Something bad happens causing Richelle to leave the Next Step and Toronto all together. The Next Step are left shattered, some more than others. What is the reason for her leaving? Who is the most hurt? Why does A troupe suddenly care about Richelle...
Richelle and I are getting married IN 9 DAYS! I should be nervous but I am marrying the woman I love and living with the kids I love along with being in a singing and dancing band! Richelle and I are cuddling on the couch in the TNS lounge until a group of people pull us apart. "WHAT THE?!?" We both scream. "You guys aren't allowed to see each other for a week!" I recognise the voice as James. I mean like WHAT! "What!" I shout annoyed. "It's tradition!" He argues. "We've still got two days!" Richelle counters back. "Fine!" He grumbles as they all leave. They let go of us and I pull Rich into a hug, her arms on my chest and her ear against my fast beating heart. She giggles slightly only making my heart beat faster as I flush deep red. She looks up at me and smiles. I smile widely back. "How am I gonna survive without you?" I mumble to her as I place my hands lightly over hers. "You better otherwise I won't get to marry the love of my life." She protest. I chuckle deeply at this. She looks at me her eyes full of love. I can't help but kiss her. I smash my lips to hers passionately. She stumbles, taken aback by my action. I quickly catch her my lips still inter locked with hers. I break away and cradle her in my arms. She nestles into my chest as she holds onto my shirt. I carry her to the car and drive us to my apartment. She tries to protest when I carry her to my bedroom but fails. I set her down on the bed and she sits up. "I don't have any clothes." She states. I rummage through my clothes and throw her my over sized t-shirt. She runs to the bathroom.
Richelle POV
I swear he gave me that shirt by purpose. It is soooo big that it reaches just above my knees. I am wearing my black dance shorts as well! I come out to see Noah with his shirt above his head, trying to take it off. My eyes widen. When did Noah get A SIX PACK! I keep staring at his well defined body, so much that I don't notice him staring at me. I look up to see him walking to me. He rests his hands on my waist and whispers in my ear. "Like what you see?" I get all flustered and my confident demeanor vanishes the more I stutter. I look up at his eyes, they are glistening with laughter. "Joking. Want me to put my top back on?" He asks politely removing his hands from my waist. I shake my head and he nods. I am suddenly scooped off of my feet. Noah is holding me as he walks to his bed. He lays me on it and he climbs into the covers straight after.
I grab my phone and load up Instagram. I post a photo I took earlier, well Noah took it on my phone...
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When my fiancé becomes too hot to handle I have to hide! ❤️ Love Ya @Noah_Stark_. You are my world! I could tell it to your face but you are cute when you wanna sleep. 😍😘☺️😳
I hit post and immediately hear a ping from Noah's phone. His eyes open as mine snap shut. He groggily grabs his phone and checks me phone. He laughs quietly before putting his phone back. He strokes a falling strand of hair from my face and whispers. "I know your awake." I slowly open my eyes to see him smiling at me. He lifts his hand to my chin and leans down. I lean up slightly and he presses his lips gently to mine. He removes his hand and tangles both of his hands in my hair. I kiss back and place my hand on his chest, tracing letters. I break off and he whispers while raising an eyebrow. "So you think I'm hot?" I flush red and he laughs. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in close. Somehow my legs intertwine with his. I listen to his fast beating heart and blush. I fall asleep as he kisses my hairline...
