Justin's POV:
I sat across the table from Isabella just watching her as she ate her sandwich swaying from side to side to the tube that was evidently playing in her head.
"What?" She asked as she froze with the sandwich halfway in her mouth.
I smirked and said "oh nothing."
"Do I have something on my face?" She asked as she sat her sandwich down and started wiping at her face to remove the invisible grime.
"Babe there's nothing there" I told her as I reached across the table and grabbed both of her hands holding them in mine. "You're just beautiful."
I saw a blush creep into her face as she shook away my hands and hid behind her hair. "Thank you" I heard her faintly whisper.
I smiled at her adorableness. "Hurry up and finish. I wanna go somewhere!" I said getting antsy.
"Okay okay jeeze" Isabella said annoyed at my behavior. "I'll be done then" she said pushing her plate forward.
"No I was just joking, eat up" I said pushing her plate back in front of her. I was trying not to laugh at the fact she's making this big of a deal over the one bite that's left on her plate.
She finished the bite and put her plate in the sink. "Ready?" I said hugging her from behind. "Yup" she said simply, and we walked out to the car.
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Isabella's POV:
"A bowling ally? We're going bowling?" I asked him as he pulled into the parking lot of AFC LANES.
"Yeah. Is that okay with you?" He said turning the car off and turning towards me.
"Yeah sounds fun." I said trying to sound excited when really I was dreading the moment we go in there.
If there's one thing I can't do, it's bowl. I can't bowl for my life. My dad says I bowl like I golf. My whole body turns as I throw the ball. Most of the time, I lift my back foot way up in the air.
Justin came around and opened the door for me. "Thank you" I told him as he helped me out of the car. "You're welcome" he said smiling at me.
After we got our shoes and lane, we sat down at a table and typed in our names. I slapped Justin in the chest as he typed in "SexyMann" as his name.
"That's not funny justin. You're so full of yourself" I said shaking my head laughing.
"No I'm just confident." He said smiling at me before typing in my name "MyLove"
"Aww" I cooed at his attempt to be cute.
"Where are all the people?" I said looking around noticing only a few workers in sight.
"I thought it'd be better if we weren't interrupted 173273 times by fans so I rented the entire place." He said causing me to blush really bad.
"I guess I'm up." Justin said standing up and grabbing the purple ball before rolling it perfectly down the lane. I watched as the ball knocked over all 10 pins.
"Hell yeah! That's how you do it!" He said cheering for himself as he walked back to me.
"You're up babe." He said slapping my butt as I stood up. I turned around and gave him the 'not in public' look.
I was so nervous it's not even funny. I picked up the pink ball taking a deep breath before running and releasing the ball freely onto the lane.
"Gutter ball!" Justin yelled as my ball did in fact roll into the gutter. I was extremely embarrassed. Especially with the way Justin was being.
I I slowly picked up the ball as it came back and this time rolled the ball super slow down the lane.
After what seemed like forever, the ball hit 2 pins on the end. Justin started clapping like a maniac. "Bravo, bravo. We have ourselves a new champion!" He said laughing as I was walking back with my head down completely ashamed of myself.
Justin bowled yet another strike and pretended to wipe off his sleeves before he cooly walked back to me.
I stood up ignoring Justin's comments and picked up the ball. However this time right before I was about to roll it, I felt arms wrap around me.
I glanced behind me to make sure it was Justin before smiling to myself. "I'm sorry for being rude, it was uncalled for. I figured you could use some help?" He said as he guided me the whole way up until I threw the ball.
I watched a the ball rolled perfectly down the lane knocking down every single pin. "BOO YA! In your face!" I said as I got up in Justin's face.
We continued this battle until we finished all ten frames. Justin ended up winning. He had a 181 and I had a 90. Lets just say I warned you all that I couldn't bowl.
Justin softened up a bit and he helped me; a lot actually.
"Did you have fun babe?" Justin said pulling me closer to his body as we walked out to the car.
"Yes I did, thank you" I said smiling up at him.
When we reached the car, instead of opening the for for me. He pressed me up against the car and said "can I get a kiss? I haven't gotten one all night." He said the last part as his lips were brushing against mine.
I didn't answer him, he pressed his lips against mine. We exchanged all kinds of feelings through this kiss. Passion, lust, compassion, everything.
"Mhm.." I heard someone clear their throat behind us. "I would like to get in my car if you wouldn't mind." The very annoyed looking worker said rudely.
"Oh yeah..I'm sorry" Justin said being polite and pecking my lips one more time before jogging to the other side.
I got in and so did Justin on our appropriate sides. "Damn she was a bitch" Justin let out as he turned on the car.
I giggled and glanced over at him. When I did, I noticed a bulge in his pants which caused me to gasp loudly.
"What?" He said stopping in the middle of buckling his seat belt.
"What's that from?.." I said nodding to his little friend.
Justin's eyes got wide as he looked down at his pants quickly covering it with his hand. "I'm sorry!" He said looking up at me.
I giggled to myself and looked ahead of us, "just drive" I said shaking my head at him.
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