Bryles Oneshots💜

One step at a time

Richelle
This dance, it's impossible! I, a strong dancer, cannot pick this up. The routine won't stay in my brain, and I just feel stressed I am one of the only ones who can't pick up this routine. Am I losing my touch? Ha, lets be real.

After an eternity in the studio, I still couldn't figure out the last section. I couldn't ask for help though, I would look weak and that cannot happen. I need to keep my reputation as the strong, unbreakable, dancer everyone knows.

Noah
I go into the studio and see Richelle dancing beautifuly, like usual, but something seems off. She looks tired, defeated.
"Need help?", I ask but she just rolls her eyes and carries on dancing. She's my best friend, but sometimes is too much to handle.
"Come on Richie", I say, and grab her arm to prove no will not be an accepted answer.

I know how much she hates feeling weaker than someone, but she needed my help. Slowly we walked across the studio and I began going through the routine.

Richelle
Dancing with Noah is actually pretty great, he's such an amazing dancer and an amazing friend. We definitely have chemistry, definitely. We dance for hours, not even realising time passing by so quickly. Noah and I collapse to the floor, exhausted, but burst into laughter.
"That was a quick 2 hours", said Noah in between laughter. I agreed and laughed. Noah grabbed my hands to lift me off the ground, but my legs were dead and I fell over pushing him to the ground with me on top of him.

He stared at me, for what felt like forever. He was taking in everything about me, analysing my facial expressions causing me to blush which made him laugh. "You are cute Richie", he said, then delicately placed a kiss on my cheek.