DIANNES POV
I was currently upstairs getting changed, I could hear Joe downstairs vlogging, we both decided it was best if I wasn't featured in the morning segment of the vlog, I don't think we could cope with any more rumours.
''Di, I'm done.'' Joe shouted up, signifying it was alright for me to come down.
''Got everything?'' He asked as I reached the bottom step, I nodded.
"M'lady" He said opening the door and gesturing for me to walk out. I grabbed his hand as we got into the lift, he pressed a small kiss to my forehead, as the lift door pinged open, letting go of each others hands we walked out of the reception as to not rouse suspicion. Once in the taxi Joe pulled out his blogging camera,
"Guess how we've just picked up!" He said turning the camera to face me, I smiled at Joe finding it amusing how we have to pretend that I don't live with him.
"It's me" I replied flashing a smile to the lens, as Joe continued to chat about how angry I was that we weren't training.
"We've got 2 dances this week" I exasperated.
"And I said I'll train till 10" He huffed at the camera,
"Remember I'm not a night owl" I said to him as he rolled his eyes to the camera, turning it off.
JOES POV
The interview was going great but Philip stuttered giving me an inkling of what was about to come.
"...how are you two?" He said referring to the romance rumours, seeing as I was the one with the media training I decided to answer,
"We're so busy dancing" I said crossing my arms over my chest, trying to move away from the question.
"...but are you." He said gesturing at Dianne and I. Unsure of what to say I repeated,
"We're so busy dancing." Laughing as I said it, causing Rochelle to laugh.
"Shit!" I thought,
"I've really fucked up there" I deliberated as I stood up to shake their hands. Back in the dressing room, Di sat next to me giggling,
"Great response Joseph" she sniggered.
"Like you could of done any better." I replied feigning annoyance. She held her hands up in the air,
"Alright, alright!" She said getting up collecting her things.
"Where are you going?" I ask, she reaches hand out for me,
"Training, come on, those dances aren't going to perfect themselves." She said pulling me off the sofa, with a huff.
