seven eleven ∞ m.c.

twenty

no one was going to tell me i wrote 'nineteen' wrong for the last chapter ?!

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lauren's sickness is gone, her sad because she isn't being babied by michael anymore. she's actually being ignored. "michael," she sighs as he sits in the kitchen, him signing in his name on the paper.

"hmm?" he hums, a slight smile on his face.

"you're being distant, what's going on?"

"nothing, why?"

"it seems like you're ignoring me. i don't know." she shrugs, sitting on his lap. he wanted to hug and kiss her, but he was more focused on the paper he just signed.

"the guys and i had to sign this contract that finalizes us being with the producer for at least four years. we could be famous, laurie."

"you're just telling me this?"

"i was going to write you a song but your being a big fat meanie." michael laughs hard at his statement, lauren scowling at him.

"that's sweet michael." she says after a moment, kissing his lips. he frowns.

"can i officially ask you to be mine?" michael asks, looming up at her with those puppy eyes no one can resist - not even calum. "please?"

"sure, but not like this. not when im mad at you."

"why are you mad at me?!" michael exclaims, looking in her eyes.

"im kidding, go ahead."

"will you, lauren, be my girlfriend?" michael asks, kissing her cheek. she giggle at his nose tickling her neck.

"yes, michael, i will."

"how cute." calum smirks, dropping a bag of weed on the island. "im done with weed if nicole and i get together. want this?"

"no," "hell yeah!"

lauren and michael look at each other. "it's bad to have that much drugs in the house, michael, and plus you guys are becoming musicians."

"so what?" michael shrugs, easily taking her off of his lap and taking the weed up to his room to stash it. lauren scowls at calum.

"what?"

"he hasn't smoked or drank in weeks except for the bit of alcohol in his slurpee on our date." she says, a little mad at calum.

"whatever, lauren. you're acting like you don't smoke and when michael smokes you smoke."

"but i want to stop and so does michael. you should too because it's bad for celebs to be doing drugs."

"weed isn't drugs its a plant."

"what fucking ever."

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after the little argument, michael and lauren cuddled on the couch, watching any show that came on tv. "are you really mad?"

"no," lauren breathes. "i just don't want you going to jail."

"i won't, im going to take half a rid of it. im not going to be addicted."

lauren laughs, grabbing his hands. she turns to him, "you know, i used to wear glasses."

"random but okay." michael laughs.

"i haven't worn them in years, and i dropped my contacts when i was running. the whole container dropped in a sewer." she chuckles. "im getting my glasses back but im going to look like a nerd."

"some nerds are cute, depends." michael grins, kissing her nose.

lauren blushes, nuzzling her nose into his neck. michael hugs her closely knowing they're deep in the puppy love phase, and soon they're going to be saying the L word.

"i-"

"what?" lauren looked up at michael, michael silently cursing himself.

"i-im tired, let's go upstairs."

"okay."

he almost said it.

michael groans silently, thinking shit i almost said i love you what the actual fucking fuck?!

a/n

you should've just said it stoopid