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Stubborn
~by Estriel~

Jen tak pro informaci: Napsáno po shlédnutí první tiskové konference na Mistrovství USA 2007 ve Spokane, před krátkým programem. Johnny a trenérka Priscilla Hill byli na řadě první, po nich přišel na řadu Evan Lysacek a jeho trenér Frank Caroll. Johnny během tiskovky zmínil, že v pondělí při posledním tréninku před odletem do Spokane upadl na bok, který si v prosinci na finále Grand Prix zranil.
Přezdívka Great Straight Hope (volně přeloženo: Velká Hetero Naděje) je skutečná a Evanovi ji již dříve přiřknul jeden internetový deník s tím, že na Evana se všichni dívají jako na nějakou "záchranu" mužského krasobruslení v USA - sport má zřejmě zachránit od Johnnyho Weira, který se moc "straight" nechová.

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„Good job, honey,“ Priscilla whispers into his ear as they’re leaving the press conference room.

„Do you think they noticed anything?” he asks, putting on a polite smile for the journalist hurrying in the other direction.

“No, it seems that they didn’t,” she says, putting her arm around his waist to support him.

“Leave that. I can walk myself,” he hisses through gritted teeth, wincing in pain with every step.

“Just trying to help,” she mutters apologetically. “Watch out,” she whispers suddenly. “There comes the Great Straight Hope.”

Johnny flashes a bright smile and greets Evan Lysacek with a grin and a Hi so bright you’d think they’re friends meeting for a picnic.
“Tsss, Great Straight Hope. He fucked half the Olympic team last season. And I assure you it was not the female half.”

Priscilla gives him a queer look.

“Not me,” he rolls his eyes at her. “Please,” he snorts. “I have standards.”

They reach the empty skaters’ lounge and Johnny sits down, sighing in relief.

“Show me the hip,” Priscilla commands and he obliges, shucking off his jeans. “Goodness! It’s even worse than last night,” she runs her fingertips across the purple bruise. “Are you sure you want this, Johnny?”

“I do. I won’t let anyone call me a coward. I might be going down… but not without a fight,” he says, buttoning up his jeans. “We’ll see who has more balls – their precious wannabe straightboy, or the ice princess,” he smirks stubbornly. “But can you get the doctor for me now, please?”

~fin~


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