Silver or Gold ( A Victurri Novel )

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I groan, rolling over to find my phone.

"Hello?" I croak, my right hand searching the bed for my glasses.

"Yuuuuuuuriiiii!!!!" Minako's voice screeches.

Gah! I pull the phone away from my ear, head pounding.

"I can't believe you skated Victor's program!!! It was so beautiful!"

"Wh- what are you talking about?" I rub my eyes and continue searching.

Where the heck are my glasses? I can't see.

"Uh, are you seriously telling me you didn't know?! Your video went VIRAL!!!" She yells.

She must not have been drinking this morning, her voice is too clear for-

WAIT

WHAT?!

"WHAT?!" I scream, jumping out of bed. My foot catches and my body collides with the floor. A dull thud resonates through the house.

"Yuri! I'll send a link!" She laughs, the call ending.

Mere moments later, the screen lights up. I open the message, confused and wanting answers.

"Yuri Katsuki of Japan Skates Victor Nikiforov's famous program-" I mouth the words in disbelief.

No way. This can't be- Five million views?!?!

I want to DIE!!!

I scroll down, frantically searching to find who posted it.

Wait... Yuko? No! It must have been her girls!

I pull on shoes and run outside and down the street. I sleep in similar sweats to the ones I practice in, so nobody will know the difference. I pull a hoodie on while sprinting, my heart pounding. I can't feel my body. I can't even think!

What if-

What if VICTOR sees it!

This CAN'T be happening!!

I bust through the doors to the skating rink and fly over to the counter, screaming Yuko's name.

"Oh hey, Yur-" Yuko stops, her smile dropping. 

"You must have seen the video."

"I am so sorry! The girls posted it without permission and it had so many views by the time I found out that it was too late! I'm sorry, Yuri!" She bowed over and over again.

Wait... was I hearing slight laughter in her tone? THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!! I'm fat! Victor can't see me like this! He already saw me fail at the Grand Prix Final last year! I can't let him see me while I'm fat too!

"Yuko! I- Five million people saw me make a fool of myself in one night!" I panic, my arms flailing desperately, as if trying to find something to steady my spinning mind. "I'd rather DIE than have Viktor see it! He'd probably hate me if he knew I was copying his routine! It makes me look unoriginal and cheap!" I cry, covering my face.

"Yuri, I hate to tell you this, but it has six million views now. Many of them in America and Russia." She says, as if it's going to calm me down.

I turn and run out of the ice rink. My knees scream with pain, bruises forming from my fall yesterday.

I didn't stop until I made it home, running though the house and into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I can't face anyone right now. Not even the posters of Viktor. I feel like the pairs of paper eyes are judging me. 

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(A/N) Hey! See any big mistakes? Let me know! I prefer a polite approach, and I'm sure all of you are sweet as pie!  I can't wait to continue this story! 

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it! 

I'm in college and in my third year of college English, so I hope there aren't many mistakes. Nothing is worse than badly written fanfiction!

Loves and stuff! -Rocki