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"Luke, come on," you said, dragging your boyfriend into the shopping mall. "I’m coming, I just don’t get why you even need to buy another outfit. You’d look perfect in anything you already own, and besides, you won’t let me pay for it." He whined. "I don’t need you to pay for it. Seriously,” you rolled your eyes at him. You strode into the first store and picked out a few dresses before heading into the dressing rooms, where Luke sat on his phone and waited for you. You were picking out a dress to wear to the Teen Choice Awards with Luke. He had offered time and time again to pay for whatever you wanted, but you hated feeling like you relied on him for money, because you didn’t. Now, after trying on multiple dresses without liking any of them, you began to get frustrated. You returned the dresses to their hangers and huffed out of the store and into the next, Luke hot on your heels. As soon as you and Luke entered the store, a gaggle of teenage girls’ jaws dropped and they let out excited squeals. You sighed, not audibly, and left Luke to greet his fans. “Yeah, I’m here with my girlfriend,” you heard him say as you glanced at the rack of dresses and picked out a few. “Luke, I’m gonna go try these on,” you told him, though you doubted he heard you as he was busy taking pictures with a pretty brunette girl. Ten minutes later, you were slumped against the wall of the dressing room, head in your hands and fighting tears. Nothing you tried on had fit correctly, and you didn’t feel great about yourself. You didn’t understand why Luke was even with you, when he had so many pretty girls chasing after him all the time. A tear escaped your eye and you took a shaky breath. “Kennedy?” You hear Luke’s voice ask from outside. “Are you okay in there?” He knocked on the door. “No.” You answered quietly. “Let me in?” You opened the door slightly and let him in the dressing room, where he pulled you into a hug. “What’s wrong?” His brow furrowed in concern. “I don’t know…I just…nothing fits and I mean, I don’t know why you’re even taking me to the event when there’s so many prettier girls you could take and—” Luke cut you off with a quick peck on your lips. “I’m taking you because you’re my girlfriend and I’m in love with you and you’re beautiful, no matter what you’re wearing. I hate seeing you bring yourself down, Kennedy. You’re so perfect, and it doesn’t matter to me what you wear, okay? I love you.” He said seriously. “God, what did I do to deserve you?” You smiled up at him as you wiped the tears from your eyes and hugged him tighter. “I love you too, Luke.”