Joe and Dianne: Dancing is better with you

Chapter 5 - Drinks are on me

Joe's POV:

I shut the door to my dressing room behind me and spun back around to face the room. The moment that I did, an excitable red head jumped up on me, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and placing her head on my shoulder.

"Oh my fucking god Joe, that was amazing! 27 points on week one is honestly - like - I'm genuinely lost for words, and that doesn't happen very often." Dianne squealed and cheered in my ear. Eventually placing her back onto the floor, she hugged me once again. Tightly. My chin rested on the top of her head gently. I couldn't help but breath in deeply through my nose - the smell of her coconut shampoo filled my nostrils and made me feel at ease instantly. 

We pulled away from the hug and couldn't help but look directly into each other's eyes. Her were like melted pools of honey. The perfect concoction of dark brown, with orange and red flecks in them. Like the perfect fire that was blazing within this beautiful girls personality.

"Seriously Joe, thank you for your commitment to this." Dianne said peacefully to me, looking up to me with a broad smile across her face. 

"Well a student is only ever as good as their teacher, and you are quite frankly incredible at everything you do." I said back to her. I wasn't trying to be flirty or nice, I was just being honest. Dianne wasn't only extremely talented when it came to her dancing, her teaching was second to none and she was an overall masterpiece. I know that Dianne has a boyfriend, but I don't think right now I care.

I smiled back at her as she gave me the sweetest smile ever. I lent down towards Dianne as I saw her lean into me. 'This is wrong Joe! This is wrong!' I heard the voice in my head telling me not to kiss her. Dianne had a boyfriend who she loved even if he was thousands of miles away. But right now that voice was in the back of my brain, and Dianne was front and centre.   

We continued to inch closer to each other. We were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. We both pulled back and Dianne stepped to the other side of the room, as the knocker entered my dressing room

"Hey Joe - well done for tonight, two things firstly wardrobe need your suit back, and secondly there's a really cute little bar down the road, I was just wondering if you fancied going for a post-show drink." Stacey said as she stood looking at me in the doorway. She glanced back and forth between me and Dianne for a moment, waiting for my answer. There was a small silence before Dianne broke it.

"I imagine wardrobe want this back as well," Dianne said as she tugged at the hot pink get up she was in. "Joe I 'll text you later. Have a good evening guys." Dianne gave me a sad look as she left, and with that she was gone.

"Did I interrupt something?" Stacey asked, sensing the awkward feeling in the room

"What no, of course you didn't. Give me like 5 minutes to get changed, I'll meet you outside of wardrobe and we can go get that drink." I said back to Stacey, trying very quickly to cover up the tracks that Dianne and I had left behind. Stacey's face lit up and with that she nodded and left, leaving me to get changed and process what had almost happened.

I sat in a booth near the back of the dark bar, with Stacey sat sweetly opposite me. I was 3 drinks down but not nearly relaxed or drunk enough to stop thinking about what had happened with Dianne.

"Is everything alright Joe, you seem kind of distracted?" Stacey asked me, with a genuinely concerned look on her face.

"Yeah I'm absolutely fine." I said quickly, bringing myself back into reality and putting my attention back onto the sweet ginger woman sat in front of me. I knew that Stacey didn't like me like that, and I didn't like her. We were just really good friends. "I think I'm just trying to get over what had happened tonight." I let slip from my mouth what was really going on with my tired head.