Joe's POV
"It will be her boyfriend." I looked at Janette,
"Who?" I was confused, Dianne never said anything about a boyfriend. It's not like I care but still.
"You don't know? Anthony Quinlan is Dianne's boyfriend." I had heard that name,
"Isn't he on Emmerdale or something like that." She nodded her head,
"Why it be his fault?" Just as Janette was about to speak I heard a familiar Australian accent from the corridor,
"Sorry I'm late." I looked at Dianne and saw her tug her sleeve down. I hugged her and then she hugged Janette, we walked back inside to the roaring party. I went and stood on the counter by my kitchen,
"Alright everyone. Calm down!" Everyone turned around,
"I can now announce who my dance partner is. Everyone please clap for my Strictly dance partner... Miss Dianne Buswell." I pulled Dianne up on the counter with me and wrapped my hand around her waist.
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After a long night partying, I woke up with an amazing headache and a hangover. I turned to my phone and saw 25 missed calls from Dianne, I looked at the time and saw that it was 1:00pm. I literally leaped out of bed had a shower and got dressed into a baggy tracksuit and ran down stairs and saw Byron and everyone else still asleep. I took some paracetamol and texted Dianne back as I left my flat, I called a taxi and it drove me to the dance studio. I ran in and saw Dianne giving me the evils,
"Joesph Sugg. You are 7 hours late!" I wanted to laugh but I could tell Dianne would kill me.
"I am so sorry. But we still have just over a week and a half." Dianne looked even angrier,
"Okay. Wrong answer. Look I will stay late tonight." She turned and her red hair flicked in the perfect way.
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It was 6:00 now and I have just started to get the dance, I mean we are still changing things but it's getting there.
"Alright Joe. You have got to get your stamina up and you need better control." I stood there and partially paid attention. I was still thinking about Dianne's boyfriend, why wouldn't she tell me about him. Again, I mean not like I care... but I do.
"Got that." I jumped and spun around,
"Yeah, I gotta get your boyfriend to go away from the side." I shot a look to Dianne and she looked angry and confused,
"Omg! Dianne I am so sor-"
"You know what Joe. Forget it. I need to get going, do whatever you please." Dianne angrily grabbed her bag and quickly walked out.
Well Done Joesph. I grabbed my stuff and ran after her,
"Dianne, I'm sorry." I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, and saw tears run off her face. I tried to pull her into a hug but she pushed my away,
"Joe stop. I'm sorry, I have really got to go or I will be in trouble. I will see you tomorrow." She walked away and headed to a taxi. What did she mean, be in trouble? By who and does it have something to do with the fact she is only wearing long sleeved tops. Even in training. I needed to work on this dance, so I called in some help.
10 minutes later.
I went through the moves until I heard a knock at the dance studio door. I walked over and opened it,
"Right Joe. Teach me." I taught Janette the dance and she went over it with me, she helped me with the technique and gave me a few ideas to change.
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It was the next morning and I was determine to show Dianne that I want this, I was up at 5:00 and out the apartment by 5:30. I was really early to the studio since me and Dianne said we would meet here at 6:15 so I just went over the routine in my head.
It was now 7:00 and Dianne still hadn't shown up, not gonna lie but I was a bit worried. I went over to my phone and saw that I had 3 missed calls from Dianne, 6 from Janette and 4 from Bryon. I called them all back, Dianne's phone didn't even ring. Janette's went to voicemail but Bryon did pick up,
B: Joe where have you been?
J: Sorry, I was practicing the jive. What's all the missed calls for?
B: Get to the hospital now.
Bryon hung up and it left me with a million questions, I grabbed all my stuff and strolled to the hospital.
When I went in I saw Janette and Bryon but no Dianne, I walked over.
"Why are we here?" They didn't say anything, instead they guided me to a room, where I saw a red haired girl lying... on... on hospital bed.
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