1 100+ words, Victor/Chris as friends, pre canon, it’s at the beginning of their friendship Victor’s like 17yo here. hurt/comfort/teenagers being idiots.
Chris knows it: Victor can’t keep a promise. Maybe he should just deal with it, maybe it was time to accept his friend will never stop breaking his heart.
Now that he knew, Chris wondered if he hadn’t rather stay unaware. Then he could have shut up his doubts and act like if nothing strange happened. But it was too late: Georgi have told him everything. And the fact that Chris went to see him, asking with puppy eyes why Victor wasn’t anywhere to be found, wasn’t worth mentioning. Victor only had himself to blame: he was the traitor here, and he was the one who forgot Georgi’s honesty. Chris was only a victim.
Now that his doubts were confirmed, Chris couldn’t sleep. He thought of leaving the hotel to join Victor, but he was sure it would only make things worse. He may as well stay here, try to have a good night, and let Victor have fun – alone. When Chris heard Victor coming back in the night, convulsing with laughter while walking past his door, Chris shamefully realized he actually wanted his friend to not have fun. He had been bored to death all night, it was only fair for Victor to be too. And even the bags under Victor’s eyes the next morning were only a cold comfort. On the contrary, Chris wanted the same, even if it meant arguing with Josef in the same way Yakov and Victor were – it was just another part of the game, of their game.
Chris followed Victor as soon as the latter move away from his coach. It was abrupt, to not even let Victor time to breath, and Chris felt an ounce of guilt which widen as the sight of his friend’s miffed expression. It didn’t stop him though. He joined Victor outside in front of the emergency exit. Victor smiled weakly when he noticed him – completely aware of what he did, thought Chris.
“Hey, Chris.”
“Hey?” He frowned in disbelief. “You stab me in the back and you say “hey”?”
Victor’s smile disappeared. He was embarrassed, was looking for his words.
“You’re exaggerating, I didn’t really “stab you in the back”. I mean-”
“You promised!”
Chris shouted without realizing it himself. Of course, he already knew how forgetful was his friend. So maybe he could have expected it, maybe he shouldn’t have let the hope take its place. Maybe he should just accept it: Victor never kept his promises, Victor will never stop breaking his heart.
“They would have never let you in anyway, it’s already a miracle I could.”
“So what? We would have waited outside, trying all night, who cares. But you had promised we would go together!”
Victor didn’t know what to say. Chris wasn’t expecting a lot, he would have been fine with an apology, but he was done with excuses and improvised justifications.
“You should stop making promises you don’t intend to keep, Victor.”
Chris was tired, he hated fighting with Victor. Now that he thought about it, it was the first time it happened – it was already too much. He sighed and turned away, letting Victor all alone.
In all honesty, Victor didn’t remember his promise. He didn’t doubt he made it, but he couldn’t situate the moment, nor recall his words. Though beyond that, he had plenty of occasion to re-invite Chris to come with him. The night before, when he proudly told Georgi he was going to a club despite being only 17 year old, he had felt like something was missing. Later again, when he was walking there, he thought of Chris and wondered why he hadn’t asking him to come. He could have text him when he arrived, Chris would have show up. But he didn’t do anything.
His evening hadn’t been bad, but when he came back to the hotel he told himself it would have been even better with Chris. He even stopped in front of his door, tempting to ask his friend to end the night together. But he didn’t. He knew Chris wouldn’t have like knwoing he went to a club without him. So he had chosen to pospone the unvoidable fight. Now, he wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to get over it sooner. He knew Chris would find out, maybe unconsciously he showed off to Georgi so he wouldn’t have to be the one telling Chris. He deserved every words Chris said, even if it sting like tiny rasor’s blades, more violent than all of Yakov’s sermons. Once Chris was back inside, Victor realized he didn’t even apologise. What a shitty friend he was.
His short program was awful. Everytime he tried to concetrate on the notes, Victor remembered Chri’s tone, his furrowed brow and drained look. How many times had he hurt him, exactly? He failed his triple axel. Good. He deserved to fall as many times. Chris was his only friend, but he wasn’t sure it was still true. Friendship wasn’t his thing, and that was precisely what he was blamed for. It seemed he had screwed up one time too many, he let Chris down and it was too late to offer his hand; Chris got back on his feet and he was leaving away. The applause tasted like pity and embarrassment. Victor left the rink as fast as he could and ignored Yakov. Chris already skated, and he had to find him.
He found him sitting on the stairs, one floor below. When he sat next to him and Chris didn’t even turn his head, he felt ridiculous.
“You were good on the ice.”
All the time Chris stayed silent, like if Victor weren’t there at all, Victor considered leaving and ruining everything once and for all, as he was only good at staying alone anyway. But Chris eventually replied.
“You weren’t.”
He finally turned his head, and when they eyes met, they both bursted out in laughter.
“I’m sorry,” said Chris. “It was stupid. You don’t have to bring me everywhere you go. And it isn’t your fault if your memory sucks.”
His body was filled with relief as Victor regretted not being the first to apologise. He was the one who messed things up, who didn’t think before doing anything except when it came to break his routine. Maybe he wasn’t made for long-lasting relationships, maybe he was fated to wander in his own world, unable to cross and meet the other side where everyone else was. But when he was laughing with Chris, it seemed like they were both stucked. Or maybe that Chris was the only one who could create a link between him and the others.
“No, you are right. I shouldn’t make promises that I’m gonna forget. And it wasn’t fair to say you were exaggerating.” Something was missing, the most important. “I’m sorry.”
Chris slowly nodded.
“Could I come next time?
“It depends.” Victor stopped shortly, enjoying Chris’s confused smile. “Are you free tonight?”
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