"I'm sorry okay? But we've already finished!" James defended, looking down at the short blonde as he raised his hands in defence, feeling weak from the glare she was sending.
"This is like the tenth time you guys have started rehearsal early and haven't bothered to tell me!" Richelle yelled, glaring still as she crossed her arms over her chest.
James, looked to the others for help but they seemed as scared as him, he was just hoping soon Noah would walk in, knowing he'd be the only one to calm the fuming Richelle.
Richelle has been snapping at everyone lately, for no apparent reason, but they understand as she's apparently going through a tough time at home.
As if it was on cue, Noah walked into the room, whistling to himself with a goofy grin on his face.
He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the whole of A-Troupe looking terrified at the short, yet angry Richelle.
Frowning Noah approached Richelle, who hasn't seen him yet as James let out a sigh relief.
"What's going on?" He frowned, looking at her then James then the rest of A-Troupe.
Richelle looked to her boyfriends, the glare leaving her face as she tried hard not to smile.
"They didn't think to invite me to the small group rehearsal..." Richelle said, calmer than before as she glared back at James.
"We thought she had gymnastics at this time!" James quickly defended.
Sighing, Noah took a step forward and wrapped his arms around his girlfriends waist from behind, pulling her into his chest as he placed his head on her shoulder. "Can't you go over it after?" Noah asked calmly as Richelle stopped glaring from his touch.
A-troupe watched in disbelief even though this has happened many times before, they still don't understand how Noah could calm Richelle so easily.
"No, I have trio rehearsals," Richelle sighed, her voice not showing any sign of sass or attitude.
"Then we can go over it together now, in studio B?" Noah suggested, as Richelle grinned slightly.
"Really?" She asked, turning around as Noah nodded, smiling slightly. "Yup, right now. I just gotta sort my dance bag out," he informed, smiling.
"Sounds good!" She grinned, rocking onto her tippy toes and pecking his lips before walking out of the room to studio A.
Noah looked at the shocked and confused A-Troupe.
"How on earth did you-" West started, his eyebrows furrowed.
"I have troubles calming down Riley... how do you-" James started.
"Magicians don't share there secrets," Noah smirked proudly.
"You're not a magician..." West trailed off, raising one eyebrow.
"Oh, right. I meant good boyfriend. Good boyfriends don't share there secrets."
