seven eleven ∞ m.c.

thirty

around midnight, jay and calum went to his house, lauren and michael taking their nightly trip to seven eleven. "babe, i wanna see you where you grew up." lauren smiles. "you never showed me your favorite places."

"aw damn. wanna go tomorrow, it can be an us day?" he smiles, kissing her softly. she grabs his hand, and they go back out of the store. "what are you doing?"

"i want you," she jumps up on him, his hands under her bum. "to take good care of me."

"should i? you've been naughty." michael kisses her neck, leaning back on his car.

"what? you've been the naughty one!" lauren laughs, kissing his cheek, and hugging him.

"how is this supposed to a naughty and dirty session and you're being adorable?" michael asks, giggling into her neck. love bites were spread all over her neck, only soon to be stopped by a man.

"could you get out of this parking lot and do that elsewhere? you guys are regular costumers, but it's disturbing."

"it's like midnight, man." michael laughs, the man scowling. sighing lauren jumps down, getting into the car. "what are you doing?"

"im tired, just get in the car."

"really?" he frowns, getting into the car, a small smile on his face. they drive to his house, only to see an expensive car in front, which michael parked behind.

"t-that's my father's car, mikey."

a/n

oh shit sorry it's short it's just that in like an hour real husbands of hollywood comes on and im freaking lazy af