Break the Distance

Chapter 50

Sunday 16th of October, 2016

Lisbon, Portugal

Noah Williams

"And now you're going to tell me," Isaiah says suddenly, "who's that Richelle girl?". I look super confused at him and repeat the question in my head. 'who's that Richelle girl'.

We've been back on tour for a while, and I haven't heard that question before. I'm pretty sure my friends know me too well and know that something's up, so they don't ask about it, but Isaiah is different. I know Isaiah shorter than the others, but he's a great friend, always in for a joke.

Since the day I met him I've trusted him. He's just one of those people who you instantly trust. I also really hope he won't tell anyone what I'm going to tell him right now. I really have to talk with someone about it, and I couldn't talk about it with Max. Things were even more complicated back home, so I avoided talking and thinking about Richelle as much as possible. You can probably imagine how many questions I got. My social media was full of question who Richelle was and if she was my girlfriend. All my friends assumed she was my girlfriend and asked about her. My parents didn't see anything about it, but when all my friends started to ask about Richelle they started to get suspicious.

Nobody believed me when I said she isn't my girlfriend and my parents don't believe me anymore either. It's makes the whole situation even more complicated. And it just hurts me.

"So?" Isaiah says. We're sitting at a table in front of a little café in Lisbon. Portugal is amazing. It's so cool to be here. We arrived this morning, have a show tonight, and leave Portugal right away after the show. Isaiah and I were a little done with playing tourists, so we sat down to drink something. That's where we are right now.

"Nothing much," I say, "she's history." "What?" Isaiah says confused. I don't blame him, that sounded weird. In my head it sounded more logic, but saying it out loud made it pretty random. "Honestly I liked her," I say. Wow, I've never said that out loud to someone.

I see Isaiah's eyes widen. "So it's true!" he says excited. Don't know why he's so excited though. "I said LIKED," I say clearly. "What happened?" he asks. "I don't like her anymore," I say, "things are complicated, don't ever get yourself into something like I did. It was a big mistake."

"Dude you're talking riddles," Isaiah says, "what do you mean?" "I was so stupid to think I really could be in a relationship with her," I say, "I thought I could handle it easy and I thought it would be fun. Nothing is less true. When I called her when I was back home in Toronto, she sounded so heartbroken and sad that it hurt me. From then on she started to ignore my calls and messages. First I didn't understand why and I thought I did something wrong. Later I realized that we've never met and that I was acting like a pervert. I realized that she probably gave up on our friendship and that I shouldn't bother her anymore."

Saying this all out loud feels weird. If thought about this so much. I've had so many sleepless nights, and this is it. This is the end of this rollercoaster that never seemed to end. I've ended the whole Richelle mystery and with telling Isaiah this I really feel like I can leave this all now behind me.

Isaiah is silent after I talked. "That can't be true," he says, "you a pervert, don't let me laugh." He let a laugh, but it sounds a little nervous. I don't laugh, I don't even smile a bit.

"Dude!" Isaiah says suddenly, "are you giving up on her?!" "You can say that," I say and shrug. "I wasn't with you guys on tour through Australia and New Zealand," he says, "but I heard stories. I can't believe you're just giving up."

"I'm not just giving up," I defense myself, "it came to the point where it was more hurting than it should. The dreams I had in which I met her, turned into nightmares in which I never met her. It's like the world keeps creating reasons for us so we can't met. It's like the world is against us."

"I know that I'm young and that I've never had a girlfriend," Isaiah says, "but you're making a big mistake. you may don't see it now, but you'll. and you'll regret every single word you just said." Is this some kind of threatening? I highly doubt if I'll ever regret what I just said.

Richelle moved on and I should move on too.

It seems like Isaiah is pretty mad at me although I don't know why. I'm really glad when the rest of the cast suddenly shows up at our table. "Hii," Riley says cheerful, "where were you talking about?"

"Nothing interesting," Isaiah says avoiding the question. Thanks Isaiah. I'm truly thankful he doesn't tell the others. I don't think it's a smart move to tell everyone how I feel. I even maybe a little regret telling Isaiah, but I had to tell someone.

A waitress comes to our table and we all order something to drink. Isaiah and I just finished our coffee, but we still order another one. I've to say, their coffee is pretty good.

Everyone is so excited about this show in Portugal, we just make each other even more excited about it. It is kind of tricky to give a show in a country where English isn't the mother language, but it isn't any less fun. We communicate with the audience a whole other level.

Also who doesn't speak the language of dance?! They love seeing us just as much as the kids who do understand what we say, and they scream maybe even louder.

The meet and greets can be different. I felt really awkward at one meet and greet in Spain. In a group were just a few kids who spoke English, and that wasn't too good either. It ended up being fine because they're were still super excited to meet us, but I just felt really awkward.

Today we don't have a meet and greet. Too bad, I love seeing our fans. Seeing how excited they are. They really inspire me to dance the best I can.

After we all finished our drinks, we come to the conclusion that we probably should go to the venue to get ready for the show. Our 4th show here in Europe.

We still have more than 20 shows to go and I can't wait for everything that's coming our way.