Thanks for all the lovely reviews.
NOTICE: I'm changing the rules. A nation can have more than one swimmer in each race. The USA doesn't though.
If anyone wants to make up a MALE swimmer for one of the races I'll need name and nationality. Not USA.
As always: I don't own any of the franchises I use.
Here's part two...
Butterfly:
What to take? That was Gordon's question. School had ended and he was packing for his trip to London. He would be staying alone in the Olympic Village. While his family was close to the village, it wasn't the same. He had 4 brothers, one was always around. He would be lonely.
He already had his Olympic swim uniform (shorts and cap) as well as his luminous orange goggles (courtesy of his brothers). Scott had bought a similar pair before his first ever competition and he had always had a pair since. They were his lucky charm.
Then there were his training shorts (also glowing orange (also from Scott originally)) and his everyday clothes. He had a camera, his phone and a wallet filled half with money (rich dad to the rescue) and half with photos (majority either prank reminders, mugshots of his brothers or ridiculous memories).
He would be flying with the rest of the USA swimmers and he was quite excited. This would be the second Olympics for all of them.
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The plane was fancy. All of the other swimmers seemed to know each other as well. He felt like such an outsider. They were still nice as they needlessly introduced themselves though. As he sat back down midflight he dropped his wallet and all of the photos spilled out. Such a clutz.
David Graham helped him pick them back up and the relay swimmer smirked, "You got a big family kid. That or a weird choice of friends."
Gordon grinned as he saw which picture David was holding, "They're my brothers. That's Scott (Pink), John (Green), Virgil (yellow) and Alan (blue)." He pointed to each brother in turn.
David nodded, "And why exactly do you all have neon hair styles in this photo?"
Gordon laughed and realised almost all of the other swimmers had come to listen and were all looking at the photo, "Umm, well, last year some kids at school were making fun of my ginger hair so I decided to show them I was proud of it by dyeing my hair luminous orange for the last week of school. Most of the students loved it. The teachers looked like they wanted to kill me though, all of my brothers were smart, well behaved students. I only want to swim and mess around with my friends. And don't get me started on my dad's reaction. Scott laughed when he found out because luminous orange has been my lucky tradition since my first competition. He wasn't laughing as hard when I dyed his hair pink though. All of his Air Force buddies loved it. I am known as the family prankster."
Kai smiled, "Nice."
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Gordon stared down at the Village. He had only just realised that the USA team alone had more people than Belvue. It was scary. He still had to go to the opening ceremony. They had arrived a week ago and he was loving every moment, even everyones 'love' of his orange training shorts.. He ran down the stairs and to the team.
David smiled, "We thought you'd gotten lost, Copper-top."
Gordon laughed. He was the youngest swimmer on the team but he was respected by all the other swimmers and quite a few of the other Olympians. Some were still rude though. Most of them thought he was just there to test the water but he was going for gold. Many of the swimmers understood that.
There go Greece. There go Belgium. There go France. There go Mongolia. There's Russia. Here we go. Big smiles and wave. Look a camera. Wave to everyone currently in Wamego High School in Belvue. This is so fun.
Gordon collapsed onto his bed. The ceremony was over and he had one day before his event. He was ready to swim.