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Evan’s there, sitting on the edge of the other bed, face pale under the fake tan, texting furiously. His bed is neatly made and his shoes are lined up perfectly under the TV cabinet.
And, okay, it’s not that Johnny forgot, exactly, but Johnny’d been dreaming about flying to Switzerland with Stephane and eating all the Nutella they could handle. Waking up to Evan Lysacek just hadn’t really…registered.
“Morning,” Johnny says, pushing into a standing position, cataloging the aches and pains from the movement-left hip, stiff, right knee, bruised from yesterday.
“Good morning,” Evan says, not looking up.
Well, then, Johnny thinks, Fine.
Johnny showers and changes (yes, in the bathroom, even though Johnny hates the way steam makes all the clothes feel damp) and takes a second in front of the mirror, standing and looking.
Johnny’s face is the same. Well, close enough, anyway. No one else will be looking the way Johnny looks-no one else will notice the slight softness of the jaw or how Johnny’s hairline has crept forward ever so slightly, mellowing Johnny’s forehead. No one else will see.
Johnny runs a hand down the throat-no Adam’s apple, of course, and everything feels smaller, more fragile. The chest-and Johnny’s breasts are tiny, almost barely there, but the skin is soft in a way that Johnny’s not used to, the flesh beneath forgiving. It’s still strange, having something there that’s not a muscle.
Johnny pulls on a stretchy black bra from Paris, a blue t-shirt, and a gray sweater. Hidden underneath the sweater, Johnny’s body looks the same. Almost…how it used to be.
Back in the room, Evan’s phone is on top of his suitcase and Evan himself is reading his book again-and oh, Jesus, Johnny can see the spine, now, and it’s-The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People. Of course.
Johnny can barely contain the burst of laughter, and Evan looks up, puzzled.
“What?”
“Um, nothing,” Johnny manages. “Just, um, good morning. Again.”
“Good morning,” Evan replies, not buying it for a second. “It’s the book, isn’t it.” He sets it down and narrows his eyes at Johnny.
“Yes, well, it’s just-exactly what I used to picture you reading. Um, me, and Tanith, and pretty much every other figure skater ever,” Johnny adds, breaking into laughter again. It’s too perfect. Of course Evan reads it.
“It’s good,” Evan says, frowning slightly. “Patrick gave it to me for Christmas last year. He said he’d heard it was my favorite.”
“Chan gives you Christmas presents?”
Johnny takes pity on Evan and explains exactly why one should never trust Chan, a one-sided conversation that lasts until they’ve gotten down to breakfast, taking seats at the same table as Brian.
“Seriously, never take anything from him again,” Johnny finishes, “Especially not pants.”
“From who?” Brian looks up from his spinach omelet.
“From Chan,” Johnny answers, laughing. “He gives Evan Christmas presents.”
“L’enfant,” Brian says acerbically. Then, of course, Evgeni walks in, scaring Evan into silence. Evgeni appears to have conveniently forgotten he speaks English, which Johnny shrugs and goes along with because hey, it was the Olympics. Johnny understands. Brian ignores them all.
On the way out, Evan reaches out and touches Johnny’s sleeve.
“The book thing. It was a big joke, wasn’t it,” Evan says, almost glumly. “You said, almost every figure skater ever.”
Evan looks kind of pathetic (and tired and unwashed and gross, but Patti taught Johnny better than to say that).
“Yeah,” Johnny says after a moment. “It kind of was.”
Johnny doesn’t apologize.
“Oh,” Evan nods, looking away, but he still takes the seat next to Johnny on the bus.
The ride is pretty quiet, so Johnny thinks about it some more. Yeah, if Evan’s just now finding out that a lot of people mocked him for a really long time, that sucks-but he brought it on himself, and Johnny is so, so not feeling at all guilty about this. Besides, if it had been Johnny they’d mocked, the book’s title would’ve been a hell of a lot worse.
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LOL at Chan. I just kind of have to wonder why Evan didn't question him about getting him a book if he thought it was his favorite, since you'd think then he would already have a copy. (But that's so totally Evan and his slight obliviousness, not anything strange about your writing)
Still enjoying this
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