Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
“I wish I could be more like you,” Evan had said to him. “So honest, so myself, regardless of what other people will think of me.”
He had laughed. “What’s stopping you?” he’d asked, lifting his head off Evan’s chest.
Instead of answering, Evan had just shrugged and ruffled up his hair.
Now, as he was watching Evan receive the US championship trophy, the trophy that could have – should have! – been his, for his performance had been better than Evan’s, Johnny wondered if Evan would still fancy being like him. He thought not. Being Johnny Weir came at a price.