"taylooooor, i'm homeeeeeee," i yelled, letting myself into her house with calum following close behind.
"suuure, just let yourself in, why don't you?!" she exclaimed, walking into the living room from the hallway.
"i did just that, you ready to go?" i asked.
"sure," she shrugged.
"have fun on your date," calum said, smiling.
"shut the fuck up," i said, rolling my eyes.
"go to ashtons or something," taylor laughed.
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"fucking hell! are there even any ice cream places around here?!" i complained, taylor and i had been driving around every street and had yet to find one.
i guess those were the perks of living in a small ass town.
"i don't know actually," taylor admitted.
"you know what? i know what we're gonna do," i mumbled, making a quick u-turn.
"where are we going?" taylor questioned.
"to the gas station, we can pick up a container of ice cream, some plastic spoons, and then go to the park or something."
"so romantic," taylor replied, rolling her eyes.
i laughed quietly, as i pulled into the parking lot. before i could even pull all the way into a parking spot, taylor was halfway out the car.
"i'll get everything we need! stay there!" she ordered, running inside.
for some unknown reason, i found it adorable how excited she was, but i wouldn't admit it.
i mindlessly tapped my hands on the steering wheel, humming some song that ashton had gotten stuck in my head, i was pretty sure it was by ed sheeran.
"okay, i'm back!" taylor suddenly announced, getting into the car, with three bags in her hands.
"what the hell did you buy?"
she smiled, "you'll see, take us to the park, mikey!"
"stop calling me that," i said, pulling out of the parking lot so we could head to the park.
"fine, michael clifford," she said.
i didnt't even bother responding to that.
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Exception [M.Clifford)
Fanfiction" you are the only exception... " ••• in which michael is an asshole who doesn't care about anyone or anything except himself... until taylor comes around at least.
