~from this point on, it's going to be Yuri's POV unless it says otherwise~

I collapsed on the bed, my stomach churning. I wasn't hungry, nor was I tired. I just lay upon my messy bed, staring at the blank ceiling. My phone was in my hand, playing music that I wasn't listening to. It was at this point where I wanted nothing more than to talk to Otabek, but at the same time wanted to avoid talking to him. I didn't have much of a choice than to answer when my phone's ringtone sounded.

"Hey... Otabek what's up?" Even I have to admit, I sounded pretty dead.

"Yuri? Are you... ok? You sound weird." Great, I made Otabek worry about me. Just great...

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, life is very confusing right now." That was the most indirect-but true-answer that I could come up with.

"Well, I'm here if you need to talk about it."

I so badly wanted to tell him, but I was afraid. Scared, more than I've ever been. If I was interested, I would have no problem getting a girl, but this... this is different. I wanted-no, probably needed-to talk about this to Otabek, but I couldn't do it directly. So, being the idiot I am, which don't I just ask him what to do indirectly?

"Well... I dunno... but there's this person I like and I'm almost certain they don't like me back." I said. Even though I didn't tell Otabek directly, my cheeks were probably a scarlet color by now. This was a bad choice, why am I doing this again?

"Well, you're attitude isn't something every can put up with, that's for sure." Otabek said, laughing. I love his laugh. It shows that he had more than his stoic demeanor.

Maybe I didn't screw up? I smiled, jokingly becoming defensive. "Hey! I'm only like this because life is so unfair."

"Yeah, it's so unfair towards you because it made you win gold. Sooo unfair, right?" Otabek said sarcastically.

"Exactly!" I laughed. My mood lightened, and I almost forgot about what had happened earlier. "Well, I don't want to keep you awake any later, considering that it's later for you than it is for me, so I hope we can talk tomorrow." I concluded.

"Yeah, talk to you then. Bye."

"Bye."

With that, the call ended and I just held the phone to my heart. I continued to stare at the ceiling until my eyes closed, a smile still apparent on my face.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to fall in love...