The Next Step Oneshots

Anytime

"Hey Ozzy. You ready?" She smiles at him. She knows something's up when he doesn't return the gesture.
"Richelle, I am going to lose." He fidgets nervously backstage. " This guy is great."
Ozzy never has a negative attitude to a battle. She's worried.
"But you're awesome. You can beat him." She tries to meet his eyes, but he looks away.
"I don't know if I can. "
"Ozzy, you are a pro at dance battles."
"Hm."
She checks her watch. He's onstage in 3 minutes. She has to think of something, and quickly. He dances with this level of confidence, then he will lose.
"Look at me." She says. Her voice isn't soft and kind anymore. It's an order. He looks at her. Her eyes are beautiful, he thinks. " This is only for good luck."
Then, before he can process what's happening, his face is in her hands and she's kissing him. He leans into the kiss. He's been dreaming about this kiss for years. She takes him by such surprise though. She pulls away.
"Confident?" She asks, hands on hips. But she's smiling.
"Confident." He looks at her. She really is beautiful. As a person too. "Thank you."
"Anytime."