Let's Take a Chance

Chapter 5

"Morning Byron." Joe walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. "What's cookin' good lookin'?"
"Ah see, I can't get the bacon right..."
Joe looked up, his eyes bugging out in fake concern, "is it magic bacon Byron?"
"Ah bro, I don't think it is." Byron cried "magic bacon!" and threw the pack to the floor. "See?!"
"Here, let me try." Joe pulled out the camera from his back pocket and started to record. "Guys, we have a major problem. Byron can't get the bacon right and he doesn't think it's magic bacon. Let me try." Joe held the camera out in front of him as he picked up the bacon off the floor. Byron stood just behind Joe, watching over his shoulder. Turning the camera round, Joe threw the bacon on the floor. He turned his camera off and slid it back into his pocket. "I'll make it, shall I?"
"Okay bro."

Joe carefully placed two plates down on the floor and reached for his camera. He positioned it over the food and pressed record. "Oh, would you look at that! Byron, it worked!" Byron came back into the kitchen to get his plate from the floor.
"Bro, you might want to eat that quickly. You've got training soon." He nodded to the clock as he started to eat his sandwich.
"Oops, Dianne'll kill me."

"Joe Sugg, you are late!"
"Oh come on, by one minute!" He said, walking into the studio and dropping his bag at the side.
"We could uhh" Dianne started, "we could have umm. Oh, I don't know."
"Exactly." Joe walked over to hug her. As he put his arms out, she reached up and pecked his lips before settling into his embrace with a happy sigh. "Someone's cuddly" Joe smiled. He felt Dianne nod her head against his chest.
"I am" she pulled away, "because then I'll feel less guilty for when I shout at you."
"Are you planning on doing a lot of that today?" Joe asked, cautious and weary.
"Depends. We're in ballroom land now Joe, you might be crap" she joked.
"Great, is ballroom harder than Latin?"
"Ummm."
"Well, I'm guessing it's not for you then."
"No." Dianne shook her head, "it's not for me, but it might be for you. So let's find out shall we?" Dianne moved to the side of the room and pressed play on her phone. She ran to her starting position and went through the dance without Joe just to show him; she was dancing as though she was with him, her arms in hold, her back arched and her head the right way. As the music died down, she turned to Joe, laughing at his expression.
"Oh god" he groaned, nervously scratching his neck.
"Let's go. Come here" Dianne pointed to the floor, "for now, we'll have to pretend but on Saturday you'll be sat on the stairs on the first level of the cake. Wait until the music starts and then walk over to me, I'll be stood here." Dianne began to teach him the steps first, slowly and simply in the hopes he would pick it up quickly.

"That's it Joe! Nice!" Joe sat in one of the chairs lining the edge of the room, rolling his ankles and groaning loudly. "God, my feet hurt. These ballroom shoes are killing my toes." Rolling her eyes, Dianne unplugged her phone from the speaker and walked over to Joe, sitting in the seat beside him.
"Oh are we done?!" Joe asked, having spotted her phone in her hand.
"Yep, it's half nine. Time flies when you're having fun." She winked at Joe.
"Today has been the slowest to date..."
"Hey!" Joe was interrupted by a gentle punch on his arm. "Rude!"
"Only joking, I have the best time with you" he said, a smirk settling on his face.
"No, I don't wanna here it!" Dianne got up from her chair and stomped over to her bag jokingly. With a dramatic huff, she sat on the floor and started to undo her practice shoes. Joe sat watching her, desperately willing himself to keep in the giggles. His shoulders began to shake as Dianne knotted up her laces.
"Joeeee" she whined, "Joe, I'm stuck."
"Well, I guess you are gonna have to go home in your dance shoes then."
"Joe, please help me" she mumbled. Glancing up from her shoe, Dianne gave Joe puppy dog eyes and pouted her lips out. She watched his expression change from a smirk to a soft smile.
"If I must!" Joe got up from his chair and walked over to the pouting Australian. He bobbed down and deftly undid the knot. "It's those toe thumbs" he muttered under his breath, "that's why you can't do it."
"I heard that." Dianne shot Joe a warning glance.
"It's true though" Joe whispered. He leant forward, pressing his lips to Dianne's forehead and leaving a soft kiss. Standing up, he walked back over to his things, looking back to see a light pink colour flush the cheeks of his partner. With a smile, Joe turned away from her and began to collect his things and put them into his bag. He sat back down on his chair and began to unlace his ballroom shoes. "Ahh" he sighed in relief as they fell off his feet, "that is so much better." Dianne giggled quietly from where she was rooting through her bag for a portable charger.
"Don't tell me your phones died again?!"
"Yep, when is my phone not dead though."
"Actually yeh, it's always below 10% I swear to god."
"It's old and it's needs replacing but my contracts not up yet, still got a few months to wait."

That night, when Joe climbed into bed after such a long day, the only thing on his mind was Dianne. She had been so different today. So much happier. So much more loose. And, Joe remembered with a smile, she had been the one to kiss the other first - something that never normally happened. It was a nice change to see Dianne looking and acting a lot less like there was something weighing her down. It was how she'd been the first time Joe met her properly. Once again, Joe found himself to be fancying her more and more as time progressed, her being his dance partner wasn't particularly helping him out either. Joe felt the tiredness close in on him and, eventually, he gave up and sank into the pillows into a peaceful slumber.