Olympic Madness
Chan
Olympic Madness
Chan
"Gilbert! Gilbert, wake up!" Matthew nudged him. Gilbert rolled over, in bed, and groaned.
"Wha – what is is? D'you win gold?" Matthew sighed.
"No… not yet, but we might have a better chance."
"Oh?"
"Plushenko pulled out." Gilbert was silent.
"Who?"
"Plushenko. You know, the Russian figure skater. Came just because the games are in Russia…" Still Gilbert couldn't place him.
"The guy who was upset in 2010, for not winning gold and wanted a platinum medal…"
"Oh! Him! I don't like him."
"I know you don't, but he's good. Anyways, he pulled out."
"Really? How come? Was he scared of the competition?"
"Gilbert, don't say that. He injured his hip."
"Aw, the poor baby. Well, he is getting on, in his old age."
"He's only thirty-one. You're old too, you know."
"Maybe, but my hips work just fine." He smirked and Matthew swatted his hands away.
"Anyway, this is good news for Chan. He just has to keep his cool."
"I'm sure he will."
"I hope so…"
Once more, Gilbert found himself sitting next to a nervous and excited Matthew, as he switched the TV from the hockey game, to the men's figure skating. Gilbert tried to crack a joke, by telling him that he wouldn't have been able to do this, had he been in Russia, but it did nothing to soothe his lover.
Luckily, the men were playing Austria and leading 6-0, so Matthew didn't feel as bad, changing to the other channel, for the skating, when there were only a few skaters left.
When the Japanese skater, who ranked first, the previous day, tripped, Matthew was very pleased; Gilbert asked him why and his boyfriend told him that if Chan skated a perfect program, the gold would be his.
Of course, the moment Patrick Chan started skating, Matthew gripped Gilbert's hand tightly and they both watched, holding their breaths. Everything was going well, until he tripped the first time.
"NO!" Matthew yelled.
"Shit!" Gilbert added, at the same time.
"Don't fall again, don't fuck this up, come on Chan!" However, not only did he trip another time, but in total, he made three mistakes.
"No, no, no, no, no! Shit. Shit, shit, shit." Gilbert wasn't sure what to say, or do.
"The door was open for him, why?"
"At least he got silver…" They weren't even paying to the other two skaters.
"He's the world champion. Chan, why?" Matthew slumped in defeat, against him. Gilbert remained silent and simply patted his back.
"At least… at least he did better than in the last Olympics. At least he got silver, this time. Thank God, Plushenko pulled out. I'm still proud of him… but I'm sad for him… he looked so heartbroken."
"He did, didn't he?"
"It's still amazing what he was able to do. I just – I just wish he could have gotten gold. For himself. I guess the men's figure skating curse prevails. One day, though, one day we'll break it." Gilbert hoped he'd be around to witness that day.
OWARI 6
TO BE CONTINUED
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Started writing: February 19th 2014, 11:09am
Finished writing: February 19th 2014, 11:34am
Started typing: February 20th 2014, 5:54pm
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