seven eleven ∞ m.c.

thirty nine

they wake up, naked and still a little tired. lauren kisses his bare chest, smiling. "baby, im hungry." he whines.

"order breakfast, i can't cook for you. the kitchen isn't even a kitchen, mikey." lauren laughs, lifting her hand to his face.

his eyes widen at the ring on her finger. "did we drink last night?" he raises his hand, a matching band on his finger.

"yeah, i think so."

"what fucking happened, lauren? are we legally vegas married!?" he exclaims, sitting up.

after dinner, the two decided to not end the night there. it's las vegas, it's time to live life to the fullest. "where to, mr?" lauren smirks.

"first bar we find."

they walk fast, ignoring the calls from their phone, probably from her father or calum. the first bar they found was full of people their age which was the best.

michael went to go get drinks as lauren went dancing. some girls joined her, then grabbed her wrist. "are you new here?"

"yeah, me and my boy-"

"you're an aussie! oh my god, talk again." the one girl speaks, smiling.

"im lauren, what's your name?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"angel. let's go dance, and meet your boyfriend." she excitedly exclaims, running to michael. he jumps at her excitement, lauren shrugging.

"let's all go dance, ladies." michael smirks, linking arms with lauren and angel, the two girls behind them. at the dance floor, kesha's c'mon blasted, everyone dancing.

lauren danced her way to michael, drinking her two shots of alcohol. "you have to be a little sober, so you don't do anything you'd regret."

"i love you, in not going to cheat on you." he kisses her cheek.

"i mean fighting someone over me. i know you do it because you love me, but i don't like you getting hurt."

"it's okay babe, just have fun. im going to make friends that are boys." he chuckles, leaving lauren to socialize with the girls.

"girl, you two are adorable." angel smiles.

"you two need to get married, asap." the other girl, ricky speaks, smiling.

"i wish, but we're only nineteen and we're only three months into our relationship." lauren chuckles, downing another shot.

angel, ricky, and carly give each other looks, before ordering more rounds of shots.

*•*•*•*

lauren and michael giggle as they stumble into their hotel. "bye man," michael does a handshake with the boys he met that happened to be boyfriends of the girls lauren has been with.

"bye, mrs. clifford." carly winks. "here's our numbers if you need someone to hang out with."

"same here," nick hands a paper to michael, carly handing one to lauren.

michael grabs the papers from his pocket, seeing nick's name scribbled across his with a number. "it couldn't be that bad, mikey. i mean we want to get married, didn't we?"

"not three months into our relationship, laur. i love you, but do you know what would happen if cal and them find out?" he asks, calling the number. he answers with a hangover.

"sup?" nick asks, not knowing who is calling him.

"did lauren and i get married?"

"no." he laughs. "you got those rings from a antique store, and aaron was the fake legalized pastor that got you guys married. we were all piss drunk, i think there's a video on your phone."

"dude, are you serious?" michael asks, not realizing how offended lauren felt.

"im stopping over with carly. be up."

"you got it."

he watches lauren throw random clothes on, a sad expression on her face. "baby, why the sad look?" he asks, trying to hug her but she walks away.

"it's calum, michael. he wouldn't care if we got married on accident, why does it matter anyways? if we did get married why do you care about Calum's opinion anyways?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"i-i-"

"exactly." she rolls her eyes, going into the bathroom to wash up. "im leaving out, don't bother following me out neither."

"babe, don't do this." michael says from behind the door of the bathroom. shower water blocked out the music she was playing. "laur."

what the hell.

a/n

wtf lauren ?!