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THIRTY-SEVEN
TRAVIS
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THE SNARKY GLOVE
#1 UFC & MMA GOSSIP SOURCE FOR FANGIRLS
Dearest Fans,
Stop the presses!
We have just received pictures of Mr. & Mrs. Carter from several years ago. If you zoom in past the selfie-takers and into the background, you can clearly see that it’sthem.
Standing in a hallway, Travis cups Tatiana’s face in his hands while pinning her against the wall with his hips. He’s seconds away from kissing her lips, seconds away from taking the keycard in her hand and swiping it against the suite next to them.
According to our source, the first two shots were taken at a hotel in Canada, while the others were snapped elsewhere. They stumbled across them while working on a video project about figure skating.
Assuming these takes aren’t photoshopped (we’re about to spend our entire weekend to make sure), this would imply that there’s more to their love story than what they’ve told us.
Have they lied about never falling for each other until recently? Why is he touching her like that if they “never knew each other well until now?”
We’re determined to find out.
Stay tuned for more news & updates,
The Snarky Glove
ACT TEN
BACK THEN
TATIANA
Sochi, Russia
There’s no way I can win gold today.
My heart is splintering inside my chest, and I can feel each shard’s impact as I complete the final two spins in my short program.
To anyone watching, my skating looked flawless the past couple of minutes, but I know better.
Despite rehearsing this routine a million times, I faltered twice in the middle of a simple axel. My speed dragged when I launched into a triple lutz, and even though I haven’t made any other mistakes, there’s little room for error at this level.
The music stops, and I hold my pose at the center of the rink. A thunderous applause breaks out in the arena, followed by joyous cries of “USA! USA!”
Faking a smile, I skate toward my coach and cover my blades before heading toward the ‘kiss and cry’ area. Hundreds of depressing thoughts are running through my mind, and I’m far too disappointed in myself to stop them.
Maybe if I’d gotten one more week of practice, stopped staying up late to talk on the phone, or hadn’t driven to see Travis last month when I lied to Coach about being sick...
