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Belle's POV
I took a deep breath, looking over my outfit. It was cute, but not too over the top. I liked the pencil skirt, I feel like it suits me. I picked up Grandma's ring and put it on. I smiled thinking of her.

Someone was knocking on the door. "Ethan! Can you get it?" I called. No answer. "Ethan!" Still no answer. I walked to his room, he wasn't there. I sighed, walking to the door. When I did, it was Ethan holding white roses. His jaw dropped.

Ethan's POV
She opened the door and damn did she look nice. "W...Whoa..." she blushed, looking down. She pulled my inside and closed the door. "Why'd you do that?" She asked, taking the roses. "That's so cliche, what the hell." She smiled, putting the flowers in the vase Leo's flowers used to be in.

"I don't know... I thought it was cute." She rolled her eyes chuckling, walking back into her room. She looked amazing. She walked back out with her cross body bag. "Ready to go?" I smiled. She nodded and we were out the door.

As I was driving, I felt Belle put her hand on my arm. I took my right hand off the wheel and held it out, she placed hers right on top and intertwined our fingers. There were about a billion knots in my stomach. I smiled to myself focusing, or at least trying to, on the road.


We sat there, laughing our asses off at the stupidest things. We were only there for about fifteen minutes and only had gotten our menus. A waiter came to our table. "Good Evening, my name is Dean and I'll be your waiter for tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?" He was eyeing Belle. "We'll both have water, thank you." He gave off a faint smile and walked away. Belle scoffed. "I know, it's annoying even for me." She slightly chuckled. "There's that award winning smile!" I cheered. She blushed and looked down. Goddamn, she's adorable.

After a while, we got our food. I ordered spaghetti and she ordered some French dish that I don't know how to pronounce. I sucked up a string of spaghetti and Belle almost choked on her food. I chuckled lightly. "Don't do that again." She said sternly but smiled at the same time. We finished soon after, deciding to get dessert at the ice cream parlour down the street. The waiter came with the bill and Belle went after it. "I'm paying for myself." She scanned the receipt and started rummaging through her purse.

"Umm.. no." I took the bill and took my wallet out. She stared at me. "Why won't you let me pay?" I took a few bills out. "Because that's not a gentleman thing to do."

"Who said you were a man?"

"I'm 21." I looked at her with a weird face.

"Well, you're still going through puberty." I pretended I was offended. "I'm still not letting you pay though, acne or no acne." I took out a few bills and placed them in the notebook thing the bill was in. We got up, took our stuff and got into the car. We drove to the ice cream parlour, laughing about I can't remember what. Damn, it was such a nice night. I parked and we got out of the car. I held the door open for Belle and we walked in. She ordered a mint chocolate chip sundae and I ordered a Neapolitan sundae. We sat down at a booth and started eating.

I glanced behind Belle for a moment, trying to avoid eye contact because I was so nervous. I saw Leo, he was sitting alone and staring at Belle. I narrowed my eyes, staring back at him. I saw him smirk and start walking towards us. I felt nervous but I knew I had to protect Belle. "Hey, Sweetie. You miss me?" He forcefully sat beside her and said into her ears. "Get away from me." She shot back.

"Is that a way to talk to your boyfriend?" He said like he was putting force onto something, Belle winced in pain. "DON'T TOUCH HER!" I demanded. He looked up at me, surprised that I said something. "What are you gonna' do 'bout it?" He teased me. I sunk into my seat, pulling out my phone.

Ethan
Mark
Bring Tyler to Don's Ice Cream Parlour
Leo's here and he's going after Belle

Mark
Holy shit
We're coming

I smirked to myself, 'Watch me now, bitch...'

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