Noah's POV:
Man I cannot believe we are at internationals, we made it. We are about to go on stage for our final group dance and I am so excited. We are doing this in pairs, my duet partner is Richelle. I changed into my costume and went looking for Richelle to see if she is ready. But I couldn't find her anywhere, it was like she disappeared or something. I checked the costume place, the makeup room and even asked Jacquie too look into the girls bathroom. No sign of her, the only place I didn't check was outside. But there Is no reason for her to be out in the cold. I opened the door for the outdoors and yelled her name. "Richelle" I did that a few times, no answer. I was starting to get worried a little. I was seconds away from going inside, but that's when I heard someone crying and I wondered who could it be. It was Richelle all alone crying by herself. I quickly went close to her and hugged her. "Richelle what's wrong" she didn't answer she just shook her head. "Please tell me so that I can help you" she kept crying, more and more each and every time. I don't want too see her like this, she is the best human being, she doesn't deserve to cry. "Richie, talk to me, it's me Noah your best friend from j -troupe, you can tell me anything I am here for you" she turned her head to face mine. "You can't help me Noah, I can't help myself"- " What's the problem" she started crying again. "You, the problem is you" what was she saying how could the problem be me, I never did anything. "What do you mean I am the problem"- " Never mind, let's go inside we have to perform" she wiped her tears, got up and walked away. After a few seconds just sitting there, Isaac called me and said that it's time for the dance. I quickly went inside to where everyone was. After Sweden's amazing dance, we were called on stage, took my spot, which was close to Richelle. When the dance started things were going OK I guess, but from time I rolled my eyes to Richelle. She didn't look happy or fine, I don't know what is going on. She loves dance, even if she is in a bad mood, she always smiles at least a little. After we were done, I couldn't take it anymore, while our friends were nervous about the results and waiting back stage, I grabbed Richelle's hand and pulled her on the side. "OK this has to stop, you have to tell me what's going on" she simply roles her eyes. "It's nothing calm down"- "it can't be nothing, you were crying, you never cry"- " Well sometimes even the strongest girl can break down" I am getting frustrated with this. "Yeah, but you are not most girls...... Richie you said that I was the problem how come"- "Can I ask you a question" I simply nodded. "Have you ever liked me"- " What" I was in shock. "I asked have you ever liked me" - "I have" she was a bit surprised at the answer. "OK and let's say, I liked you too. What would you do in that situation" it took sometime, but I think I know what she meant. "I would do this" and I leaned in and kissed her. I laid a sweet and gentle kiss on her lips. When I pulled away she was looking at me. "Now, let's go and see who won internationals" she smiled, grabbed my hand and we left to where the team was.
