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Imagine Lance Tucker loving you for the longest time. The two of you had met at the past Olympic Games and were inseparable ever since. That is, until he meets Hope Ann Gregory. Hope brings out his worst side- the side that only focuses on the gold. Will you and Lance make it through?

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"Oh, Lancelot," you cooed to your boyfriend whom was at the other end of the aisle, holding two different kinds of cookies in his hands. He was staring at them intently until you called his name.

"Yeah, Y/N?" He asked, smiling softly at the nickname.

You smiled back and held up a package of cookies. "Remember these?" You raised an eyebrow at him.

His eyes lit up and he ran to you in record speed. "Oh my god! Yes!" He giggled. "Those are from when we went on our first date." The two of you giggled.

"Mhm," you hummed. "Sweet, sweet memories.."

Flashback

"Y/L/N! You're up!" Your coach, Darin, called. He pointed to the bar and you nodded.

This was your time to shine.

It was the Olympic Games of 2014, and you were the top competitor for women's gymnastics.

You walked onto the bar and awaited the judge's whistle. When you heard it, you began doing all kinds of elegant flips. The crowd roared, and you kept a straight face.

When done, you walked off the bar and bowed slightly. The judge nodded his head and wrote some things down on a clipboard.

Next was the girl tied for winnings with you- Jordan. Jordan was number one in the crowd favorite for the whole east coast. But luckily, you had the west- and Texas. You were forever thanking Texas.

Jordan did some flips, landing them elegantly, but not as elegantly as yours. When done, she bowed and smiled to the crowd. The crowd roared, and the judge wrote some things down.

**

"Ok! And in third place for Women's Gymnastics is... HOPE ANN GREGORY!" The crowd roared and clapped, and you smiled to her. She glared back and took her bronze medal, holding it high above her head before putting it around her neck.

Jordan leaned over to you and said, "She's a sore loser. Don't let her get to you, Y/L/N."

You smiled at her softly and said, "I won't. Thanks, Jordan."

The judge's voice boomed into the microphone again. "And in second place, we have JORDAN STAN!" The crowd roared and Jordan took her medal, holding it above her head and then putting it around her neck. She smiled at you and winked. Hope and Jordan were stood on their third and second place steps.

"And in first place for Women's Gymnastics, we have.... Y/F/N  Y/L/N!" The crowd roared and your smile reached your ears.

You took the first place medal and stepped onto your first place step. "Wow," you whispered, waving to the crowd slightly.

Jordan nudged your side with her elbow. "Congrats, Y/L/N. You may even get a guy out of it," she said, motioning to the man who had won first for the Men's Gymnastics last Olympic Games. He was staring at you kindly, and smiled when you looked at him.

"What's his name?" You whispered to Jordan.

She giggled and said, "His name is Lance Tucker. He's a gold medalist, and he'll probably earn his keep in a few minutes," she giggled again, and then the three of you stepped off your steps. You turned to where a few men were now lined up by a bar, and Lance looked at you. He smiled, as did you.

"Now competing in Men's Gymnastics is Shane Dawson!" The judge said into the microphone.

Shane stepped up to the bar and smiled at the crowd. He then wore a straight face as he performed his routine, nailing every flip and spin.

When done, he bowed slightly and walked off to the sidelines.

"And now we have Lance Tucker competing in Men's Gymnastics!" The crowd roared for Lance and he smiled back.

Lance stepped up to the bar with a straight face, holding his posture well. He then proceeded to do his routine flawlessly. He nailed everything. You had never seen something so perfect in your life. You watched with huge eyes as he moved so elegantly.

When done, he stepped off the bar and bowed, and then nodded his head to the judge. The judge wrote some things down on his clip board and Lance walked away. Upon walking to his team, Lance smiled at you and nodded his head.

You smiled and waved slightly, and you could see his body shake as he giggled slightly. He waved back and you gave him two thumbs up. He mouthed a 'thank you' and you giggled.

"Y/L/N, stop flirting with a contestant!" Jordan giggled slightly.

You looked at her with big eyes and blushed. "Sorry, I-"

She hit your arm playfully. "I was just kidding! But you are making some of the other girls jealous," she said, motioning to some of the other competitors to the right of you. You blushed harder and looked back at Jordan.

"Well, I bet your making them jealous, too. You're the one who's married to the hot-shot movie star," you said, hitting her arm playfully.

She giggled and looked slightly behind her and up to look at her husband, who was still holding a huge sign saying "I LOVE YOU JORDAN!"

"You know I'm not competing in any other event, right?" She called up to her husband, Sebastian.

Sebastian yelled back, "Well, I still love showing my support for my beautiful and sexy wife!"

Jordan blushed and looked away, smiling from ear to ear. "He's such a dork," she mumbled whilst giggling.

You giggled back as well, and looked back to Lance who was watching the judge.

"In third place for Men's Gymnastics, we have Shane Dawson!" The judge boomed into the microphone. Shane took his medal and stood on his step, smiling from ear to ear.

"I hope Lance gets the gold," you whispered to Jordan.

Jordan whispered back, "You just want him to get a medal so you two can tie each other up later," she giggled and you nudged her in the side hard.

"In second place, we have Anthony Smith," the judge boomed. The crowd roared and Anthony took his medal and smiled.

"And in first place for Men's Gymnastics, we have LANCE TUCKER!" The judge boomed and you cheered along with the rest of the crowd. You bounced up and down as he accepted his medal and put it around his neck. He stepped onto his step for the podium and he smiled at you.

**

After party

"Wow! I could really use another round," Jordan said, making a sour face at the strong drink she was given.

You turned to Sebastian, who was keeping a tab, and said, "Make that two." Sebastian ordered drinks for the two of you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man walking up to you. You turned and saw Lance.

"Hey, Lance!" You said, almost falling out of your seat as you hugged him.

"Y/N! Oh my god! Wow- you're drunk," he noticed.

"Well- duh! Us medalists can't stay sober forever," you said over the music.

He giggled. "That's very true. In fact, I've been drinking as well. But, I've been drinking only to have the balls to ask you this- Y/N, would you like to go out with me?"

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"And then I said 'yes.' And the next night we went on a date where they had these exact cookies," you giggled.

Lance giggled as well. "And they are the best cookies I have still ever had," Lance said seductively, kissing your ear softly.

Your eyes rolled back for a moment before regaining your posture. "Stop it, Lance. We're in public, and I don't need to have these feelings in public," you said, pushing him softly.

"And what feelings would those be?" He asked seductively, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You glared playfully at him and said, "You know what feelings."

**

Walking to Riverview High

"So, are you excited to be scouting out and helping the next gold medalist?" You asked Lance in an interview-like tone.

He giggled and said, "Why, yes- yes I am. I shall be training Maggie Townsend, and she will be-" He stopped his sentence mid-way through and looked straight ahead in disbelief. Hope Ann Gregory, the Hope Ann Gregory who you had beaten, was talking to Maggie outside of Maggie's school.

"Holy shit," Lance mumbled. "How the- How the hell did she find out about this?" Lance asked to no one in particular. Lance and Hope had grown to resent one another after the past games. There had been name calling, social media spurts, and even calling out each other's sex lives- and that was all within 24 hours. And now, well-

Maggie and Hope proceeded to walk into the school, probably heading for the gym.

Lance wore a straight face as he continued to walk faster, and you had to jog slightly to keep up with his long strides.

The two of you reached the school and he walked in, not even holding the door for you. You understood, though. He was in a pissy mood.

He walked straight for the gym and you followed. He then plastered a cocky smirk on his face and said, "Hope Ann Gregory. Helping a newbie out, are we?"

The blonde turned to him and said, "She's not just a newbie. She's a potential star." She glared at him and Maggie smiled.

He turned to Maggie's parents and said, "Maggie's never going to amount to anything if she's taught by Hope. With me, being a gold medalist, I could help her and help her win a gold medal in the long run." He smiled at them and they looked between the two coaches nervously.

"Um, I think I would like to stick with Hope for now, if you don't mind Mr. Lance," Maggie said, smiling nervously.

He nodded his head and plastered a smile onto his face for her, and the walked out of the gym with you following.

"Well that was a little rude, don't you think?" You asked upon reaching the outside of the school.

"Yeah! It was very rude. She should've picked me! Picking Hope was a huge mistake. I won. Hope lost. So, I agree, Maggie picking Hope was very rude," he said, talking with his hands as the two of you walked back to your hotel room.

You were a few steps behind him when you said, "I wasn't talking about her not picking you. I was talking about your attitude back there, and saying how the poor girl will never be anything if she doesn't pick you. Hope's actually not that bad, Lance. At least, not at gymnastics," you said.

He turned around and his eyes were bulging angrily. "Y/N? Are you ok right now? I'm better than Hope in every single way. I'm a gold medalist, meaning I can actually win. I'm more experienced. I'm a man-"

"Woah! What does 'being a man' have to do with anything?" You shot back angrily.

He rolled his eyes. "Men score higher scores than women, Y/N. I mean, compare my score to yours from the last games. If the gymnastics were co-ed, I obviously would've won," he said, his eyes still bulging. He turned around and continued walking forward, and you followed slowly behind. A few tears sprung to your eyes as you walked, but you didn't let him see them.

**

Hotel Room

You sat in the bed and turned on the tv. It was now 10 pm, and you had just finished doing your nightly routine.

You flipped through the channels until you found Supernatural. You ate some of your M&M's, even though you just brushed your teeth, as you stared intently at the screen.

Lance emerged from the bathroom in a white muscle tank and white boxer briefs, not even acknowledging your existence. You kept staring at the screen, watching as Dean, yet again, died.

Lance sat next to you on the bed and watched with you.

He sighed and looked at you. "I'm sorry about today, Y/N," he cooed. "Please forgive me."

You looked at him and glared, and then went back to watching the screen. He buried his face in your neck. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm really, really sorry."

His lips tickled your neck slightly and you giggled.

"Was that a giggle I heard? Was it?" He asked playfully.

You shook your head and giggled again.

He giggled into your neck and looked up. "Y/N, I was being a complete and utter douchebag earlier- and I'm sorry. You deserve a lot more than that, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me," he said.

You looked into his eyes and softly smiled. "I forgive you, Lancelot," you cooed. He smiled at the nickname and kissed you.

You kissed back and then spoke, "So, what exactly do I deserve?"

He giggled seductively and said, "Anything you want."

You kissed him again. "Well, what I want involves the both of us naked. And so far, you're not naked. I think you should put on a strip dance for me."

His eyebrows rose and he smiled. "What?" He asked, flabbergasted. "I'm not putting on a strip dance."

"And why not?" You giggled back.

"Because I don't need to. The routine I should be doing is one to help Maggie, because God knows that Hope won't do shit for her." He rested his back on the headboard and stared at the tv screen. "I mean, why would Maggie make a stupid decision like that. She's ruining her life-"

"Lance, stop it," you demanded. "Look, I get it, ok? You're number one. You're the gold medalist. But maybe that's not what Maggie wants. Maybe she wants a woman's touch, or-"

"A woman's touch? Seriously, Y/N?" He asked in disbelief.

"And what's wrong with a woman's touch, Lance?" You asked angrily.

"Because women don't typically score as high as men do. Ok? Get it now, or do I need to explain this whole thing again?" He stared angrily at you.

You stared angrily back. Tears began to betray you and they spilled into your eyes. So, you quickly turned away from Lance and turned the tv off and the lamp, which darkened the room completely.

"Goodnight, Lance," you said as strictly as you could. You laid down and still faced the direction opposite him.

You heard him huff a sigh before snuggling into the bed, but not snuggling you.

"Yeah, ok," Lance mumbled.

Tears were still in your eyes from the recent fight- or should I say, fights. This wasn't the Lance you knew. No, this man was completely different. Your Lance made you feel beautiful and worth his time. And this Lance made you feel completely worthless. Like you were nothing but a chore, or just an extra.

More tears spilled onto the pillow because of these thoughts. You didn't dare sniffle, however. You didn't want him to see that you were vulnerable. No, you were standing your ground in this one, or so you wanted to.

**

Morning

"Hey, Y/N, can I just apologize again-"

"No, Lance. What the fuck is wrong with you right now? The shit you're saying to me, I mean, why?" You beamed across the kitchen counter. You had just woken up to your boyfriend making pancakes in the hotel room, which most girls would swoon over and probably blow him for, but not you- or just not today.

He looked at you in disbelief. "Y/N, excuse me for being a little crazy lately, but you know what Hope does to me." He raised his voice at you.

You rolled your eyes. "That's still no reason to treat the person you love like shit, Lance. You've been making me feel worthless and like I'm nothing!" You yelled across the counter at him.

He glared back. "Well, maybe you should just step out of my way for a little bit, Y/N!"

"Oh yeah. I'm sorry, I forgot that you're 'number one' and that you're hot shit," you yelled back, talking with your hands.

He glared and raised his voice. "Would you just shut the fuck up for once in your life? You're always, always nagging me about shit like this, Y/N. You clearly don't understand anything I go through-"

"And you clearly don't understand what I feel when you tell me that I'm nothing! When you tell me that I don't understand! What I feel when you tell me that you're number one, or that I'm just a woman. God, Lance. Can't you just be nice to me for once this week?" Tears sprung to your eyes as you stared at your boyfriend who was still fuming at you.

"Y'know, I don't really see the point of wasting my time being nice to a person who can't even fucking appreciate me or support me or keep their mouth shut," he spewed back. "In fact, I think I could do way better than a woman like you who can't keep her head out of her ass," he fumed.

Tears leaked from your eyes. "What's happened to you?" You whispered. "But it's not like it matters. We're done, Lance!" You began walking for the hotel room door.

"Fine, whatever. You were just an extra anyway," he fired back.

You stopped dead in your tracks before looking back at him one last time. You then faced forward again and walked out the door, slamming the door in the process.

The new feeling hit you.

You and Lance were over.

(Part 2 shall be somewhere in the future) (meaning the next chapter)

HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!

And I used my name (Jordan!) and did anyone recognize the name Shane Dawson!! YOUTUBE UNITE!!

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