Calum:
"What do you think? For Mikey?" You hold up a t-shirt that says "If I'm Grumpy, you're Dopey" and do a full 360 when you don't immediately spot your boyfriend. Where the fuck did he go? How did you manage to lose your over-6-feet-tall, 18-year-old boyfriend at a fucking gift shop right outside the exit of Disneyland. You grab your phone and click your favorites, then "Cal <3<3<3" and wait for him to answer. "Hey, Y/N." Calum answers, cool and casual. "Where are you?" You ask. "The happiest place on Earth." He answer. "I HEAR THAT SMIRK." "Well if you turn around, you can see it too." You spin around, hoping to find him but he's not there. "Did you fall for it?" He teases. You huff, and then get tapped on the shoulder. You spin around to find your boyfriend, holding t-shirts that say "She's my Minnie" and "He's my Mickey." "Am I forgiven?" He asks hopefully. You take the shirt with an easy smile. "For now."
Michael:
"C'mon, we gotta see Prince Eric!" You grin, grabbing your boyfriend's hand as you rush over to the meet ups for the princes and princesses. Michael rolls his eyes, but lets you take him over. You two wait in line, passing the time playing stupid games and taking selfies to post on your respective Instagrams and Twitters later. When it's your turn, Prince Eric kisses your hand and says, "Wow, you are the most beautiful girl I've seen today." You feel Michael tense beside you, but you don't think anything of it, because he probably has to say that to every girl right? You grin, "Thanks, Eric." "It's actually Cody. If you want to meet up after this is done, I'd be happy to give you my numb-" "She's with me." Michael says, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you next to him. You try not to smirk, because you love it when Mikey gets jealous, but you know to wait it out. "C'mon, babe, let's go." He leads you away. "But I didn't even get an autograph." You fake-pout, nuzzling into your boyfriend's side. "Shut up." He hip-checks you, finally smiling a bit. Aww jelaouse Michael
