Pro Rehearsals

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Dianne's PoV
As I sat in the back of the taxi I considered whether this was really a good idea. After being caught in a relationship with Joe, was going back in where everyone might know really as good of a plan as I thought?
When the taxi pulled up outside Elstree my heart sank. Everyone was already here, meaning I had to walk in on them.
"Thanks," I said to the taxi driver. "Anytime." He laughed.

I stood outside for a moment wondering whether to run or to just face it. I mean what's the worst that could happen? Have all your friends know you are in a relationship and then they start pestering you about it?! Oh god...

I checked in and everything seemed fine, the same chat I always had with the receptionist, the same studio. Which, for a fact, was the one me and Joe kissed in.

"Morning Dianne." Nadiya said as I walked through the heavy double doors.

"Hi guys, sorry I'm a bit late."

"Were you kissing Joe again?" Neil asked, pouting his lips.

I blushed, I was both angry and happy.

"No, why would I eve..."

"We know you kissed him, we saw. You don't have to hide it anymore." Amy laughed, this comforted me a little.

"You probably all judge me now." I sighed, putting my coffee on the table and adding a sugar to it. "And I'm sorry,"

"It's alright, we don't," Neil said.

Everyone nodded, "also why were you late?" Luba asked.

"I was considering not coming back..." I confessed, going bright red behind their backs.

There was silence, and then laughter, "Why?!"

"Cos... look, I don't care," I said, slamming my coffee down so hard it spilt over the sides and I stormed out of the room, making it more dramatic then it really should have been.

I knew this would happen, they would all judge me and hate me. They have relationships but they don't like to think I have one, as I'm usually 'Dianne Single Pringle Buswell' to them. I hate it, I really really hate it. And that's why I don't want to go back! I'm not, I can't, I don't want to.

Wait where's my handbag?

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