Brendon's POV
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Dallon was currently laying on the bed, as I was grabbing clothes from the bags, and trying them on, showing them to him each time I would put something new one.

I loved all of the clothes I got because they were so pretty! And Dallon had let me get whatever I wanted, which made me really happy as well.

I currently had on one of the red tops we had gotten. It seemed like all of the red clothes were in one bag, so I was just trying one after the other.

"D-Dally, why's i-it like th-that?" I ask, pointing to the end of the shirt that was just above my belly. I didn't mind it, and I thought the shirt was really pretty, but I thought shirts were supposed to cover all of you?

"It's called a crop top, baby, and it looks amazing on you," Dallon says from his place on the bed, and I giggle and blush, not really realizing that his eyes were scanning over me.

I grab the last few red items out of the bag and I try them on, ending with a long sleeved, loose shirt, at least, I think it was a shirt.

I put it on and I look at myself in the mirror, giggling happily, and then I turn back to Dallon to show him, and he smiles at me.

"That looks amazing on you too, darling. And that's called a blouse, so it's a bit different from a shirt," he says as I start to mess with the gold necklace that was around my neck. "Is that all, baby? Cause if it is, you should come cuddle me."

I giggle more as I hear him and I nod gently. "I th-think that's a-all.. an-and I wanna c-cuddle, but j-just give me a s-second," I say, and I grab my fluffy hoodie from the place I had last left it.

I took the blouse off, and I put the hoodie on in its place, immediately smiling as I feel the softness of it. I look back to Dallon and smile. He had made himself comfy on the bed, and he just continued to watch me with a smile.

I dug in one of the bags for a second until I found a pair of shorts that were almost as soft as my hoodie. They were the same color as the strings of my hoodie, and I thought they were really pretty like the rest of my clothes.

When I get the shorts on, I notice that they're a bit shorter than I had expected, since I saw what other pairs of shorts looked like, but I really don't mind.

I climb onto the bed and I crawl over to Dallon, pushing my way into his hold. He laughs a little, and he wraps his arms around me again like he was earlier before I had gotten up to try all the clothes on. He kisses my neck gently, and I smile and giggle.

"You look amazing, baby," I hear him say, and his hands run over my sides, until they move to the waistband of my shorts and he messes with them a little. I giggle and blush as I look up at him.

"T-Thank you, D-Dally.. I lo-love all t-the clothes I g-got," I say, and I sit up on him like I was this morning, my hands on his chest as I looked down at him.

I messed with the gold necklace again, and besides my hoodie, I think that was one of my favorite things I had gotten. I feel Dallon's hands on my upper thighs, until he moves them around my body and he messes with the bottoms of my shorts, which were around the back of my upper thighs.

"S-So wh-what do you d-do on a d-date?" I asked him, not minding his touch. "Wh-Where c-can you go for o-one?"

"You can go and do almost anything, baby. Some people go eat, or I know some people around here take walks on the beaches close to sunset, it's basically whatever you can come up with, darling," Dallon replies, and I nod a little.

I had either of my thighs on Dallon's sides, and I put my hands back down on his chest for support instead of messing with my necklace still. I liked looking down at him, and having him look up at me, though it did make me giggle a little.

I was happy with my clothes and all that Dallon had got me, and I couldn't wait to go on a date with him. No matter what we do, I know it's going to be fun since I always have a good time when I'm with him. He made me happy, and he made me feel loved, and I couldn't really ask for much more.

Dallon's POV
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I smiled up at Brendon, as I gently rubbed his thighs. I was glad he liked his clothes cause I had spent nearly four hundred dollars on him. He giggled and blushed a little, as the tips of my fingers 'accidentally' slipped under the bottom of his shorts.

He had wanted more feminine clothes, and I thought it was adorable! Some people would say that I should've told him to wear guys clothes, but I honestly didn't care enough to explain what style goes to which gender cause it shouldn't matter! Girls can wear guys clothes, so why can't it be the other way around?

Brendon had one of his hands on my chest, and the other one was in my hair. I had never told him how good it felt when he ran his fingers through my hair, but it was wonderful. I just hoped that something wasn't gonna be stuck in it and he'd get it under his nails, so I had been taking a lot of showers to keep my hair clean.

I heard my phone buzzing, and I opened my eyes a little, looking over at the table. "Babe," I groaned. "Can you grab my phone for me, sweetheart?"

"Wh-what?" Brendon asked, a pout forming on his lips. "Wh-where?"

"The square thing that's buzzing, it's on the table, can you hand it to me?" I asked. Brendon nodded, moving so he could grab my phone. I gasped a little, as his knees pressed into my hips.

"H-here, D-Dally." He said, handing me my phone, then began playing with his necklace again.

"Thanks, baby." I said, opening my phone. There were a few Twitter notifications, and there were two texts from Ryan.

x x x

Ry: im coming home in a few, so r Ty and Josh

Ry: have u made food?

x x x

"Oh shit." I muttered, setting my phone down. I tried to sit up, but Brendon held onto me, so I couldn't. "Baby, I gotta make dinner."

"O-oh." Brendon said, crawling off of me. He looked upset that I had to get up, and I saw him put his arms around his legs, drawing his knees into his chest.

"C'mere." I said, scooping him up into my arms, carrying him into the kitchen. "Here, you can sit on the counter, just don't touch the stove, it's gonna be hot, and it'll hurt you."

Brendon nodded, smiling as he watched me start to make food. "You know what, baby, I'm making omelets cause I'm boring, and that's all I know how to make." I said, as I grabbed peppers, meat, eggs, and a few jalapeños from the fridge.

Brendon picked up one of the jalapeños, looking at it from all angles. "Wh-what's this?"

"It's spicy." I said, turning back to the stove. I thought he'd take my word for it, since I hated spicy food, but I heard a crunching sound, and I braced myself for a scream or something.

"Th-this is g-good!" Brendon exclaimed, eating the rest of the jalapeño. I stared at him, surprised that he could handle the heat, but my fear was confirmed when he suddenly dropped the pepper, gasping.

"There it is." I said, grabbing some milk from the fridge. "Drink this, babe." He nodded, chugging the drink, tears creeping down his cheeks. "Oh gosh, baby, it's okay, was it that bad?"

He nodded, breathing heavily. "Sp-spicy." He held onto me, and I leaned over a tiny bit so I could make sure nothing burned on the stove. "It h-hurt my m-mouth."

"I know, sweetie, I know." I said. "I'll chop some tiny ones in your omelet, you'll barely even taste it, okay?"

"O-okay." Brendon said, letting go of me. I smiled at him, finishing up the food. He jumped off of the counter, wrapping his arms around me from behind, and kissed my shoulder, giggling.

"What're you doing, darling?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to smile at him more. He giggled again, resting his cheek on my back, gazing up at me. "You're adorable, baby."

"DAL? BRENDON?" Ryan shouted, as the front door opened. "There you are!"

Brendon and I turned around. "Hey! How was your hang out?"

"It was fun, but you don't want to go outside." Ryan said, glancing at Brendon's clothes. "Did you both go shopping or something? What did I miss?"

"I got him some clothes, I didn't want him wearing my baggy weird stuff." I said. "Anyway, why can't we go outside?"

"Well...uh...Tyler and Josh..."

"A-are they o-okay?" Brendon asked, still playing with his necklace with one hand, the other holding mine.

"Oh, they're fine, more than fine." Ryan said. "They're...uh...making out in their car, and I made the fucking mistake of looking inside."

Brendon pouted a little, not knowing what Ryan was talking about, but I knew exactly what was happening. "They're making out? Really? I thought they'd never do that."

"D-Dally, what d-does make o-out mean?" Brendon asked, tugging on my shirt.

"It means kiss, Bren." Ryan answered. "Dal, show him."

"Right now?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable. When your best friend asks you to make out with your boyfriend, it gets kinda awkward. "As in right now?"

"You did it last night, now just kiss him, damnit!" Ryan exclaimed, glancing over at the door. "Actually, hold that thought, I'm gonna go check on them." He went back outside, which gave me the perfect opportunity to show Brendon what we were talking about.

"Here, baby." I said, placing my hands on his hips, pulling him into a soft kiss. I felt him smile and kiss back, wrapping his arms around my neck. He has to stand on his toes to make up for our height difference, but I thought it was kinda cute.

"YO! LOOK THE FUCK OUT!" Ryan shouted, running back in. "Aw, that kiss was really fucking adorable!"

We smiled and blushed, as we broke away from each other. "Thanks, and what's the matter?"

Ryan pointed to the door, and we all saw Tyler and Josh rush in, their lips crashing against each other's in a frantic make out session. I had never felt more uncomfortable in my life, and I could tell Ryan wasn't loving this moment either.

"H-hi, T-Ty...h-hi, J-Josh!" Brendon called, waving at them. Josh waved back, as he and Tyler practically fell into their room, the door slamming behind them.

Ryan coughed. "So, how was shopping? Did you get any fun stuff?" I smirked, as my friend tried desperately to fix the awkward silence that hung around the kitchen.

Brendon lit up, and began to talk to Ryan about our outing, and I turned back to the stove, trying to forget about the sight that had unfurled because before us not more than a minute ago. I smiled, looking over my shoulder from time to time to look at Brendon, who was still excited about his new clothes. He glanced back, and gave me an adorable smile. "I-I love y-you!"

"I love you too!" I said. "When we go to bed we should figure out a date!"