southsdad:
“well that’s really sweet. you’re such a sweetheart, what did i do to deserve you? also, did you buy the ticket before or after we started this thingy majig?” he asks curious. “there’s no wrong answer to that question b-t-dubs,” he smirks at her, proud of himself for that millennial slang. “awww,” he chuckles, “who knows? maybe one day i’ll write a song about ya,” he winks at her. he smiles at her words, “samesies,” he grins wider at the kiss. “comfortable? is that a fat joke? i swear im gonna start working out. i already borrowed some of calum’s workout clothes,” he’s half-joking.
“Why wouldn’t I wanna support my...manfriend? You were yourself, babe. I got a ticket before but bought a better seat after we started this..thing. Because then I wanted to be front row, right in front of you.” Camila admits with a blush, hiding her face in his shoulder. “Yes, I am that girl who fangirls when in the front row.” She chuckles, winking at Michael. “I hope one day, it’d be a good song about me. Not like Consequences.” Nobody knew that the song was about Luke, and she wasn’t going to bring it up now. “Oh my god, no it was not a fat joke, dork. I wouldn’t make a fat joke. You look perfect to me, always have.”















