Joe and Dianne: Dancing is better with you

Chapter 12 - Committed

Joe's POV:

I set up the camera whilst Dianne headed into my bathroom to sort out her hair and make up. After all that had happened between us last week, we had turned over a new leaf and wiped the chalkboard clear so to speak. I'm not going to lie to you, it is still more awkward than 90% of my childhood from time to time. 'as if that's possible' I thought to myself making myself chuckle at my own cringe - self deprecating humour. I guess.

"What are you laughing at?" A sweet Australian voice brought me out of my bizarre thoughts. I spun around to see Dianne's perfect smile taking up residence on her delicate face, that had just been applied with a fresh touch of make up - she never needed it but I always knew that when I had any thoughts about how perfectly beautiful Dianne was, I had to stay quiet. 

"Nothing - just made myself laugh." I said, matching her smile with one of my own.

"Right then Sugg, let's get to it." She said as she settled down on one of the dodgy bar stools, in front of the camera I had hastily set up. We were going to go through our Cha Cha stuff from last week which in all honesty I was dreading.

I started the intro as per usual and before I knew it, we were into the swing of things. I absolutely fucking loved how natural Dianne is in front of a camera. A lot of people usually shy away from a vlog camera if they aren't a vlogger themselves, but the fact that she is so willing to be on my channel genuinely means so much to me.  

After several minutes of laughter, cringe, and a few comments that I will definitely have to edit out before the video goes live, we finished up and moved over to the sofa - both with a smile on our faces, and a glass of red wine in our hands.

"Joe can I ask you something?" Dianne questioned looking at me intently. I felt my hands become slightly clammy as my mind rushed to about 50 conclusions of what she could be asking me.

"Well I think you just did" I chuckled sarcastically

"What?" She questioned.

"Don't worry - go ahead reddo" I said cheerfully

"Would it be really awkward of me to ask 'what's for dinner' - Imagine me asking you that as if I don't sound like we've been married for 40 years. " Dianne chuckled knowing that I would see the funny side. But I didn't laugh along, I was to busy allowing my mind to wonder and imagine if I would ever be able to get to that stage with Dianne. Let's face it probably not.

"Um yeah, Hopefully Byron has done me a world of good and left me some dinner. He's good like that - but his cooking beats the shit out of his personality. Because Oh. My. God. I swear that dude has some like Michelin star or some shit" I chuckled as I brought my self back to the present day.

Dianne and I split the food that Byron had left me, and ate together on the sofa. We continued to sip on red wine and laugh the night away. We both knew we had training tomorrow but I think that for so long it had been so awkward between Dianne and I, we both appreciated this moment that was so natural. So reliable. So perfect.

As we continued to drink the constantly refilled liquid within our glass, we slowly moved closer and closer together until eventually we were sat crossed legged facing each other on the sofa. Our eyes locked onto each other, and our mildly tipsy state doing the large amount of the talking.

Dianne's POV:

I have no idea how many glasses of wine I have drunk so far tonight. 4? 5? 173? I have not got a fucking clue. Either way though, I knew that Joe and I would not be making to training on time tomorrow. It had become a standard routine now for us to film after training one day, and then for me to stay at Joe's for the night. I always slept on his sofa to avoid any 'awkward' encounters which to be fair I didn't mind. In all honesty, I think his sofa is more comfortable than my crappy old mattress back at my own flat anyway.