Idek what I'm doing updating again, but I just had to write this, cuz I know it will never happen... enjoy😘❤️
Richelle's POV:
"So if you think I should stay, then put a white ball in the glass. But if you think I should go, then put a red ball in the glass." Noah says looking at all of us. No. Never. What is this even? Noah can't leave. We literally grew up here together, he can't just leave me alone on here. Even though we don't really talk anymore, I still feel like he's a big part of why TNS is really my home.
After those words he walks quietly out of the door, leaving us all to stand still and look at Emily and Michelle. "How?" I ask quietly looking up at them.
How can they even think aboit letting him go? I don't get it. I feel so sorry for him. This must be such a big pressure for him.
"I guess you'll just have to vote," Emily says with a little shrug, looking at all of us with sympathy.
I just stay quiet with the rest of the team. Sure we all love Noah, but I've known him since J-troupe and even before that.
"I can't deal with this," I sigh before quickly walking out of the room, ignoring all the calls after me. I can't vote rather he should stay or not. Cause honestly I don't know what to do. I don't know what he wants, but I want what he wants for him.
"Noah?" I ask out loud, as I walk into the locker room.
He is sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. He doesn't react after I called his name. I'm not sure if he heard it. I don't think he did.
I just decide to quietly walk over to the couch, sitting slowly down next to him.
We stay in silence. By now I think he knows that someone is sitting next to him. Ugh I feel so horrible. No matter what happens we'll most likely end up losing.
If we dance with the seniors we'll lose.
If we dance without Noah we'll lose.
I place my hands in my lap, fiddling slightly with them.
"Noah," I mumble, looking down at his burried head. He nods slightly, sniffling a little. Oh no, please don't be crying please don't.
"I don't want you to leave" I say making him sit up straight, now looking down at me. His eyes are watery and slightly red, causing me to tear up too. Something that always can make me cry, then it's Noah crying.
"I don't wanna leave, I just kinda feel like I'm gonna let the team down no mattet what happens," he mumbles, looking down again.
I place my hand on his tigh, rubbing it with my thumb. "Noah, you will never let any of us down." I wisper. He'll never let us down. The fact that he has so much faith in the team, that he lets us choose what to do, it's incredible. We can't lose him. Even if he's gonna leave after reagionals anyways.
His hand movies slowly untill his fingertips are touching mine.
"Thank you Richelle," he mumbles, grapping my hand, "for all the years, even though we havn't really talked these past years. I'm sorry." I quickly wrap my arms around him, as I slowly feel his arns wrap around me too.
This brings me back to the first time we met. Gosh that's so many years ago.
It was the time when Noah had anxiety, I'm so happy for him that it doesn't bug him anymore.
Basically he was new on J-troupe, and suddenly I saw him run out of the room.
I came to find him, in the costume closet breathing heavily. Even though I had no idea of waht I was doing I slowly calmed him down. After that we were pretty much just friends. Over the years we became closer friends, but then suddenly when he got onty A-troupe, I guess we just kinda forgot all about each other.
"Does this also remind you of-" "the first time we met?" I ask smiling into his shirt. I feel him nod his head against my shoulder letting a few tears spill on it.
"I'm gonna miss you so much Noah, you'll always be the reason why The Next Step became my home." I mumble, and he pulls slightly away looking down at me. I slowly raise my head looking into his eyes.
They're red and puffy, only making me cry even more, and then him to cry even more. It's a big waterfall actually. We both laugh under our breaths.
Our laughter dies as we still stare quietly at each other.
I know this might be wrong and mean but it's something we need to do. Closier.
I place my hand on his cheek, pressing my lips quickly against his. I can taste the salty water running down from his eyes, as he kisses me back gently.
After a few more sekonds we pull away smiling a little. He graps my hand which I still had on his cheek, taking it in his.
"Just please don't forget me," he says through tears, looking down.
What? Forget him? Did he not hear what I just thought? Well proberbly not.
"Noah," I say lifting his head up woth my thumb, "that is never gonna happen." With that I pull him in for another hug.
Even if he will dance with us at reagionals, it will still be the last time we'll ever dance together. Alone the thought makes me cry harder.
I don't know if Imma be able to stay at the studio if Noah isn't here...
