Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Am I doing it right...?

Dianne's POV:

So today was the day. My first training session with Joe. I was excited. Nervous. But excited. After the various situations I had over the past week, the last thing I wanted Joe to see was the state of my arms. I especially couldn't let him see the letters that Anthony had carved into my skin. I stopped the possibility of him seeing them by wearing a long sleeved black top with open shoulders. Ever since that morning I spent with him in his apartment, we hadn't really spoken. He'd been so quiet and he only replies with one or two word replies when I text him. I knew something was bothering him - I also knew that he was lying about what happened to his head. I have to ask him today. It's so important to have a good connection with your dance partner and it's important to build that connection from day 1. So that's what we're going to start off with today. That is when he shows up. The studio is literally a 5 minute walk from his flat.How the fuck is he late?

Joe's POV:

I was standing outside of the door to the dance studio, pacing back and forth past the door. Thinking of what to say to Dianne. I knew I had been a bit distant since I saw her the other day. I also wasn't prepared for the several inevitable questions that she was bound to ask me. What really happened to my head, and what were those cuts on my arm? Two questions I didn't want to give her the honest answers to. I began to quickly think of answers to those questions but nothing was forming in my brain. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I saw that Dianne had sent me a message:

'Joe where the fuck are you, you live literally 5 minutes away we were supposed to start 10 minutes ago!!'

I walked through the door and loudly said."what are you talking about, i'm right here!" I made her jump by saying this so much louder than I meant to but it was worth it. This instantly put a smile on her face, making me smile as well."Don't do that Joe" She joked, "you scared the living daylights out of me." "Well you better get used to it, you're spending the next few weeks with me don't forget" I quipped back to her. We joked and laughed making sarcastic comments back and forth. I forgot how easy it is to talk to Dianne. She makes me feel relaxed and happy. Two emotions that didn't come to me easily during my daily life. I was glad they were back though, and i'm glad that she was here.

Dianne's POV:

From the moment that Joe walked in, we began to laugh and have a good time. I was so glad that he was in a good mood. That smile he gave me was everything. I know I had seen him so many times before, but I still got butterflies in my stomach every time that I saw him. His eyes still reminded me of home, and his smile makes me think of the first time I laid my eyes on him. I don't think i'll ever get over how cute he is.

Within the mix of laughing and talking like we always had, I completely forgotten about the questions I wanted to ask him. We began to dance, and I slowly showed Joe through the steps to our Jive. I was truly impressed as to how quickly he was picking up the steps. We did it over and over again, until the routine stayed in his head but by the end of the day, it was in there. I'd genuinely had one of the best days ever. That connection that I knew Joe and I needed for dancing wasn't there. Instead a completely different connection was there. It was better than any feeling I had had with anyone before and I could tell the next few weeks were going to be the best time of my life. But despite all the fun that we'd had, I still needed to talk to him about my questions. I called Joe over to me whilst he was gathering his things to go home. He walked over to me and slid his back down the wall so our shoulders were touching. He looked across to me. "What's up Di?" He questioned. "You looked in deep thought, I assume that I've messed today up then." He said with a frown coming to his face. "What? No! Joe you've done brilliantly today, I'm genuinely impressed." I opened my mouth to continue with my sentence and ask him about what really happened with his head.However I was interrupted by a knock at the door, and a man walking in.

"sorry to interrupt you two," He said sarcastically. "Can I speak to Joe for a second?"

I turned my head, to see Joe nervously pick at something red on his wrist. His eyes were wide and he began to shake slightly. I had never seen him like this. Slowly he stood up and left the room with the man...

Joe's POV:

I cautiously walked away from the room and down the corridor to where Danny stood. He was holding a small box and had a smirk across his face, like the smug little shit that he was.

J: What do you want Danny

D: I say Joseph, that's quite a gash you've got there on your forehead. Bet it hurts

J: Piss off mate. I've got things to do

D: Don't think you want to say that to me Joe. I thought we had a deal.

I stood still, waiting for Danny to carry on talking. I made no eye contact with him, but was forced to look at him when he handed me the small box.

J: What is this?

D: Just a small gift from me to you. Don't use it all at once.

He said this and gave me a wink. For some reason, as he walked away from me, down the corridor, I felt my body, shake. As if someone had just walked over my grave. I opened the small wooden box in my hand to see 3 things. Firstly I saw a hand written note

'Joe, thought you might be needing these. Don't use 'em up straight away you suicidal prick :)'

I removed the note and looked at the two remaining items. The first was a small piece of string tied into a very small noose. The second was a razor blade. I shut the box as I felt tears begin to form in my eyes. I wiped my eyes and stormed back into the training room, completely forgetting that Dianne was sat in there. I threw the box across the room in anger and slammed the door shut. The box skidded across the room and landed at Dianne's feet.

It all happened in slow motion. I saw her pick up the box and look inside. Her face dropped instantly and tears began to form in her eyes. She looked up at me.

"Joe.... What is this?"

A/N hey people. So I don't think that i'm gonna write much about strictly or the training. I will have a few parts where I talk about key moments, but I think I want this story to mainly about the two of them rather than the show. I hope your still enjoying this and thank you x