seven eleven ∞ m.c.

thirty eight

their first visit was at the shark reef, basically an aquarium. it's been great for them because michael got scared every time a shark got near the glass. they walk out of the building, lauren laughing.

"babe, let's go eat. you're so rude." he whines, kissing her temple. she laughs a little, grabbing her hand.

"pizza?" lauren asks.

"we're in vegas, i want to take you somewhere nice. somewhere fancy, somewhere where you're wearing a tight red dress that im going to strip from you tonight." he smirks, leaning toward her. she giggles at his words, nodding.

"meet at the hotel in two hours? i want you dressing up like you did at the wedding." she tugs on his jacket before turning to walk away.

"stop swaying your hips before we skip dinner and get right t-"

"stop being a perv, michael." she laughs, remembering at seven eleven when he was staring at her bum. "go set dinner reservation."

"i am, once you're out of sight." he smiles, as she walks into macy's. he turns and goes to google on his phone to find the most fanciest restaurant.

lauren spotted a red dress that fit her curves perfectly that would most likely drive michael crazy.

he found the most fanciest restaurant, dinner reservations at eight.

••••

lauren turns to look at her body in the mirror. she smiles, putting the white cardigan overtop of it. "it didn't have to be that sexy, you're just teasing me now." she smiles at his voice.

the door closes as she turns to look at him. he looks exactly the same as he did at the wedding, only now with red hair. "michael!"

"lauren!"

"i know you dye your hair a lot, but that bright of a red." she laughs, feeling his hair. "it matches my dress."

"great." he winks. "we have an hour, so let's go."

"i can't bend down, so you have to put my shoes on for me." she sits, handing him the black flats. he kneels down as if she was cinderella. "stop feeling my legs, michael."

"you shaved and they're soft. i can't help it." he giggles, kissing her leg. he starts trailing up, her at loss of breath.

"stop it, i want to have this date before we do anything." she breathes, cupping his cheek.

••••

they arrived moments before the deadline of being late. they got taken to their spots, and then they ordered.

"did you ever wonder what would've happened if luke didn't leave me at that party?" michael asks, looking at lauren.

"you'd still be drunk off your ass, be home sick, and i'd still be in that deadbeat town, homeless and a prostitute." lauren frowns, hating the topic, but it's true.

"stop downing yourself. i love you lauren, and im pretty sure you would've found someone, not as great as me, but someone." he lightens the mood, making her giggle.

"don't be so self-conceited." she laughs, kissing his nose. a woman and male waitress coming with their food.

"you guys are adorable! i wish my husband would take me somewhere fancy." she looks at her husband, who was setting down the plates.

"maybe if you'd stop being so clingy, i would." he sasses back, rolling his eyes. "don't get married, you'll regret it."

michael laughs softly, lauren wanting to laugh, but didn't. they walk away, arguing, then lauren turns to him. "that was rude, why would you laugh?"

"it was funny, and of course im going to marry you. not now, but i will." he concludes, kissing her hand. "what if i shout, she said yes."

"don't do that!" lauren grabs his wrist, making him sit down. "do not even try it."

he laughs at how serious she was.

a/n

drunken nights in vegas lead to being legally married ahahhahahahahahah