A/N, Sorry for not posting yesterday even though i told someone i would! Heres the next chapter. If anyone has any recomendations for any future chapter, (Coming to an end soon :(
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"Yuri! Concentrate!" Yakov yelled as the boy leaned against the rink wall. Looking at his phone. He hadn't gotten any text from Nina, and his fingers had trembled above the send button for almost the entire morning.
"AH! I'm coming geezer!" He yelled, stripping off his 'RUSSIA' hoody and chucking his phone on top. Throughout Friday practise he was distracted. Yakov was getting angrier and angrier. Viktor popped in to say hi, noticing Yurio's awkwardness he leaned over the rink wall, "Yurio is thinking of Nina!" He sung.
"HUH?" Yuri snapped his head around to glare. "Go away Viktor!"
"Eh? I was right?"
"NO!" The boy shoved past the man as he left the rink. Reaching for his phone. Ripping his hoody onto his skinny form. "Leave me alone."
"Ehhhhh?" Viktor whined. "But Yuriooo!"

Vervara sat next to me at lunch. Looking over my shoulder as our two friends shrugged at each other perplexed. "That ones nice, where did you get that?" She commented, earning a confused glance from Nat.
"My cousin," I answered.
"What is going on with you two?" Nat asked.
Hoping Vara was on the same page I started to "nothing," but she obviously had other plans - of mortifying me apparently.
"Nina has a date tonight."
"WHAT!?" Both girls leaned over the table "A date? With who, where are you going, what are you wearing." Natasha's onslaught of questions was left ignored as I hissed angrily,
"Vervara! It's bad enough you know!" The blond shrugged uncaring.
"Your fault for kissing in a public park."
"SHh-" I snapped but it was too late.
"YOU WHAT!" Ali squawked, her face pink. "s-so bold."
"I didn't kiss him!" I yelled, drawing even more attention to our table. "He kissed me." I added, my face rapidly flushing.
"No way!" Alisa sighed, "so romantic."
I buried my face into my hands. "So what are you wearing? what kind of date is it?"
"kind of date?" I mumbled, "I don't know. He just gave me a time. and I thought i'd just wear jeans and t-shirt. But Vari here," I waved at my very smug friend. "said to wear a dress."
"It might be a dinner date?" Alisa swooned.
"or a movie," Natasha offered, "Or paint ball!"
"Or Ice skating." Vervara smiled sweetly, too sweetly. I glared at her.
The other two stared at her before nat broke in "Whats he like? Where do you think he'll take you. Do we know him?"
I shrugged. "I'm not sure." I answered truthfully."I doubt romance is his...thing."
"his hobby is pretty romantic, wouldn't you say Nina" Vervara murmured, she was enjoying this way too much.
"Whats that?" Natasha asked.
"Flower arranging!" I blurted in panic.
"OH! how sweet," Alisa sighed, "He could arrange them and you could paint it!"
"Like the titanic." Natasha laughed. "Paint these like your fruit still life."
"Isn't it paint me like one of your french girls?" Ali asked, tipping her head to one side.
Natasha shook her head. "yes, yes it is. Wait. Is this they guy who took you from the school gates. He likes flower arranging?" She raised one eyebrow disbelievingly.
"Hes sw-sweet." I stuttered. "bad dress sense."
"uh huh." She nodded sarcastically crossing her arms

I left school in a bit of a state. Shaking with a march up of nerves and excitement. I followed the advice from my friends: Dress with denim jacket and converse. Half casual, half smart. Works for almost any date apparently. I had to find a dress first. I lucked out when Ali turned up at 4.30 with an arm full of floral and pockadot short dresses and she had always been very conservative so her knee length dresses were only a few inches above my knee. If these had been Vara's - even though she taller than me - I would not have felt very comfortable in them. I was hiding from my family in my room. If my dad found out, he would not care. My mum, she would stalk us, Dimitri? i don't think i'd have a date any more - at least not a live one.

I saw him coming down the street at 6.04pm. I bit my lip, I looked at myself again in the mirror. It was a nice look. But I wasn't a huge dress person.
I raced down stairs, grabbing my purse and phone, shoving them into a pocket. I slipped out the door yelling over my shoulder "I'm going out." before slamming the door and almost racing into Yuri's tiger sweatshirt.
"Hey," he murmured looking surprised. He glanced down at my clothes before offering his hand. Looking away. "Ready?" I nodded. His leather jacket gleamed black and white under the moon. He didn't have his shades or face mask on. His hair looked slightly damp. He smelled warm and clean. Did he shower for this? Or was in coincidence?
"Yeah," I whispered. Taking his hand with my shaky one. As he started to walk back the way he came I asked, "Wh-where are we going?"
"I found a cafe thing." he spoke into the evening air. "Good milkshakes. Plus mini golf."
I smiled, following him towards town. It sounded fun and simple.

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"How are you so bad at this," I laughed at him. He was pretty competi- scratch that. VERY competitive, and loosing mini golf struck a chord. It was probably a bad idea to annoy him about it but as he missed another hole I couldn't help the snort that escaped my nose. He turned to glare at me. "sorry its just... *pft*" He stomped over to the ball nudging it into the hole, a scowl on his face.
"Not like your much better." He growled.
"I know I'm bad. Your getting all angry. th-thats what makes it fun to tease you." I answered cheekily. I moved to hit my own ball to the hole, I was beating him by 5 points. And soon 6. I went to tap it, Yuri standing close behind, Warm air tumbled against my ear. With a squeak I hit it a lot harder than I meant to. With a loud plop it disappeared into the pond.
"Hey!" I yelled slapping a hand to my ear. "you did that on purpose!" He smirked around his straw taking a casually sip of strawberry milkshake.
"And?"
"cheater!"
"We never set up rules." he shrugged.

In the end I won by 7 points. Grumpy he stormed away from the mini golf. I followed, amused at his childish behaviour. It was dark now, the multicoloured lights of the golf park giving way to the yellow street lamps and silver moon. The road was above much of the city. Looking over the valley. A lookout spot drifted away from the road. Lit only by moon light. He leaned against the banister. "Fun?" he murmured. I gave him a blank look before smiling,
"yeah, it was fun." I breathed, looking out over the glittering town. I held up my hands. Forming a square with both forefingers and thumbs. If I had the tall tower there, then it draws attention to scale. I thought idily. Not noticing Yuri watching carefully. the lights from the large hotel would be good as well.
"He leaned his head half touching my shoulder. I stiffened. "Are you going to paint that?"
"Oh! um. I'm not much of a landscape painter." I mumbled. Failing not blush, his cheek brushed against mine, warm and soft as he leaned to looked form my perspective. "h-hey Yuri?" i whispered.
"What?" He snapped moving away grimancing.
"ah! um..." I watched him carefully. He wasn't actually angry. Just embarrassed. "could I... paint... you?" I stuttered.
"Huh?"
"You know... I s-still want to do that- p-portrait."
He shrugged. "Ok." He concluded. "but don't publish it or anything."
"I wouldn't! your fangirls would flock me. Like how I got the photo -I can't use someone else's because of copyright- and stuff." i gabbled. "s- so um so they would.. kn-know i got it f-f-irst hand and and..."
"you just need a photo?"
"It's easier than getting someone to model. Most people don't have the patience. I never had the chance to try it." I murmured.
"I'll do it," he shrugged.
"Really?" I yelped, "Are you sure - it can take hours! And because I need space with a model it would have to be at school; filled with teen girls called 'angels.' and yeah... what what what if they attack you!"
"I'll do it." He growled. I blinked.
"are you..."
"Yes." He growled
"o-ok th-ththankyou v-very much!"

He walked me home mostly in silence. Leaving me near my house. He hovered in front of me for a moment stalking away with not so much as a goodbye. I was about to yell bye after him angrily but he spun around, sassily pointing his finger. "Lesson tomorrow!" before leaving.

With an amused roll of my eyes, I went inside. Only to find a very angry brother was sitting by the window in the sitting room. He had seen Yuri. perfect. He turned to me. " A date?" He snarled. "With that brat? That diva!" Diva was a surprisingly good description.

I blushed with a frown. "Y-yes. and it was very fun. And I'll go on another when i get the chance. And i'll see him every weekend." I added getting angrier.
"Not this weekend you won't. I'll make sure of that! I'm doing this for your own good Nina."
I was sizzling. Without a word, I stormed upstairs. Not bothering to tell my parents I was home. Slamming my door shut. Stupid brother. I collapsed on my bed. Angry and tired. A wonderful evening ruined. Well not ruined. Tainted. An amazing date but tainted by my brothers prejudice.

Ice skating lessons were surprisingly awkward. Holding hands was something we hadn't done on our date and felt much more intimate than before. Yuri was very quiet during it as well. Not that I was much better. I was fuming. My brother stopped me from leaving the house and I had to climb out my bedroom window on the lower sitting room roof. He had probably noticed by now but had no clue where I was gone. I was doomed when I got home.

"Whats wrong." He grunted suddenly.
"uh..." I started. "My brother just is well..."
"last night, he saw me right?" He asked. "hates my guts?"
"um yeah. sorry he's just protective." I shrugged.

After the lesson I apologised and had to go. My phoned showed 99 texts from one brother of mine. Wow. I have 99 problems and a big brother is one.

Come Tuesday, My brother and I had stopped talking. Mum and dad tried not to get involved. Contrasting to my quiet personality, when my brother was involved I had no patience. I loved him sure, he was my brother and we got along but we also hated each other. "Too similar" - my dad said. And now whenever my brother brought up Yuri (my parents barely understood what he was insinuating at the kitchen table. I don't think they even know I was gone friday night,) I would leave the room - midle of supper, gone. Middle of a movie, gone. I wasn't going to sit and listen to his lectures. On a better note, during sunday's Yuri had agreed to come in today to sit for me after school so I could paint him, I would have to smuggle him into the school. i never thought I'd be a celebrity smuggler.
I got a text at four:

Outside

It was from Yuri. I found him leaning by the gate getting weird looks from everyone. "Hello!" I squeaked. He lowered his shades. He was fully decked out in gangsta gear.
Alisa was talking two other friends from her club near by, she watched with interest from the corner of her eye.
"hey," I lead the way to the art room around the back of the school. Inside the room I closed the door. I had already set up my easel and stall for him to sit on.
"Any of your work up?" He asked.
"Uh yeah. But most of my stuff is in the draws over there." I pointed to the cabinets. He wondered over. Finger drifting down until he found my name.
He opened it. Flipping through a sketch book. "Are some of these Ice skating poses?" He asked quietly. I blushed. Not really Ice skating poses as a whole. Just his that I remember from watching him practise. "uh yeah, m-movement study."

He put that one away, picking up another. "Uh wait, Yuri?" He smirked.
"This ones filled with animals." he murmured. "a leopard." he flicked through more pages. "Sparrow," He said. spotting one of her dog. "Could you do one of Tiger?" he asked.
"Your cat? S-sure." I felt a smile blooming into my cheeks. "Can you get me a photo?"
"All mine are blurry," He sighed. "Take your own picture."
I blinked, slightly put off. He ran his hand through his long hair. "where do you want me?"
"On that stool." I answered quietly. He sat down. I did the same but at my easel. "J-Just look calm. neutral. Look out the window, it helps"

Apparently he didn't do neutral, But he did mysterious quiet well.
I worked with quick stroke of a pencil. A faint outline of of his face appeared with 15 minutes. i worked fast. Correction here. His eyes would flicker over to me but so engrossed I barely noticed. An hour quickly passed. I applied paint at first with a large paint brush. Just hints of colour before building onto it. The brushes got smaller, the details finer. His face could have been perfect for super-realism but i didn't want to do that. Turn his 2D.
So I worked with fluidity and colour. Building paint on paint. 2 hours passed, I noticed him twitching but he didn't complain. "Can we continue tomorrow?" I asked eventually. He breathed a sigh of relief. "It won't be so long will it?" He asked.
"No," I smiled. "I'm already mostly done."

He stood behind me to look. "wow." He murmured. "It's good. But i don't get it."
I chuckled quietly. "I'm not a fan of portraiture." I replied.
"Still-life is dumb."
"Still-life is interesting!" I replied hotly. He raised an 'are-you-serious?' eyebrow. "It is!"
I stood from my stool. "Th-thank you so much for letting me paint you," I stuttered. "No one else ever wants to."

"how did you get paint in your eyebrow." He grumbled. "your seriously clumsy. And on your cheek."
"oh yeah, th-that's normal." He looked behind me, reaching around for a clean flannel hanging on the sink. He moved past and wetted it. Taking my clean cheek with one hand. Holding my face still. "hey Yur..." Cupping it the same way he did in the park. I leaned slightly into the touch. He rubbed my other cheek with the flannel. "I can do it myself." I grumbled. Trying to pull the flannel off him to no avail.
"Why is it only spreading." he growled. Ignoring me. He slowly gave up, the cold flannel resting against my burning red cheek. I don't know how it happened but our lips were brushing, warmth flowing through my veins. Eyes drifting close... The art room door creaked open. "hey Nina-uuh" Alisa broke off in a dazed noise of shock. We leapt apart. My hands resting on his chest, I snapped them away in surrender. hands pulled away from my cheeks jsut as fast. The flannel falling to hit the plastic floor with a wet smack.
Yuri, in art room, Alisa (an angel), Yuri, No shades, no face mask, no hood, yuri, Alisa, angel... Oh come on!
"Yu- yu -yu yu yu yYURI PLIse-SETSKY!?" She yelped, voice echoing down the hallway. He took a step back, looking at me worryingly. "what, what what?" She looked at me, back at him, now at me. "what?" She finished.
"Uhhh..." I started. "Hey Ali, what brings you here." I laughed awkwardly, failing to break up the tense air. "look umm." I dragged her inside pushing Yuri the opposite way, grabbing and shoving his stuff into his hands. "Talk to you later, run before she snaps out of it." I slammed the door after him. Listening to his footsteps fade.
"Was that Yuri Plisetsky? The Ice skater." she murmured dazed.
"Um... yes?" I offered unsurely.
She stared at me. "He's that guy? The guy trying to find your house, the one waiting outside the school, that guy? ex-explain?"

I shrugged. "yes. OK well." I stuttered. "Its a long story."
"Wait, that date. On Friday... Was it with him?" She asked, I blushed. "Oh! My! God! and when I came you two were..." she yelped. "Going to kiss!?" She squeaked the last bit in shock "Are you two... d-d-d-dating!?"
"uh." I waved my hands frantically blushing. "We met by accident. I didn't even know who he was, ok? We just sort of got along and yeah and and and and um and yeah. I think we are dating."
"th-think?"
"well its complicated." Translation - I don't understand anything about romantic relationships.
She looked at the portrait, "He was modelling for you?" She laughed suddenly. "woah, I can't believe it. its like a rom-com or something. The girl who knows nothing of the boy every girl her age wants but falls in love with him."
"I-in love!?" I yelped. "I haven't known him long!"
"Paint me like one of your Russian skaters Nina!" She laughed. "I can't believe it. You don't need any french girls for art. Your have your own personal Dorian grey - beauty standards." she took a deep breath to calm herself. "Tell me EVERYTHING!" She yelled. Pushing me into a stool. Standing over me - prepping for interrogation.
"No I uh... I have to go. I have homework to do. And its really late. Sorry Ali. I'll tell you later." I raced from the room. Evacuating the area within record timing. Only to get home and interrogated by an angry big brother. - again. He needs a hobby.

N/A - Sorry for not posting over exams!