I looked at Victor and he gave me a wink.
            "She gets to hang out with me because she's my girlfriend!" Victor gave the cutest smile ever. I froze. What?! I looked at him and even his cheeks were flushed.
              The girls left and I heard their wails for a while before we got to the Ice cream shop.

            "Sorry... uhhh... I was actually going to ask you... that's why your mom planned a day for us," Victor was mostly silent, until he spoke up.

           "It's fine... it's just... surprising I gues," I stared at my ice cream.

            "So what do you say?" He looked at me, nervousness dulled his eyes.

         "Of course, Victor," I looked up at him, also nervous. He smiled widely, and I could see just a faint pink on his cheeks. "So I have a question," he grabbed my hand, sending tingles up it and down my spine.
           "Yes, Victor?" I bit my lip shyly. "How long have you been my fan?" He smiled again. Blinking at him, I felt the heat instantly rush to my cheeks, "uhhh.. I've been a fan since I was little..."

        His thumb was caressing the back of my hand, causing my heart to beat louder.

           After we finished our ice cream, he rushed us out of there, running down the sidewalk. "Victor! Wait up!" I yelled to him, but I easily caught up with him, "why are you running?"
            "Because I want to take you to this place, but I don't have a car, so we have to run there."

           "Why can't we walk..." I grabbed his hand, forcing him to slow down as I slowed down. "But it'll take longer!" he whined. I giggled and skipped beside him, his fingers still intertwined with mine. "Don't ruin your wrist," his eyes had a flicker of worry. "I'm not going to ruin my wrist by skipping." 

   +TIME SKIP+

              I suspected we got close when he took his hand away from mine and used it to cover my eyes. After a while, he uncovered my eyes and there we were standing, the water swallowing the sun up. Various colors took over the blueness of the sky. Victor chuckled and we sat down on the cold grass. His hand overlapped mine and a faint red took over my cheeks. "You're adorable when you blush," he smiled at me. My heart started to race and the red got worse, making him laugh a little. 

           We sat  there, cuddling until my phone rang. 

         "WHERE ARE YOU?!" Coach yelled in my ear. "...Didn't my mom tell you? Victor and I are hanging out," I yawned. He went silent and I felt like face palming. We all know what he was thinking about.. "I have to go, (C/n), bye," I hung up on him. "What did he say?" Victor's hand slid up my arm and around my shoulder. "He though we were..." I looked away, my face redder than a tomato. 

          Victor tensed and I knew his face was red too. "Uhm..well... Shall we start heading back," his voice cracked, and when I looked back, his cheeks were bruised with blush. I giggled a little before shrugging. He helped me stand up before we started walking back to the hotel where we were staying until the Russian competition, which was in two days.