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“He doesn’t,” Anna put in.
“I hate you the most,” Evan told her.
“What’ve you been confessing?” Johnny said, a note of something that sounded weirdly like cruelty in his voice. “Your secret lust for me? Did you come out to her with your secret adoration for me?” He was laughing over at Evan, and it was weird: his hair was very dark and his eyes were very green and his skin was very white, and it was like he perfectly contrasted with himself.
Evan didn’t know why he was suddenly finding Johnny Weir so freaking aesthetically pleasing. He said heatedly: “Speaking of coming out, what the hell was that interview about?”
“What interview?” Johnny asked, all wide-eyed and innocent like he didn’t know exactly what Evan meant.
“You are such a douchebag, Weir. Chelsea Handler. You know me and Tanith were for real!”
“You were?” Anna said interestedly. Why did she never believe him? Evan hated her.
“Yes, we were,” Evan told the two intensely irritating people in front of him. He was going to drop Anna on purpose during their freestyle. He was going to kill two birds with one stone and throw her right onto Johnny. “Why did you say that? Even if I was gay, which I’m not-”
“Sure you’re not,” Johnny said, being snide on purpose.
“Which I’m not. Anyway, you of all people should know that...” Evan ran out of words. He even ran out of caring. He didn’t even - what was the point in arguing with someone who was this determined to be right?
Johnny had set his jaw. “Okay, you’re right,” he said, both interrupting and contradicting Evan’s mist of barely formed thoughts. “I shouldn’t have implied... whatever. No one noticed, though.”
“Of course they noticed,” Evan said, and broke off. He narrowed his eyes at Johnny. “I’m not going to argue with you. I have a very important day today.”
“Yeah, we do,” Anna agreed, and half-smiled over at Johnny. “Maybe you should...”
“Yeah, fine.” Johnny held up his hands in defeat. “I’m gone.”
He disappeared outside the trailer door. Evan heard footsteps and voices, and then Johnny’s voice, polite and loud, the sort of voice he always used when he was being filmed or there were reporters around or something.
“I’m rooting for Nicole, of course. Or maybe Erin. Who’s the other guy? What was his name?” A brief pause, presumably so that Johnny could make dramatic ‘I’m thinking really hard’ faces into the camera. Anna caught Evan’s eye, looking amused. “No, I’m kidding,” Johnny’s voice came from outside. “Of course I’m voting for Evan. I loved his rumba, it was incredibly sexy.” Evan winced slightly. “And I’m sure he will be fabulous today. Vote Evan and Anna!” Johnny finished. There was more shuffling and some quieter voices.
Evan collapsed into the chair next to Anna. “I don’t understand him,” he said quietly.
She laughed and stretched out a hand to ruffle his hair gently. “He seems nice,” she said, sounding encouraging.
“How is Johnny Weir nice?” Evan said, astounded.
“To people who aren’t you he seems nice,” Anna amended. “He’s the swan guy?”
“Yep,” Evan said tightly.
“I didn’t recognise him out of his feathers.”
“You’ve seen him skate?”
“I Youtubed him.” She tapped one of her nails, apparently wondering if it was still wet. “After you talked about him so much.”
“I didn’t talk about him so much,” Evan scoffed. It was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. He wasn’t like Johnny, who obsessed over rivalries for like, half of his TV show, which Evan basically never watched, anyway.
“Evan.” Anna reached out to touch his arm. She seemed serious in a different way from when she was on the verge of killing him for being terrible at footwork. “Relax. Like I said: he seems like a good guy.”
*
That evening, after Evan had won, right after he got home from the DWTS party, he added Johnny to his Twitter feed. A couple hours later, in the early hours of the morning when he should have been sleeping, Johnny added him back.
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THIS IS HOW LOVE BEGINS.
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This is AMAZING so far!
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But, please, keep on writing the prequel AND "Chasing The Sun".
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BY THE WAY, ANON, IF YOU EVER WANTED THE RIGHTS TO MY UNBORN CHILDREN, THAT LINE JUST BOUGHT THEM.
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