Hook, Line, and Sinker (Michael[1]Phelps)

I think I must have been too excited about meeting with Michael Phelps because I arrived at Bamboo Palace a tad early. Okay, maybe a whole lot early. At least I won't be late.

I actually dressed up. I wore a Kensie Mixed-Print shift dress with contrasting black and white floralr prints and wedged white flip flops. I also curled my hair and tied it into a ponytail. I know I might've gone over the top but it's not everyday I get to meet up with Michael Phelps, even if the purpose of the meeting was to hand me my camera.

Seconds passed and they soon turn to minutes and yet there was still no sign of Michael Phelps. I started feeling agitated. He won't stand me up, would he?

Minutes turned to hours and Michael Phelps was still nowhere in sight. I comforted myself with the excuse that he must be running late, that he couldn't worm his way out of the hungry mob of reporters.

But it was getting harder to believe my excuse as time flew by. I glanced at my watch and learned that it was past 12 o'clock. Hilary told me that Michael would meet up in the morning. Well it was noon. I realized that indeed MIchael Phelps stood me up...

Ugh! The nerve of that guy! He may be the greatest Olympian ever, but he is also the biggest git in the whole entire world! Stupid egotistic jerk! To think I actually dressed up for that blasted git!

I stormed out of the blasted restaurant. I didn't have to pay anything since I didn't order. I thought it would be rude to order before he arrived.

Ugh! As I walked along the sidewalk, I wanted to just stop and scream! But I held it back. I didn't want the people around me to think I was crazy. I was scared to be put inside an insane asylum. The last thing I want is to be with crazy Chinese people who understood no English. I might actually go ballistic. And the thought of me going bonkers because of the "golden boy", I wanted to scream harder!

I was still fuming when someone behind me grabbed my elbow and spun me around. Before I could comprehend what just occured, I was met with (A/N: Idk what color lochte's eyes are but they look gray to me. If I'm wrong, then please just look away or if you can't bear it, then please message me with the subject as 'YOU'RE WRONG STUPID!' and I'd correct it right away) gray eyes and curly brown hair.

"You forgot your purse in the restaurant" he smiled as he showed me my purse.

My eyes nearly popped out. "That's my purse!" I forcefully grabbed it out of his hands and looked at him with my eyes narrowed, "You thief! I bet you stole this from me and took all my valuables and pretend to give it back!"

"What?" he snorted. He probably a big thank you for his 'honesty'. "I swear, you just forgot it at the restaurant" he raised his arms with the palms facing outward in defense.

I sighed. I probably did. I looked at him with my softened expression, "You're probably right. I'm sorry, I was just brassed off--"

"Brassed off?" he asked.

"Pissed off" I shortly explained.

He smirked, "Got stood up?"

My eyes widened, "Is is that obvious?"

"Well let's see. One, you're all dressed up. Two, you kept on watching the door. Three, you looked agitated. Four, you kept on glancing on your watch. Five, you stormed off--"

"Alright, alright I get it" I said curtly. He didn't need to rub it in my face how obvious I was.

"Heh, guess you're going to break up with him after this huh?" he asked.

"What?" then I realized what he meant. "Oh...OH! No, I mean we're not like that. We're not dating. He was just supposed to give me my camera back" I explained.

"Really?" he arched his brow. "Then why are you all dressed up?"

"Because I want to. Is that such a crime?" I spat. His question annoyed me.

He laughed. "You like this guy, don't you?"

"No! I just got dressed up because it's not everyday I get to eat with Michael Phelps" I said.

"Michael Phelps?"

"Yeah, you probably heard of him. But let me tell you, he's not such a great guy" I told him.

He laughed and I took offense. How dare he laugh at me?!

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I'm a friend of Michael" he said. "Hi, I'm Ryan Lochte" he held out his hand.

"Lochte...?" I echoed as my mind drifted. The name sounded familiar. My eyes widened as I remembered. He's part of the USA swimming team! Oh my gosh, I just insulted Michael Phelps in front of his teammate! Oh my gosh, I just accused him of being a thief!

He saw my eyes widened and laughed. "You didn't know, huh?"

I shook my head. "I am so sorry for accusing you of being a thief. And please, please, don't tell Michael Phelps that I just insulted him"

He laughed again. "Michael is probably busy with interviews right now. So since he stood you up, why not spend time with me instead?"

"Why?" The question came out before I could stop myself.

"Well your preparation for this would all go to waste. Besides, you look pretty 'brassed off'" he explained.

"Oh no need. It's not like we were supposed to be on a date. He was just going to give me my camera"

Ryan's eyes widened with amusement. "No wonder you looked familiar! You're the owner of that camera!" he exclaimed in between laughs.

"You looked at my pictures?!" I couldn't believe they scrolled through my pictures! "That's just as bad as opening someone's mail!"

He laughed. "Wow, you take great pictures. I saw th Eiffel Tower there and other places. You a traveler?"

"Yeah. I'm currently country hopping" I explained, "But that doesn't change the fact that you looked at my pictures!"

He chuckled, "All right. To be even, here" he handed me his camera. "You can look at my pictures."

I narrowed my eyes, "But it won't be the same. You are actually letting me look at your pictures. I never gave you guys permission"

"All right then. I'll take you out. We'll go sight seeing" he offered.

I shook my head. No, bribery would not work on me. Besides, I want to go sightseeing with my camera.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I don't have my camera"

"You can use mine. You can even hold onto it until you get your camera back"

"Really?" I was schoked. He would trust me with his camera filled of his pictures.

He nodded.

And we went sight seeing. He insisted and who was I to decline? I was actually worried that he might be too busy and he chuckled, "I'm not the one who won eight golds. So my schedule is pretty open."

Along the way, we actually got to learn about each other, but nothing too personal. Just our histories. I told him I was from London but moved to Florida. He laughed. Apparently he was from Florida himself. I took quite a lot of pictures as well.

He dropped me off to my hotel when our little adventure ended with a hug. I guess this makes up for Michael Phelps standing me up.

Once I enterd my room, I immediately called my sister. She's not much of a Lochte fan so she won't burn with jealousy. Besides, it wasn't like we kissed or anything. It was just spending the day together. I bet he'll forget me by tomorrow.

Maisie didn't answer so I just left a message.

"Hey guess what? And no it's not chicken butt. Much better than that. I was actually supposed to meet with Michael Phelps this morning. But guess what? No much worse that chicken butt. He stood me up. That's right! You're god did. But guess what? No much much better than chicken butt. I got to spend my day with Ryan Lochte. And no, we are not going out. I doubt he'll even remember me after today. Haha. Okay, I feel weird talking to no one so I'll end it here. Take care, and take care of Mom"

I hung up and went online. I uploaded the pictures I took today (thank god we use the same USB cord) and even peeked at Ryan Lochte's pictures.

I never knew he was so photogenic. Hm, I guess this does make up for it...kinda.

**I won't be updating anytime soon. Gotta do summer homework :) Just a warning.