Coming Back To You

~Twenty-five~

A week later...

Nicolo's POV

I still haven't figured out who is threatening Bella, I've only told Zach about it since he's my most trusted friend, no one else in the group knows and I want to keep as few people to know as possible.

I'm currently at a store with Bella because apparently, the store has good shoes.

Why would you go to a store just to buy expensive but cute shoes? Shoes are all the same, aren't they? They all help protect your feet.

I think as I look down at my white Air Force Ones.

"Ok, what do you think about these?" She turns around and shows me some nude heels.

"I don't understand. Why would you want to wear shoes that hurt your feet?" I ask with a scrunched nose at the shoes. She sighs exasperated as she dramatically drops her arms.

"One, you wouldn't understand because you're a boy. Two–"

"What's that supposed to mean? That I don't have good taste?"

"–Yes, now stop interrupting me. Anyways, two, it makes girls confident in themselves. Three, shopping, for some girls, is entertaining! Shopping is sometimes the reason we even go out of the house."

"Whatever, you do you. I'm just here for moral support I guess."

"That you are. Hold these." She shoves some more shoes in my hand.

For the next hour I follow her around and hold her shoes. Half of them she didn't even get because they were too small. How could any shoe be too small for her feet.

"What do you think of these?" She asks holding up another pair of tennis shoes

"The same way I think of all these other shoes. I think they protect your feet all the same." She rolls her eyes and sets the shoes back in the box

"You know, shoes aren't only meant for protecting your feet. Yes, that's their main purpose, but they're also for fashion. Not like you would know though." She turns around with a smirk on her face and walks away

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"Bellaaaaaaaaaaa. When are you going to be done???" I whine

"Would you be quiet? I'm almost done." She rolls her eyes as I groan. My feet hurt from walking around for hours. We've moved on from the other store and went into another one.

"Bellaaaaaaaaaaa."

"Bellaaaaaaaaaaa."

"Bellaaaaaaaaaaa."

"Bellaaaaaaaaaaa."

"Fine! We're done! You happy now?" She asks and crosses her arms,

"Yeah." We begin to walk out of the store but she walks ahead of me with her arms crossed

I catch up to her shortly after and touch her shoulder

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing."

"Bella, we both know that's not true."

"Well you better believe it because it is true."

"I'm sorry we had to leave earlier than you wanted to. So how about we go get something to eat?" I suggest hopefully

"...Fine, but only because I'm hungry." She uncrosses her arms as she gets in the car.

As I drive to McDonald's, my hand rests on her thigh while she's on her phone, looking through girl stuff on Instagram