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FILL:I love you I hate you part 7a/?

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‘Ne me quitte pas……………Don't go away
Je t'inventerai………………I would invent
Des mots insensés…………The words without sense　　
Que tu comprendras ………That you can only understand'

When they were children, Stephane never judged Johnny’s penchant to be like a girl, just accepted him as he was. Johnny cherished him like a cute puppy.

But Johnny had every reason to loath Stephane. This Swiss puppy was not disciplined enough, annoying Johnny with so many silly questions. He was too active and oblivious, “C’est rigolo (it’s funny)!” “Il est amusant (he is interesting)!” “Qu’elle est jolie (how she’s beautiful)!” He was too easy to be distracted. In their hide and seek games, he sometimes forgot what they were doing, forcing Johnny to go to find him and inevitably made Johnny a villain instead of a tragic princess.

Johnny had every reason to loath Stephane. That puppy was growing too fast, outgrew Johnny so easily. Since Johnny had won junior title, it was always Stephane who ranked higher if he was healthy, who became the world champion, not Johnny. Subtle power shifting between them made him nervous.

Even worse, on the “Champions On Ice” tour after Moscow they had to rekindle their old friendship. Johnny enjoyed being in the company of Tatiana and Marina, but he could not occupy the ladies’ affection just on himself with all his fashionista knowledge and quick wit, because the Swiss puppy is more sweet and adorable. They were cuddling him like a baby brother; Johnny had to accept it.

How much Johnny loved to be on the ladies’ side. When he got to partying and drank too much, he ended up with this disgusting Swiss puppy in his hotel room. He was in a relationship with Drew, and apparently his type was Maxim, strangely it’s so comfortable and fun to be tangled up and messing around with Stephane.

‘This is just a friendly relation,’ Johnny convinced himself. But his drunken memory was so blurry that he remembered was a kind laughter, slight giggle and faint lusty glimmer in the Stephane’s huge eyes and the morning they woke up happily and cheerfully. ‘Is he or isn’t he? Did we or didn’t we?’ The　questions were running around in his head.

But when Johnny was quite sober waiting Stephane to come to his room, he never showed up. If he asked Stephane’s whereabouts’, someone replied, “He’s hanging with xxxx and went out.” Always this xxxx was the hottest guy or girl in the club they had been to.

Stephane’s volatile nightly adventures made Johnny mad, he was a bit control freak, but no one on the earth could control Stephane. Besides he had no right to inquire, they were just very good friends.

Thus maddening and entertaining tour was over. Saying good bye, Stephane looked quite innocent and unreadable. Their friendly friendship had to continue.

The worst　thing happened at the Olympics. Stephane stole his silver medal and his‘what?’Johnny was freaked out thinking this ‘what’. Stephane made Johnny cry, left him alone with his heart stripped down naked, then landed on the world champion’s place again.

Johnny had every reason to loath Stephane. But when they met again, Johnny could not help him smiling, being happy and eased. And he really hated it.