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"Nina look!" I stared blankly at my friend, Natasha was hsoving her phone into my face. "Nina! Yuri Plisetsky, The Yuri PliSetSky! Posted about Your Art,"
"Y-Yuri Pli..."
"CURRENT WORLD CHAMPION!" Natasha yelled, fed up, "Look what it says."
I stared at the phone in horror. It was a picture of Yuri holding up two fingers and grinning, On the wall behind him was the present I gave him. That damn picture of the tiger. That Damn Picture. Captioned at the bottom was; 'Art by Nina Starkovina'.
Kill me now.

I held Natasha's phone. "I tried to tell you earlier but you didn't pick up."
"right," I muttered, giving back her phone. I bet Viktor told him who gave it to him and who painted it; Me. Just great. Wonderful. That asshole.
Many of the girls in my school approached me during the day once Natasha had spread around that, as she puts it; THE YURI PLISETSKY likes MY BFF's artwork.

Dramatic much?
I was feeling more and more frantic as in my last lesson three girls asked why I wasn't drawing tigers. Just because some famous guy likes my work doesn't mean I'm only gonna do that type of work! Sheesh! I'm damn famou...-well known for my still life work. Thats what the art colledges want, thats what the damn galleries want, and thats what I'm best at.
I plugged in my head phones and refused to take them out. I wasn't listening to these raving fangirls anymore. I don't know how Yuri puts up with this. Why did he even drag me into this? posting that. For gods sake.

I waited until most people had left the school. My three musketeers stayed with me. I was mad at Natasha but she had realised her mistake and was soon fending off fangirls with a broom. An actual broom from the janitor's closet. She was still holding it now.
"When are you going to put that back," Vervara asked.
"not until it is safe for ouf little artist." She patted my head. Alisa laughed,
"I'm sure it's safe now," she said.
Natasha shook her head. "we don't know that."
I sighed heavily. The sun was shining weakly and I no longer needed to wear my coat however I also didn't have ahold. Fan girls
Could see me from a mile off.
"It looks like everyone else is gone," I said. "You guys don't have to protect me. Can we just go?"
Natasha sighed and leaned the broom against the wall, "ok fine."
we walked next to one another, the front lawns of the school were empty, save for 5 or 6 people playing football.

I passed past the metal gates, looking down and thinking hard. Holding my school bag to my chest. Yuri and that stupid tiger, I kept seeing tigers, I was imagining one in front of my nose right now. An orange pop art one.
"You didn't come on Sunday." That wasn't an illusion.
It was a black hoody with a tiger on the front, half covered by a leather jacket. Hands shoved in pockets. Where his eyes should've been were two identical mini versions of myself reflected in dark shades, his mouth was covered.
He looked like a criminal! But I recognised that voice. A not very pleased voice. He leaned one arm against the wall, cornering me in."Hey, Nina. Where were you yesterday," he said forebodingly, He used his other hand to lower his shades. His eyes practically glinted with anger. "Why didn't you come." Gob smacked i did a prettty good impression of a fish unitl finally Natasha made herself known. "h-hey, N-Nina? who is this," tapping my shoulder. I glanced over at my friends who were staring between us. I forgot they were here. She couldn't ask who he was, at least, i couldn't answer.

"uh..." I started lamely.
"no one," Yuri growled, putting his shades over his eyes. I noticed his hair was tucked back somewhere in his hood. He removed his hand from the wall and grabbed mine. A shiver ran up my arm. I almost squeaked his name but stopped myself. "Lets go." He grunted. Pulling my arm firmly.
"WH-who are you." Vervara shouted.
"I knew I shouldn't have left the broom."
Alisa sighed, "Nina, what's going on. You know him, right?"
They took tentative steps after me. "it's fine, he's my friend." I stttered, half scared they would call the police. "I'll see you guys later!" I turned to follow him.
"wait, Nina. He's super suspicious." Natasha yelped nervously. to think she was talking about and in front of her celebrity crush.
"It's fine." Yuri tugged me faster and I ran after them.
"NINA WAIT," Natasha yelled. I laughed, he looked back surprised, I could see his bright eyes from this angle.
I was breathing hard by the time we stopped outside a park. He leaned against the railing and sighed, pulling the mask from his face. "What's with your friends?" he asked.
I shrugged, completely aware that none of them had followed all the way and now I was alone with him. The earlier rush of exitment of leaving them shocked and confused behind, left me. I looked down, my first line of defence when stuck in circumstances I didn't like. My school shoes really needed a wash. I shouldn't let them get so dirty, there was paint on my jumper as well. I tried to rub off some blue-green with my thumb, it matched his eyes, I only managed to get some flakes to fall.
"one of them is one of your fangirls." I said, anything to break the silence.
"Huh?" oh shoot, now he knows I know who he is, he might think I'm another skater stalker. I'm starting to sound like Nata.
"huh?" I repeated.
"y-you know?"
I nodded slowly, "at first I had no clue, a couple weeks ago my friends were getting exited over something and showed me a video. I have a friend who wants to be a coach, like Yakov. and One who calls her self... an angel?"
A look of terror over came his features.
"I recognised you. When I asked, they told me you own the world championships this... last year."
He nodded, "yeah well." he grumbled, "Viktor told me who that anonymous gift came from," he stared down at me, "your the artist as well right?" my face turned pink. "Why did you hide that your an artist like that and Why haven't you been coming to your skating lessons. Your definitely not safe enough, especially around little kids."
"oh... Why did you hide your skating career? and..." I could just explain it to him, maybe he'd get it? I rather not take the risk though. "have you ever, been really hung up on something?" I turned to face him, he had removed his shade as well and for once I could clearly see both eyes. Thanks, make it harder for me to concentrate.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Well, I get like that in art. When I really want to paint something I can't stop. It's happened with a few things." I mumbled, I could barely force myself to speak. "this time... I really want to do a portrait of... well a portrait. And well. it just kept me away from the rink."
"so you've done this portrait now?" he asked.
"no, I'm still gathering up the courage to ask y-him." I ended up saying Y-IM!? whats a yim?
"him?"
I nodded, "yeah. it's really hard." It's not the same as the apples after all. The apples didn't make me this happy just by being next to them. I didn't want to be close to the apples for the sake of apple-ness. It wasn't that I wanted to only paint Yuri... I just couldn't thinking about him. How he teased me, his funny reactions to his friends, his surprising kind side, that side of him that works until he is sweaty and tired. I knew that he had today. Probably to get out early and catch me so I could receive a good lecture.
A few strands of hair which had escaped his pony tail (which looked very cute) had stuck to his forehead.
"so... who is it you want to paint."
I sighed heavily, slightly angry, "everyone wants to know and I don't see why it matters?" and I didn't want to just paint him, I wanted to hang out with him. Not just Ice skating.
He shrugged, looking slightly moody.

I wanted to spend time with him, like I did with my friends but.. different. sorta. We seemed to get along, despite the teasing, my shy quietness with his spit fire personality. It worked. and I liked it. I liked the thought of getting along with him. butterflies in my stumach. His abilty to randomly make me smile like some goofy puppy...

That's what they were trying to tell me when we went ping pong playing; I didn't want to paint him. He was special to me... I liked Yuri Plisetsky.
I liked yurio. I had a crush on him. This was very very bad.

I slapped my hands to my cheeks, ignoring his startled "Nina?"
I liked the way my name sounded on his lips, how he spoke to me in a tone softer than to Viktor and Yuuri. Weirdly; I felt like a girl. Not just an Artist, not just that shy kid, noy the awkward stuttering child, not the girl who used to listen to loud music and do dance. Just a girl called Nina. And he seemed like.. just a boy. and I liked this feeling very much. I didn't see him as famous skater. Just as Yuri. Just as he was.

I had a crush.

And it felt amazing.

But it was very bad. You can't just have a crush on a celebrity! Doesn't that make it a celebrity crush? But I really know. But... but... I can't have a crush. I dont know what to do with it!

I knew my face were red but I didn't care. I looked at him, returning his concerned stare. He was leaning down to me, looking into my eyes. "Are you ok?"
"yes," I murmured, "f-fine." Uh No I Was Not thank you very very much!
He moved away quickly and grumbled something, adding loudly, "Come to your lessons." He stood away from the park railing. hands still casually in his pockets.
"I have to go, I'll see you saturday."
"Yeah... Ok, Yuri I promis I'll be there." I squeeked. That sounded better in my head. His eyes sparkled and the first boyish look took over his face. A full blown smile. No smirk. No anger. No Attitude.

"Good!" He put his shades on and held one hand up as he turned away, "cya!"