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Bell,

I remember the first time we danced. 

We had moved into our apartment about two months before. You were struggling with an article, I has just lost my job, we were so scared that we weren't going to be able to get through the next few months.

Moments before, we were screaming at each other. You were blaming me for losing my job, I was defending myself, you were crying because you couldn't write that damn article.

We both collapsed at the table and just watched each other break down. You were a sobbing mess, I was trying not to cry, but I'm a big baby, I was also crying.

I was so tempted to walk out and let you cool down. Stay at one of the mates house for a few hours. But I didn't leave you. You didn't leave me.

I stood up and grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug. I held you so tight. Your arms were around my neck, gripping tightly. My face was in your neck, pressing kisses.

I wanted to squeeze so hard that all of our problems just faded away. But I didn't want to cut off your oxygen.

We stood there just holding each other for, I don't know how long, half an hour maybe. 

That stupid stereo in the corner was on a station was playing some stupid cheesy song and I just swayed along with the music.

You pulled back and laughed that stupid, beautiful laugh that I can't get enough of. You just smiled at me, your finger tips pushing through my hair, and said, "Lucas, I don't know how to dance."

I just smiled and told you to put your feet on mine. You did as I said, nearly falling over in the process. 

You wrapped an arm around my neck, the other holding my hand as we moved to the music. I wish I could remember that damn song. I had an arm around your waist, yours eyes looking into mine.

I loved you so fucking much in that moment. Just looking into your eyes, dancing to the music with you, I didn't care about the money issues, I didn't care about you stupid article, I didn't care about our fight, I was just so happy to be right in that moment with you and I wouldn't change it for anything.

You smiled at me and kissed me. You kissed me over and over again, mumbling apologies. Just like that, we were okay again. Back to normal. Not even ten minutes after fighting.

That's what I love about us. We don't run from our problems. We face them together.

Our love isn't perfect, but no love is. Our love is perfect for us. 

I love you.

                                                                                                                - Luke

I smiled softly, brushing the tears from my cheeks. Luke was so sweet. 

Even now, I could already feel myself starting to fall in love with him. It was hard with those beautiful blue eyes.

My phone started ringing on the bedside table, I picked it up and answered it, hoping it might be Luke. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

My smiled faltered, a frown on my face. "Oh, hey, David."

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing."

"Wanna go out?" he asked. "I'm downstairs."

"I'm not really feeling that great, Da-"

"Come on.."

"Arabella?" My mom called from downstairs.

I groaned, knowing that they were going to force me to go out with him like they always would. They wanted me to love David but I couldn't. I could barely even look at him without wanting to hurt him. Give him a nice kick in the balls.

I moved down the stairs, frowning at the sight of David and my dad shaking hands. 

"There she is!" David smiled, moving over to me.

I pulled a tight smile as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I just hugged back and tried to ignore where his hands went.

"We're going out."

"I don't want to go out, I told you I-"

"We're going out."

I snatched my hand from his. "No, I don't feel like going out."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him, his blue eyes meeting mine. "We're going out, Bell."

"Don't call me that," I shoved at his chest, turning to see my parents pretending nothing was happening. "Seriously?"

"Honey, just try."

I opened my mouth to say something but my dad glared at me. I grabbed my purse and followed the blue eyed asshole to his asshole car.

They were so obsessed with the idea of David and I that they didn't even care what he did to me.

That's fucked up.