Joanne

Cotton Eyed Joe

Joes PoV
I lay on the sofa, out of breath with my shirt pulled half way up my stomach and tied at the front. It was completely see-through now and Dianne didn't have even a spot of sweat on her face, and that, for me, was the hardest bit to understand. How? How when you are doing a Charleston, one of the most tiring dances, do you not sweat?! "It's cos I'm used to it." She said to me, re-tying my shirt at the front. "Oh, So you don't think that when I get back from the pub with the lads on a Saturday night, I hit a Charleston in my kitchen." She rolled her eyes, "No you wouldn't do that." "Well I do!" I said, trying hard not to laugh at myself. I pictured myself slipping over and banging my head off the counter like I did once before. And now I come to think of it, it's funny.
"Come on then Suggy." She started, "We need a bit more practice." I groaned, "Just a little bit more then we can go home." Dianne laughed, grabbing me and pulling me up. I just had to do a little bit more, otherwise she'd keep me here until midnight, and I know one thing. A Sugg needs his sleep!

Dianne's PoV
"Ok then, you can go, but as long as you do an extra practice tomorrow." I said to Joe, who was sweaty, his face red. "Why don't you just take your shirt off?" I laughed. He nodded, "Hm, nice thinking Di." He ripped it off, well peeled it off and shot it in his bag happily, putting his sugg life hoodie on.
"Ok then babe, let's go." I said, putting my arm through his. He kissed me, but that was just as Amy  walked in for her late night rehearsals. I gasped, and pulled Joe along, telling him to hurry up. "Don't you have to be there?" He asked me. "Yes but... doesn't t matter." We put our hoods up and ran into the car, not even checking out, we did get some funny looks though when we ran through reception. I didn't care. All we needed to do was hide our relationship, but I think everyone already knew...