A/N: I never said they would be long. Duckynoel pre read. Characters are not mine.
If I have to hear the theme to Austin Powers one more fucking time I'm going to strangle one of these pixie gymnast tarts with their own leotard.
My prospective day at the pool was swiftly halted when one of the gymnastics volunteers got sick. Due to my all access security clearance I can be moved between events. Luckily my iPhone is with me at all times so I can keep an eye on every move that Edward Cullen makes. Genius I tell you, the person who came up with the 'Where in the World Is Edward Cullen' app. Erm, what I mean is, how disgusting to invade a man's privacy like that, inviting the crazies to stalk him.
Oh, it's time to move. This is what my morning consists of. I hold a pole with a sign on it displaying the country that I'm with. I walk in front of them and then sit while they go flitter around with a few kicks and spins and we are on to the next area.
I spend my time re-watching the Edward Cullen press conference. Gah! My favourite part is when his cell phone goes off in the middle. WE SHARE THE SAME RING TONE! Of course we do, we are soul mates. I laugh out loud when he says his ring tone is 'little Wayne', he's such a kidder. The Russian gymnast seated to my right however doesn't have such a great sense of humour judging by the chilly stare down I am currently enduring after my outburst. Simmer down my commie friend, the cold war ended like twenty years ago.
Finally after this rotation, my replacement volunteer shows up. I quickly run out to catch a bus and make my way back to the Athlete's village for lunch. One of the key points in the plan is familiarity, so that when I bring out the big guns he won't be caught off guard.
On the bus I begin to filter through the media reports. I still can't believe that Olympic official wouldn't let Edward wear his custom US flag grill. You have two morons prancing around as Cyclops creeper mascots but yes, a patriotic grill would be out of line.
The bus pulls up outside of the village and I flash my security pass to get into the screening area. I know that I am in time to make it to the cafeteria for when Edward will be having lunch. I grab my bag of jelly beans – my 5th bag of the day, I freakin' love jelly beans. I have prepared many bags of only blue, red and white ones to showcase my support of Edward and his Olympic journey.
Now where to sit is the question. Do I sit right beside Edward if there is a seat or do I just make sure I am in his eye line? There is an extra seat just two down and across at Edwards table that would be perfect. I saunter over to take the desired seat but freeze when I realize who I will be sitting beside. I wasn't planning on activating this phase of the plan quite yet but I guess that is what the Olympics are about, adjustments and overcoming unexpected circumstance. I place a subtle yet sexy smile on my face as I sit down next to my ex-boyfriend, Jacob Black.