I smiled down at my phone, taking a short break from practicing my next routine to check my texts. Emil was texting me about the choices he has to make about music, and I couldn't help but laugh..
Emil:
I can't wait to show you my routine!
Crap I still need to find a theme
I know what I will do for a costume already!
But what should the theme be? The costume is very versatile!
Do I want to be soft and smooth, or loud and surprising? What do people want to see?
I did the incredibly difficult routine last year what do they expect of me?
If I played it safe would they be disappointed?
What did you do?
Mikey:
Sorry I didn't answer! I have been working on my routine
My coach is working me to death
Emil:
Ooh, what did you choose for a theme?
Mikey:
It's a surprise ;)
Emil:
Oh come on! I am your best friend! You have to at least tell me!
Mikey:
Haha, it is especially a surprise for you!
Emil:
But if I knew yours then maybe I could pick mine!
Come on! ~Please~
I won't tell people!
Mikey:
You will just have to wait :)
Gotta go, my coach wants me to run through a sequence again!
Bye!
Emil:
I won't give up!
Talk to you later!
Emil has left the convorsation.
Damn. I really did want to taunt him longer, but my coach was not a patient person. I didn't know how I was going to swing what I said in a way that wasn't weird… he already knows I am gay, a slow song like this could be taken the wrong way… unless that is what I wanted? I don't even know what I want now, having very few friends in the past I have no idea if this is just what it is like to finally have a friend, or something more…
I was so distracted at my toe pick caught the ice hard and I fell and slid on my stomach. Shit that was a beginners mistake! I moved so I was sitting with my legs in front of me on the ice and smacked my own forehead.
"Michele!get us and begin the footwork again! I will not stand for such beginners mistakes, especially with the competitions coming up so soon!" My coach's voice was harsh with their Italian accent and words making me flinch before I could stop myself.
"Sì allenatore" I sigh as I get up and begin my routine again. I couldn't wait to be done with practice today and talk to Emil again.
*time skip a few hours later*
Emil:
miiiiiikkkkkkeeeeeeyyyyyyy
pleeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeee tell me your theme?
I need inspiration!
ooooohhhhhh! We could have matching themes!
mikeeeeeyyyyy?
Mikey:
For god's sake Emil I was almost asleep
My coach got mad at me for making the easiest of mistakes
They had me doing the footwork for hours!
Emil:
you wanna tell me your theme yet? ;)
Mikey:
Nope ;P
Emil:
you're so mean!
Mikey:
Yep ;P
What did you do today?
Emil:
not much really, I have been practicing jumps and working on my stamina
my coach wants me to do as many or more jumps as last year…
how will I ever survive…
Mikey:
I am sure you can do it!
You really do have a lot of stamina!
I should probably sleep now, I don't get a day off for a while :/
Goodnight!
Holy shit those last texts were too weird. "You really do have a lot of stamina!" What the hell Mickey? Of god taken out of context… wait why the hell are you thinking that way? You had the context! My face flopped into my pillow and I fumbled my phone into the charger dock. 'Oh god, what am I doing?' I ask myself and turn off the lights and fall asleep.
AN: thank you so much for reading this far! I have no idea if it is any good, but I really hope any people who are going to be reading this like it! this chapter was incredibly short, but i didnt really know where i was going with it ;-;