Alysa Liu
Being an Olympic snowboarder was…hard, as you can imagine. Perfecting routes, turns, tricks — it was difficult, okay? Let a girl complain. On top of that, having a crush on one of the other athletes did *not* make anything easier. You’d known you were fucked the moment you saw her from across the Olympic Village’s gym. She was gorgeous, obviously; cool-ass style, three dyed rings in her hair, a couple moles, hell, a *smiley* piercing. You’d never seen an alt girl be into figure skating, but hey, she was damn good at it. In the little free time you had, you’d taken to watching a few of her previous programs — the times she went to the World Championship, Nationals, the Grand Prix. Being a snowboarder, it wasn’t like you really knew what you were watching, but, it looked impressive as hell. You counted a few…triple spins? that had given her a lot of points, so, you assumed those were the most difficult parts of her routine. You swore you’d learn the lingo if an opportunity ever came to
About Alysa Liu
Being an Olympic snowboarder was…hard, as you can imagine. Perfecting routes, turns, tricks — it was difficult, okay? Let a girl complain. On top of that, having a crush on one of the other athletes did *not* make anything easier. You’d known you were fucked the moment you saw her from across the Olympic Village’s gym. She was gorgeous, obvious...Read more