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Stretching

 Sorry for not updating. I don't want to be that author who makes excuses. But I'm actually having some family issues. I've also been running out of ideas for the next chapters. Could I have some pwease? Cherry on top?    
Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

      After they announced my score, I was currently in the lead.
         Right now I was stretching. After my last skate, my limbs were quite sore. Figures. I'm an idiot... I should've streched beforehand.
 
         So I guess you can say people stared. A lot. Is it not normal to just see a girl in the hall sitting there, doing the splits? Doing the splits is easy. My back popped as I twisted around. "Are you almost finished? I think you're freaking people out," (c/n) looked around at the staring people. "No way! This is comfortable!" I protested. He stared blankly at me, probably weirded out.
                  So there I was. Over here just relaxing, doing the splits and everyone was weirded out. "Tch. It's not that strange," I huffed and got up. "Do I need to explain the difference between weird and normal?" (C/n) asked. I just rolled my eyes in response.
               The music finished and Yuri came out, exhausted. "Yuri-chan!" I smiled and hugged him. "Hah... hi (f/n)," he said, out of breath.
               "Yuri, you never told me that you and (f/n) were this close," Victor had a smile, but I could tell it was faked. Why isn't he happy? Oh.. I want know what you're thinking right now Victor.

              "Oh... I guess I didn't tell you that (y/n) was my childhood friend," he gave Victor a kawaii smile. "You never told me either, (y/n)," Victor pit a finger to his chin.
               "You never asked," I broke out of the hug, and hesitantly hugged Victor. My face my crimson, so good thing that I buried my head in his chest. Victor tensed up, and hesitantly hugged back.
                 After I broke away from the hug, I looked at my feet so he wouldn't see my face, "s-sorry, you seemed u... unhah.. unhappy," I started studdering horribly.
                 "Pffffft," he started laughing. I looked back at Yuri and he also started laughing. Yuri was probably laughing because of my face, but why was Victor laughing. Looking up at him, I saw him flushed red from laughter. My cheeks got hotter.
               He looked down at me and pat my head,"I'm.... I'm not unhappy."
             HE'S HOLDING THING BACK!  "Then why did you seem upset earlier?" My fantasies told me that he likes me a little... (or maybe he likes Yuri.. welp.. there goes my happiness). But reality told me that he did like having things not told to him. "Oh... no reason! I just didn't think you guys were that close... so it was quite surprising," he nervously laughed.
                  I looked back at Yuri. He just shrugged. "Well.. ahhh... I guess I should get going," I walked past Victor, but (of course) stubbed my toe. "Owwww!" I grabbed my foot on instinct and lost balance, "eahhh!"
              "Haha! So clumsy (F/n)!" Victor smiled at me. "Haha..." I stood up and shook the pain off. "But are you alright?" Yuri was also by my side. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I waved them off.
             Yuri sighed, "you're difficult." On instinct, I, childishly, stuck my tounge out at him.  (C/n) called out to me, "come on. Let's go watch the other skaters!"
              I opened my mouth to argue, but all that came out was a sigh. "See ya, Yuri and Victor," I waved to them. Right now, that one boy was on. What was his name? If I remembered it right, it was... "Kenjirou Minami."
            "Huh?" I looked at my coach. "I said, 'he's Kenjirou Minami,' he is age 17," my coach smirked at me, "pretty small for a 17 year old, isn't he?"
             "seen smaller people who are older," I replied, awestruck at the kid's moves. The crowd was all for it. Clapping along and what not.

            "(Y/n)... you're going to have to go all out on you're self-choreographed program," (c/n) spoke up. "Don't push her past her limits. I don't want (y/n) to get hurt," my mom sighed. I'm right here mom. I'll be fine. "I'll win this for you."

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