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Figure Skating Post!
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A couple of weeks after Johnny had started following Evan’s inane tweets, he somehow found himself sitting across from Evan Lysacek drinking coffee. So far they’d managed to avoid actual conversation - there had been a brief hello and a pause when neither of them had known what physical action to make, like shaking hands all masculine and gruff, or hugging someone they were about to probably fight with. And then they’d talked briefly about what drinks they’d order, and then silence had reigned.
“So why did you want to see me?” Johnny asked. He enjoyed small talk, but he wasn’t sure how to do it with fucking Evan Lysacek.
Evan shifted, looking uncomfortable. “Well, I was in town.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “Whatever. That’s a terrible excuse. You’ve been here many, many times-” He took a brief break to lick some latte foam off his spoon. “-without feeling the desperate urge to pick up the phone - okay, not even that, to text me, and arrange a coffee date.”
“This isn’t a date,” Evan said.
“Obviously not,” Johnny agreed, hoping his revulsion showed on his face.
Evan stared into his smoothie, looking disheartened and thoughtful and orange. “I mean what I told you before,” he said, still not making eye contact with Johnny. “I’m not gay.”
“I don’t know what your point is,” Johnny told him blankly. “I already apologised for the Chelsea Handler thing.” Even though there was a part of him that still just thought it was not a big deal and just funny. It wasn’t as if it had been calculated - just a tongue in cheek nod to the fact that everyone seemed to think that figure skating was super gay. He’d got an upset phonecall from Tanith afterwards. That actually had made him regret it a little.
“I felt like you would understand,” Evan said plaintively, “I mean, you don’t tell people.”
Johnny eyed him. “Evan, did I actually hurt your feelings?”
Evan set his jaw. “No,” he said, lying as terribly as he always did. “I just think that it’s kind of hypocritical that-”
“Evan, please don’t tell me about being hypocritical, because that’s all kinds of ironic,” Johnny said. He looked down at his latte, trying to judge how long it would take him to drink it. Maybe a couple of minutes to wait for it to cool, three minutes to not enjoy it as much as he would if he was actually relaxing with a friend, and then another minute to make up some kind of fabulous lie so he could get his ass out of there. This had all been the worst idea maybe ever.
He took a deep breath. “Listen, Lysacek, life is not about fitting into categories. Don’t you get it? You don’t have to define yourself, so stop trying so fucking hard...” Johnny was abruptly distracted by a woman wearing white jeans with the most horrific muffin top he’d ever seen. “My God,” he murmured to Evan, “what is that?”
Evan followed his gaze. He smiled reluctantly. “She does look pretty bad,” he admitted.
“Ugh. And with those shoes.” Johnny dragged his attention back to Evan. “Did you get, like, a million tweets about me when you added me to Twitter?”
Evan was nodding almost before he’d finished speaking. “Oh yeah. It was crazy. But, I mean, everyone adds their acquaintances to Twitter. I don’t think it’s a big deal. And on, like, Facebook, I have a lot of people I know way less than you.”
Johnny kind of wanted to huff something like “You don’t know me at all, bitch,” but he was pretty sure that it wasn’t the time or place. Instead he just said, “Yes, that’s true.” He licked some more latte foam off his spoon and continued, “Of course, now I may retire I doubt we’ll be seeing each other much at all.”
“What?” Evan was looking at Johnny’s spoon, because he had the attention span of a pea and was attracted to anything shiny. “Oh. I guess. What about at events?”
Johnny shrugged slightly. “I don’t think I’ll have much time for events with my FIT schedule.”
“Oh.” Evan seemed to take a moment to digest that. “You’re definitely retiring, then,” he said, sounding quiet.
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Dear Anon, please DO NOT EVER apologize for this! In fact, feel free to commit this sin AS OFTEN AS YOU LIKE. :) :) :)
(Captcha: "artist oversize." Artist like Johnny, and oversize like Evan's nose! :P )
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