A/N: Here's the second part of this twoshot. Actually this one was meant to be the first part, but I had other ideas. I got this idea from going dress shopping and watching all the brothers, fathers, husbands, and boyfriends wait around for their respective female companions…Enjoy!

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Bella's POV:

Finally I was on my date with Will. I really did believe him about the kids, but I was sort-of-not-really-maybe testing his tolerance. If he can put up with my crazy family, anything was possible for us…now I just had to have him over for dinner some night to become acquainted with my parents…

"Babe? Hey Bella," Will said, as we walked hand in hand down to his car. "Where do you want to go?"

I shrugged, "Anywhere is fine. You should pick since you had to put up with those little urchins." I teased. He groaned

"Don't even mention that; I'm still scarred from the experience."

I laughed and then thought for a few seconds. "Well, I have somewhere I need to go…but I'd kind of hate to drag you there with me." I said slowly.

"I don't care where it is; I'll go anywhere with you,' he said, opening the car door for me.

"That's sweet," I giggled, sitting down in the passenger's seat. He climbed into the driver's seat and fished around in his pockets for his keys. "But are you sure you don't mind?" I cautioned.

"I'm sure. Now, where do you want to go?" He asked again, placing the key in the ignition and starting the car.

"The mall," I said quickly, "I need a something to wear to the school dance that you're going to ask me too." I smiled cheekily.

"I am?" He asked teasingly. "What dance?"

I smacked him playfully on the arm. "You know very well what dance." I said, faking annoyance. "I haven't got anything to wear, so I was hoping that we could run to the mall really quickly. I'll grab the first thing I see and then we can have lunch at the food court."

Will nodded, "Sounds fine to me, let's go." He pulled out of my driveway and turned out onto the street.

I looked at him incredulously. "Seriously? You don't have a problem with going shopping with me? Most girls would have to tie their boyfriends hand and foot before they could get them into a clothing store."

He laughed, "It can't be that bad, and besides, the idea of you trying on lot of cute dresses kind of appeals to me. Are you sure you don't need a swimsuit too?"

I squealed and smacked him even harder than the first time. He made a face, but then smiled at me as we came to a stop sign. There were no other cars in sight, so he took this opportunity to quickly kiss me on the cheek.

"Maybe other guys are stupid enough to bypass a perfectly nice afternoon with their girlfriends, but I'm sure not." He whispered softly into my ear.

I turned my head and kissed him on the lips. He returned my kiss and traced his fingers down my arm. I was beginning to become frustrated with my seatbelt when we heard an annoyed "HONK" come from behind us. The noise scared us to death and we jumped and broke apart immediately. Will quickly pulled away from the stop sign and down the street. We were silent for a few seconds. Then I heard Will snort. He began laughing full out a few seconds later and I joined him.

"That was priceless," he said after we had both calmed down. I nodded and grinned. A few minutes later we pulled into the mall parking lot. I reached for my purse and flipping open the passenger mirror, carefully applied some lip-gloss.

Will had already found a parking spot by this time and he turned off the car. "You ready?" He asked.

I snapped the mirror back up and shut my purse. "Yup," I said beginning to get out of the car.

"Whoa, wait a second!" he yelped, throwing open his door and rushing outside.

"What?" I asked, surprised at his sudden outburst. He walked around the car and opened the door, standing up very straight and gesturing like a stuffy butler.

I laughed and stepped out of the car. He immediately took my hand and pressed it too his lips. "My lady," he murmured dramatically. Then he chuckled and put his arm around me. I gave him a small hug and we started towards the mall entrance.

Will's POV:

It didn't take long to find Bella's favorite clothing store. It was strictly a chic boutique; and I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't feel out of place there. I didn't let Bella see my discomfort though, and I amiably followed her around as she moved from rack to rack of clothes.

"What do you think of this one?" She asked, holding up a navy blue tank top with a sequined star on the shoulder. I studied it.

"I like it," I finally said, "You'd look really good in it."

She looked at it again critically, "You really think so?" She asked.

"I really think so,' I assured her. She smiled happily.

"Okay then, I'll try it on." Then she turned to the next rack and began combing through a selection of shorts and capris. I followed close behind, glancing around randomly as I went.

"Will, would you hold this?" Bella asked absentmindedly, handing me three sundresses and four shirts.

"Sure," I said, taking the clothes from her. As Bella was trying to decide between jean shorts and khaki capris, I heard someone giggle, and I could tell that it wasn't Bella. I turned around and saw a small brunette standing next to me, looking up at me adoringly. I smiled and cleared my throat.

"Um, did you want something?" I asked helpfully. She giggled again.

"Yeah…" she said dreamily. Uh oh. She must have noticed my expression, because she quickly came back to reality and smiled flirtatiously.

"I was looking at the t-shirt behind you, do you think you could pass it to me?" She asked, gesturing to a sparkly hot pink shirt that lay just behind my elbow.

"Oh, sure," I said, reaching for the hanger and handing the girl the shirt.

"Thank you so much," she gushed. Then she looked at the shirt and frowned.

"Now that I see this shirt, I don't know if I should buy it or not. Do you think it would look good on me?" She asked, her big brown eyes wide.

I shifted uncomfortably, "Well, I guess it would, it's a nice shirt and you're…um…well yeah…ehem… I think so…" I stuttered nervously. It was funny. I had no problem telling Bella what looked good on her and what didn't, but with a stranger (even a very pretty stranger) it was a whole other matter altogether. She giggled.

"You're cute," she said sweetly, "I'm Selena," she said flipping her hair over her shoulder. "What's you're name?" Okay, this wasn't good.

"Oh, well, I…you see – "

"It doesn't mater what his name is, but as long as you plan to stick around you might care to learn mine." I heard a familiar voice from behind me. Bella's hand threaded through my arm as she glared at the girl in front of me.

"I see," Selena said smoothly. "Well, I don't believe I do care. As I was saying –"

"GOOD-BYE!" Bella cut in, pulling me away with her as we headed towards the dress section. She let go of my arm, but she looked angry as she stomped over to a rack of black dresses.

"Bella, wait, Bella!" I tried to follow her, but she ducked behind the rack and moved somewhere else, I couldn't help but think how ridiculous I must look, chasing my girlfriend around a dress store with my arms full of clothes, but at the moment, I didn't really care.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to – " I tried again. She tried to run away again, but I grabbed her arm before she could get far.

"Bella, please listen to me. I'm so sorry; I didn't realize what she was doing until a few seconds before you got there, and I'm going to tell you now that I've never been so relieved to hear your voice before in my life." I said, "Please, you've got to believe me," I pleaded.

She didn't look at me for a few seconds. Then she dropped the clothes she was holding and threw herself into my arms. I dropped what I was holding too and held her tightly and stroked her hair.

"I love you," She whispered, burying her face in my chest.

"I love you too," I whispered back. "Now," I said, giving her a playful shove away from me. "Are you going to modal for me or not?"


(Three hours later)

"And how about this one?" Bella said for what I think must have been the three hundredth time. "I wasn't sure if I should get it in black or blue."

I looked up tiredly from my what-now-felt-like-permanent seat outside the fitting rooms, "I like black." I said, referring to the dress she had on.

"But you haven't even seen the blue," she argued.

I sighed. "I have a good imagination," I defended, "And beside," I added, "all guys like little black dresses." I cracked a smile and she laughed.

"Okay, I'll get the black," She said as she turned back inside. She came out a few minutes later, dressed in her own clothes with the winning items in her hands. I stood up, relieved.

"So we're done?" I said trying not to sound too thankful.

She nodded. "Yeah, we're done…" I momentarily congratulated myself, "…in this department," she finished. I bit back a groan. Spending the rest of the day inside a mall was NOT my idea of a perfect date.

"What's left?" I choked weakly, trying to stay calm.

"Shoes!" She squealed, handing me her shopping bag as we came into sight of the shoe display. I couldn't help but smile at her cuteness, and that momentarily made me forget that I was probably going to spend at least another hour in this God-forsaken store.

Thankfully, the chairs in the shoe department were quite comfortable, so I settled into one of those and pulled out my iphone and began playing Temple Run. After I had beaten my high score for the sixth time though, I was getting more than a little impatient.

"Bella, are you done yet?" I asked, looking over to where she was a few feet away, trying on a pair of black strappy sandals.

"Just a few minutes more, why don't you play with your phone or something?" She said absentmindedly as she compared the black sandal on one foot to the gray one on the other.

I sighed and turned back to my phone. I pressed the home button but nothing happened. "What the heck?" I mumbled, flicking at the "on" button, but no luck. I had probably run out of batteries.

"I can't," I said.

"Why not?" She asked, handing a shoe to a sales lady.

"Because my phone just died," I snapped.

"You can use mine," she said, wobbling with one foot in heels and the other in flats over to the chair where she had left her purse.

"But I'm starving, can't we go get lunch!" I moaned.

She sighed and reached for her purse. She pulled her phone out and pressed a few buttons and then threw it at me.

"Here, make a pizza," she said, waving her hand at me as she turning back to the mirror. I looked down at the phone in my hand. She had opened it to a page of food apps. There were several different ones: one for cupcakes, one for pizzas, one for cookies, one for salads, and one for burritos.

"Hey Bella," I called, looking up from the phone.

"Yes Will," she said, exasperated.

"Can I make a burrito instead?"


"See, that didn't take long," Bella said sitting down at a table in the food court, and double-checking her receipts.

"Oh no, not long at all – just four hours!" I cried, sitting down next to her and diving into my plate of food that we had just picked up from Tacobell.

She nibbled on her salad from Saladworks and watched me with amusement.

"You should see what happens when I really get going; and I thought you wanted to get Japanese?" She added, gesturing towards one of our favorite counters at the mall.

"I did," I said between bites, "But that was before I almost died of starvation and was playing "Burrito Maker" on your phone."

She laughed, "Well you survived," She said teased, leaning over to kiss me.

"Yum! You have salsa on your nose!" She squealed. I grinned and wiped my face with a napkin.

"Better?' I questioned, making a face at her.

She giggled. "Much better," she said, leaning into my side.

"Hey, how about we go for a walk on the beach after we finish eating?" I suggested, putting my arm around her.

"That sounds nice," she murmured, snuggling into my embrace. "Thank so much for coming with me; it means a lot, really." She said sincerely.

"Your welcome babe," I said, gently turning her face towards mine. I kissed her softly. She sighed contently and leaned her head on my shoulder. I placed my head on top of hers and smiled to myself.

Maybe this had been the perfect date after all.

A/N: This was really, REALLY fun to write, I hope you liked it. Please review! I would really love to hear what you guys thought of this! Thank you so much for reading!

Ella:)