Calum:
"And the winner is..." You take a deep breath, opening the envelope. You shouldn't be biased, but you are. You shouldn't be hoping against hope for 5sos, your favorite band, but you are. You should've turned this down but you wouldn't let yourself. Yes, you're famous too but dammit you fangirl as hard as the rest of them. You can't help the grin spread widely on your face, "5 Seconds of Summer!" You read, clapping. Ashton, Michael, and Luke all run up on stage after their group hug of celebration, and you kiss them on the cheek. But when Calum comes up, after high-fiving fans sitting in the front seats, he looks so ecstatic he cups your face and plants one on you in front of millions of people. You'd heard he had a celeb crush on you, but you had no idea it was true. Without thinking, you kiss him back, dropping the envelope in favor of making out with him because it's CALUM HOOD YOU'RE AT LEAST A LITTLE IN LOVE WITH HIM. "Sorry about that." He blushes as he pulls away, the crowd cheering. You just grin, "Don't be."
Michael:
"Just admit it, Y/N. I look sexy as hell." Michael says, straightening his tie like a secret agent. "You look great," You say, sin sarcasm, worrying about your hair and your cleavage-line is it too deep??? "Wow, no biting comment? No harsh insult? No sarcastic opinion?" Your frenemy/secret crush prods at you. "Just shut up!" You finally snap as he keeps poking at you and finally just tugs down the strap of your dress as you try to fix your hair again. "Finally, something. You being all quiet and not bitchy was getting annoying." He says, pleased with himself "Stop it! I'm really freaking out, I have to present the award for MTV's 'Best Music Video' and I'm going to completely mispronounce something like their name or my name or the award and it'll all be-" You're cut off by him leaning forward and kissing you, his fingers getting tangled in your hair. You kiss him back, too tense not to. "Shut up. You're amazing. Now get out there." He slaps your ass as he pushes you out of the room.
