Post by britchick on Oct 4, 2007 15:19:14 GMT -5
Title - Apolo & Julianne - What Happened Next? (Part 3)
Author - Britchick
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - This story is a complete and utter figment of my imagination. I have never met either Apolo Anton Ohno or Julianne Hough and the occurrences in this story have been completely fabricated.
Note - Please note that this is my first attempt at writing fiction so please be kind! Any constructive criticism is most welcome because it is the only way in which I will be able to develop my writing skills. Also, please remember that I am British and therefore there will be some disparity in spelling etc.
What Happened Next? Part 3
I couldn’t believe my ears. Sighing deeply, I replaced the phone in its cradle and stared at the piece of paper in front of me until the line of numbers was replaced with stars.
It just didn’t make any sense to me. Why would he agree to do this?
I closed my eyes and buried my head into my arms that were folded on the desk in front of me. The tears were close now, I could feel them burning the back of my eyelids threatening to spill over and cascade down my face. Oh God! Why had Apolo agreed to participate in the finale?
I never once thought that he would agree to do this. When I signed up to appear in the finale I figured that the producers would team me up with once of my other victorious pupils. After all, they had enough to choose from. This was to be my fifth series, and of the other four series I had participated in my track record was perfect. Four series, four victories. So why Apolo? Maybe the producers were trying to stir up controversy? Get the show on the front pages of the newspapers, increase the ratings, send the show out with a bang!
As I stood up to get myself a drink of water, a wave of nausea washed over me as reality hit. Oh God, I was going to have to see him again. At some point in the near future I was going to have to be in the same room as Apolo and I was going to have to actually talk to him.
Many times over the years since I had last seen him, I have rehearsed what I would say if I ran into him at the supermarket or at a party, but never once had I entertained the possibility that the conversation would span more than a 10 minute time period let alone a 10 week time period.
How was I going to get through this? He disliked me with an intense passion, that much I was sure of. Who wouldn’t be repulsed by a person who had pledged their undying love and future to them only to wake up and find that their love had married another man? The big question was why he wanted to see me again. He would have known that he was being coupled with me. The producers had told me that the invite would state so. So why accept?
The more I thought about it the more agitated I became. Before long I was pacing around the living room in full panic mode. My breathing had become ragged, my pulse was racing sending my blood hurtling through my veins at a rate of knots, my body temperature had rocketed and sweat was pouring from every pore. I couldn’t think straight. I needed to get out of here. Shoving the piece of paper into my jeans pocket I grabbing my purse and keys and headed for the door. There was only one person I could talk too, once person who knew everything and one person who could give me some perspective.
“Jules, what are you doing here?” Derek asked delicately obviously noticing the erratic look in my eyes. “Are you OK? You look, erm, stressed out.”
“Apolo’s signed up for the finale, Derek. The show’s producers called to let me know that he is on board and is awaiting my call to make arrangements for practice. What the hell am I gonna do?”
“Aww Jules” Derek sighed, standing to one side to let me in to his hotel room. “We both knew that this day would come at sometime or other, we knew that you would have to face him again at some point. This could be a good thing.”
My head snapped towards him with such ferocity that I feared I had given myself whiplash. “How exactly can you see this being a good thing?” I asked with a hint of anger in my voice. I didn’t want a lecture on moving forwards, resolving differences, putting the past behind me, I wanted sympathy to quash the overwhelming fear I was feeling.
“Well Jules, the way I see it is that anything worth having in this life usually costs you some way or other. You either have to study hard for it, train for it, or do something incredibly scary to achieve it. But it is worth it in the end believe you me. Seeing Apolo again is incredibly scary for you I know, but you will finally be able to clear your conscience and that will be worth the scary moments. Trust me.”
I sat down on the end of Derek’s bed and tried to calm myself. I knew what he was saying made sense. My moonlight flit three years ago had plagued me everyday ever since but I simple did not know whether I had the courage to see this through to any form of resolution.
“Besides Jules” he continued “you love Dancing With the Stars! It was the show that launched your career. You owe it to not just yourself, but also to the show to do this!”
He was right of course. Without Dancing With the Stars I would still be a struggling dancer trying to make my name in Hollywood but facing Apolo and my demons seemed liked a terrifying thing to have to do in order to pay homage to the show that I held close to my heart.
“I’m sorry to have barged in on you like this Derek” I said my breathing ragged. “But it all came as a bit of a shock to me and I didn’t know who else to speak to.”
Derek lowered himself onto the bed beside me and wrapped me in a brotherly hug “It’s OK Jules, I’m here whenever you need me."
I hugged him back putting all of my fear into the clinch. “Ouch Jules”, he said fondly ruffling my hair, “If you hug me any tighter you are going to cause me some serious damage little sis.” I released my grip and smiled at him ruefully.
“I’m just glad to have someone like you in my life who I can talk openly to and who gives me such good advice” I said, blushing slightly at the frank praise that was spilling from my lips.
Derek and I had the typical brother – sister relationship. Lots of good natured mickey-taking, and general ribbing but also a relationship where brute honestly ruled ... even if it was a little embarrassing at times.
“No probs Jules, you know I’m always here for you. I do think this could be really good for you though. The truth will set you free and all.”
This last sentence rang in my ears as I bade Derek goodbye and began to walk back to my car. By the time I had reached my car I had made a decision. The longer I left this the more damage it would do to me. The longer I left it, the more I would worry and the more stressed I would become. The more afraid I would be of seeing him and the more terrified I would be at the prospect of talking to him. I had to make the positive step to resolution now.
I began to root around in my jeans pocket for the scrumpled piece of paper. Having located it and my Blackberry I tentatively began to dial the number. One ring, two rings, three rings .... there was a click on the other end followed by a “hello”.
“Hello, Apolo? It’s Julianne Hough.”
Note from Author - Let me know your thoughts guys! The feedback you give me really helps!
Author - Britchick
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - This story is a complete and utter figment of my imagination. I have never met either Apolo Anton Ohno or Julianne Hough and the occurrences in this story have been completely fabricated.
Note - Please note that this is my first attempt at writing fiction so please be kind! Any constructive criticism is most welcome because it is the only way in which I will be able to develop my writing skills. Also, please remember that I am British and therefore there will be some disparity in spelling etc.
What Happened Next? Part 3
I couldn’t believe my ears. Sighing deeply, I replaced the phone in its cradle and stared at the piece of paper in front of me until the line of numbers was replaced with stars.
It just didn’t make any sense to me. Why would he agree to do this?
I closed my eyes and buried my head into my arms that were folded on the desk in front of me. The tears were close now, I could feel them burning the back of my eyelids threatening to spill over and cascade down my face. Oh God! Why had Apolo agreed to participate in the finale?
I never once thought that he would agree to do this. When I signed up to appear in the finale I figured that the producers would team me up with once of my other victorious pupils. After all, they had enough to choose from. This was to be my fifth series, and of the other four series I had participated in my track record was perfect. Four series, four victories. So why Apolo? Maybe the producers were trying to stir up controversy? Get the show on the front pages of the newspapers, increase the ratings, send the show out with a bang!
As I stood up to get myself a drink of water, a wave of nausea washed over me as reality hit. Oh God, I was going to have to see him again. At some point in the near future I was going to have to be in the same room as Apolo and I was going to have to actually talk to him.
Many times over the years since I had last seen him, I have rehearsed what I would say if I ran into him at the supermarket or at a party, but never once had I entertained the possibility that the conversation would span more than a 10 minute time period let alone a 10 week time period.
How was I going to get through this? He disliked me with an intense passion, that much I was sure of. Who wouldn’t be repulsed by a person who had pledged their undying love and future to them only to wake up and find that their love had married another man? The big question was why he wanted to see me again. He would have known that he was being coupled with me. The producers had told me that the invite would state so. So why accept?
The more I thought about it the more agitated I became. Before long I was pacing around the living room in full panic mode. My breathing had become ragged, my pulse was racing sending my blood hurtling through my veins at a rate of knots, my body temperature had rocketed and sweat was pouring from every pore. I couldn’t think straight. I needed to get out of here. Shoving the piece of paper into my jeans pocket I grabbing my purse and keys and headed for the door. There was only one person I could talk too, once person who knew everything and one person who could give me some perspective.
“Jules, what are you doing here?” Derek asked delicately obviously noticing the erratic look in my eyes. “Are you OK? You look, erm, stressed out.”
“Apolo’s signed up for the finale, Derek. The show’s producers called to let me know that he is on board and is awaiting my call to make arrangements for practice. What the hell am I gonna do?”
“Aww Jules” Derek sighed, standing to one side to let me in to his hotel room. “We both knew that this day would come at sometime or other, we knew that you would have to face him again at some point. This could be a good thing.”
My head snapped towards him with such ferocity that I feared I had given myself whiplash. “How exactly can you see this being a good thing?” I asked with a hint of anger in my voice. I didn’t want a lecture on moving forwards, resolving differences, putting the past behind me, I wanted sympathy to quash the overwhelming fear I was feeling.
“Well Jules, the way I see it is that anything worth having in this life usually costs you some way or other. You either have to study hard for it, train for it, or do something incredibly scary to achieve it. But it is worth it in the end believe you me. Seeing Apolo again is incredibly scary for you I know, but you will finally be able to clear your conscience and that will be worth the scary moments. Trust me.”
I sat down on the end of Derek’s bed and tried to calm myself. I knew what he was saying made sense. My moonlight flit three years ago had plagued me everyday ever since but I simple did not know whether I had the courage to see this through to any form of resolution.
“Besides Jules” he continued “you love Dancing With the Stars! It was the show that launched your career. You owe it to not just yourself, but also to the show to do this!”
He was right of course. Without Dancing With the Stars I would still be a struggling dancer trying to make my name in Hollywood but facing Apolo and my demons seemed liked a terrifying thing to have to do in order to pay homage to the show that I held close to my heart.
“I’m sorry to have barged in on you like this Derek” I said my breathing ragged. “But it all came as a bit of a shock to me and I didn’t know who else to speak to.”
Derek lowered himself onto the bed beside me and wrapped me in a brotherly hug “It’s OK Jules, I’m here whenever you need me."
I hugged him back putting all of my fear into the clinch. “Ouch Jules”, he said fondly ruffling my hair, “If you hug me any tighter you are going to cause me some serious damage little sis.” I released my grip and smiled at him ruefully.
“I’m just glad to have someone like you in my life who I can talk openly to and who gives me such good advice” I said, blushing slightly at the frank praise that was spilling from my lips.
Derek and I had the typical brother – sister relationship. Lots of good natured mickey-taking, and general ribbing but also a relationship where brute honestly ruled ... even if it was a little embarrassing at times.
“No probs Jules, you know I’m always here for you. I do think this could be really good for you though. The truth will set you free and all.”
This last sentence rang in my ears as I bade Derek goodbye and began to walk back to my car. By the time I had reached my car I had made a decision. The longer I left this the more damage it would do to me. The longer I left it, the more I would worry and the more stressed I would become. The more afraid I would be of seeing him and the more terrified I would be at the prospect of talking to him. I had to make the positive step to resolution now.
I began to root around in my jeans pocket for the scrumpled piece of paper. Having located it and my Blackberry I tentatively began to dial the number. One ring, two rings, three rings .... there was a click on the other end followed by a “hello”.
“Hello, Apolo? It’s Julianne Hough.”
Note from Author - Let me know your thoughts guys! The feedback you give me really helps!
What's he going to say? I am on the edge of my seat with this story! Keep going, you're doing great! 
You left it at a cliffhanger?
!!!!! J/k 
