Going for the Gold

Carson is a 17 year old that has only been surrounded by gymnastics. With the Olympics coming up, she is pressured into perfecting each routine for trials. One day, when her mom couldn't pick her up, she was forced into taking the subway. In the one cart she decided to sit in, she met someone that would change her life forever. Will Carson go to the Olympics and get the gold she has been practicing years for with that special someone by her side?

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2. I Just Met You

 

"Have you gotten your plane tickets yet?" My mom asked as I was pulling my hair back.

She walked into the bathroom door way and rested her body against the door frame and watched me.

"No, but he said they should be here soon. Don't worry Mom we still have another week!"

I bobby pinned my bangs back.

"Also, your phone went off. It was from...Niall?"

"Uhm" I said automatically,

"Who's that?" She asked squinting her eyes studying me.

"He's a new coach at the gym" I stuttered out, "Probably reminding me we're doing bars again"

"Why are you doing bars again? You should be practicing every single event not doubling up."

"I know Mom but just...I'm having trouble on them."

"What"

"Not major trouble just a little thing Mom I promise don't worry its fine"

I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my warm up jacket. I wanted to cry. She was always really hard on me when it came to gymnastics. She wasn't even the same person.

"Can I just take the subway again? I don't want to bother you and it gives me time to get gymnastics in my head"

She gave me a suspicious look, "Fine. You're acting weird Carson...Everything Okay?"

"No, Mom I'm fine! I'm just, Uhm, tired still"

I turned around and started for the station. The early morning wind chilled my face. The streets were empty because school was out; kids were sleeping while I was going to the gym.

I reached into my pocket to check the time but I forgot my phone at home. I quietly cussed to myself and I went down the stairs under the city. I bought my ticket and headed for the platform.

There he was, sitting on a bench. His blonde hair crazy, his head down and his eyes closed. He had headphones it slightly tapping his foot.

I carefully walked up behind him and placed my hands around his eyes. He jumped and his head rose quickly. I pulled out one of his headphones and he did the other.

"Guess" I whispered into his ear.

I watched as his arm got goose bumps.

"Well, I hope its Carson" his cute Irish accent sang out.

I laughed and sat down on the bench beside him.

"I was expecting a text. I didn't get one by now so I thought you were blowing me off" he explained while he took the headphones and stuffed them in his pocket.

"Oh no! I just left it at home. My mom was irritating me so I just kind of left without grabbing it" I said.

We sat there a few moments quietly. I thought back at my mom questioning me about Niall. She would be so angry if she knew what I was doing right now. Boys weren't allowed during competition season. Especially now...

"Why was she making you mad?" he yawned while playing with the keychain I had on my bag.

"She uh, she saw you texted me and I had to lie about who it was and so I made up-"

"Wait, you lied about me?" he asked a little hurt. Was this a big deal?

"Niall, we've known each other a day. I don't think it’s that big of a deal. Plus my mom-"

"Oh, so I'm not that big of a deal?" he asked sitting up. I could tell that he was getting irritated. What did he think? That I would just fall in love with him after one day of knowing him?

"Are you going to cut me off again or can I finish?" I said getting an attitude.

"Okay, you can finish" he sighed.

"My mom doesn't allow me to talk to boys during the competition season, especially now since I have Olympic tryouts in a week. If she figured out I'd be on lock down." I said not looking at him once. To be honest I was slightly embarrassed. I was seventeen. My mom still controlled my life like I was 12.

"Oh" was all Niall could say.

I felt my eyes tear up. I stood up and walked away without even telling him. I jogged for the bathroom.

"Carson!" I heard him yell behind me.

I slammed the door on him and I felt the tears fall down my cheeks. I paced the bathroom to calm myself down. I knew I shouldn't have walked with him after the subway ride last night. It was stupid of me.

He knocked on the bathroom door, "Carson can I please talk to you?"

I didn't reply. Could he just leave so I could get to the cart before it got there?

"Please?" He asked again.

I still stayed silent.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My chestnut brown hair was pulled back tight. My hazel eyes were bloodshot. My lips were light pink and full. Freckles lightly dusted my nose.

I slowly opened the bathroom door. I watched him walk back to the bench and sit down. After a few minutes I heard the subway coming. Niall got up and walked back up the stairs. After I knew he was for sure gone I sprinted to my cart, barely making it.

*

"Carson you've never messed up there. Get it together!" Coach yelled at me as I climbed back on the beam after falling off. I redid the routine stumbling in the same exact part.

“What’s going on? This isn’t the time to be messing up,” he raised his voice.

All the girls turned to look at us.

“Sorry,” I murmured and I got back on the beam.

“Clear your head. Do it again” he said gaining his control back.

After a hard practice in the morning, it was finally time for lunch. I sat on one of the benches and ate a granola bar and apple from the vending machine. Phil came up to me and asked to talk.

“What’s going on that you’re not focused?”

I finished chewing my apple.

“My mom and I had an argument” I lied.

“Don’t let that bad energy follow you to the gym. Your mom doesn’t matter right now okay? This is all you.”

I nodded my head. He was right. This was my dream, partly hers too but still.

I finished my practice with bars, which, was much better than my beam this morning.

“Carson!’ my coach yelled at me just as I was leaving.

He handed me an envelope.

“Your plane tickets,” he said explain what they were.

“Thanks Phil” I smiled.

These tickets were one step closer.

I walked to the station a few hours earlier. Phil was generous and let me only have a half a day of practice. I rode alone and walked the empty Brooklyn streets to my family’s row house. I placed the tickets on the kitchen island and went straight to my room. I laid on my bed and took a much needed nap. 

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