanks." She smiled.

"First, I guess you're going for the gold."

"I won't settle for anything less." She stated and then realised that maybe she had sounded a little cocky.

"A woman with ambition, I like it."

"I have been training for this my entire life." She confessed truthfully.

"You can tell."

"Thanks."

"Can I maybe see you later?"

"What?" Was he asking her out? He hadn't spoken to her for even a minute and he was asking her out. True they had a similar interest in gymnastics, but that didn't meant that they were compatible.

"For a drink or something?"

"Are you asking me out?" Well he was sure of himself.

"Yes, if you want to get technical."

"I don't know you and technically you are competition."

"How so?"

"Isn't this whole thing a massive competition?" She asked, trying to think of any excuse as to why she couldn't go.

"Yes, but seemingly America is doing a hell of a lot better than us, we seem to have had many fourth places."

She chuckled and looked up to meet his eye. She shouldn't, she had only just met him, but what harm could one drink do? None, she had another couple of days before the final and although she would like to throw herself into her training, that probably wouldn't help her. "I think I could manage one drink."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"From Great Britain, Robin Locksley."

"Shit, I'm up, will you wait?"

She nodded "Yes, but if you flop, I might just change my mind."

"Well then, that's reason enough for me to give everything I can."

"Robin!" His coach hollered.

"Wait?"

"Yes." She smiled and leant against the wall, where she had a great view of the high bar. She could do the high bar, but her main areas were the floor and the beam.

She was surprised that he had been so forward, but it was a magical event, why not enjoy her trip even more, by having a drink with a handsome English guy, with a fascinating accent. Who knows, maybe they would end up doing gymnastics together one day.

This was literally just something that was inspired by the olympics, I am going to be carrying on writing this. Thanks for reading. :) xxx