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I was in utter euphoria when I first glanced at him. He was beautiful, wait no more than that he was something else. Something more.. What was it? Ah yes, ethereal but yet unrealistic, I sometimes can’t even believe I'm friends with him. But why not more? Why can’t I be just a little bit more. He never notices, so then I finally shoot my shot and what do I get? Nothing but heartbreak. “I’m sorry Yuuri.. but I only see you as a close friend..” FRIEND..!? I couldn’t take it, tears started to prick my eyes. I ran away before he could mutter another word. I should have expected this, he made no hints anyway so why? Why did I go after him? He was graceful and elegant but what else.. I forgot why, why did I like him again?
Months later, I’m more ravishing than ever. Soft pink blush gracing my cheeks, long lashes and more than any man or woman can ask for. But ugh I can’t even deal with catcallers. I admire myself and I love it when people admire me (although silently). I know I’m beautiful but no need to say it like such a- hmm.. How do I put this kindly.. Disgusting way; I despise people who catcall they are all utterly shameless and obnoxious people. Nevertheless I’ve been the best I have ever had a beautiful pear shaped body. My looks are enchanting. No man or woman could ever deny my beauty, some stare and admirably others stare in jealousy but why should I worry? They are no match for my looks anyway.
M-my heart.. Oh no please not again.. My heart it's about to burst out of my chest, why, why can’t dear cupid just let me be? Even if I take a small glance at him my heart goes into pure bliss. He's like an angel sent to earth to spread smiles and laughs on every living being's face. Viktor Nikiforov, he was graceful, kind albeit reckless. I admired him by a distance, he seemed untouchable; unapproachable even.
Little did I know I was being watched. Christophe Giacommetti, Viktor’s closest friend. Flirty, steaming HOT ( no joke ) but cute with glasses, an absolute expert in learning about his victims and fun fact I was one of them.
“Yuuri Katuski, ya’ interested Viktor? I’ve heard a lot about him. Moved schools, Ethnicity : Japanese and 18 years old, Beautiful, humble, fierce yet shy and also the Captain of the Gymnastics team but filanders a little bit in figure skating and ballet. I even a heard a rumor that he's quite flexible in be-” said Chris flirtatiously but before he could finish Viktor had interrupted him in embarrassment “CHRIS STOP IT!” Viktor’s face flushed red like a PLATINUM haired tomato. “Fine, fine I'll quit the teasing but, do you know the whole school is after his adorable ass, mon cher”, “Mmm I see.. Also, sometimes I forget why you’re my best friend Chris..” Viktor murmured just loud enough for Chris to hear while looking down, “ *gasp* How dare you!” Chris spoke back fake pouting,putting a hand on his heart dramatically; Viktor giggling afterwards at his outright silliness.