5SOS Preferences

Michael

Michael had been busy on tour, so you hadn't talked to him in a few weeks. You were feeling bored and decided to have some fun and call him. His phone went to voicemail, as you knew it would. Once the beep sounded, you belted out the lyrics to Nicki Minaj's "Anaconda" verse about this dude named Michael.

You ended the message with an "I love you" followed by laughter. After that, you decided to exercise because you were overly bored. You decided to leave your phone at home because it was almost dead anyways.

Once home and showered, you finally checked your phone to see you had multiple texts and a missed call: all from Michael.

*WHAT WAS THAT?*

*Y/N, YOU ARE NOT FUNNY*

*The boys keep laughing at me*

*How could you?*

*I'll never listen to Nicki again*

After reading the messages, you decided to FaceTime him. Surprisingly, he picked up after a few rings. You could tell he was trying to suppress his laughter by the ridiculous look on his face. "Hey baby," you chirped.

"(Your full name), you are in a fuck ton of trouble."

"Exactly how much is a fuck ton?"

"A fucking lot."

"It's a good thing we're Facetiming and not texting because your phone would've said 'a ducking lot.'"

You heard laughter in the background, recognizing it as Ashton by the giggliness of it.

"Too soon, Y/N, too soon."

"You're so dramatic."

"But you love it."

You rolled your eyes. "No, I tolerate it. I love you." A chorus of "aw" came from somewhere offscreen, and you couldn't help but laugh. "LUKE," you yelled to the boy you knew would be standing close by.

His dimples smile appeared on screen over Michael's shoulder. "You called?"

"That I did. Could you do me a favor?"

"Anything for you, my love."

"Hey!" Michael slapped Luke in the back of the head. "She's my love, thank you very much."

"Yeah yeah yeah. What can I do you for?"

"Would you give my Mikey Bear a cuddle for me please?"

"Like I said, anything for you." Luke turned to Michael. "You heard the lady. Time to cuddle!" Luke ran off screen, and you could hear him jump on a bed.

Michael groaned. "Thank you so much. Now I have to go cuddle Idiot over there." Luke let out an indignant yell. "I've got to go, but you'll pay for this when I'm finally home."

"Maybe when you get home you can show me that Eiffel Tower." You winked, laughing as you watched his jaw drop.

"Babe," he whined. "It's hard enough being away from you as it is without you talking dirty to me."

"I'm still in the room!" Luke didn't seem to be amused by this conversation.

Giggling, you responded, "Sorry, Puke. Someday you'll learn."

Michael let out a loud laugh. "That's my girl."

"Damn right I am." You checked the time. "I'm sorry, but I have to go eat dinner."

You could see Michael's grin drop. "Okay, babe. We're going to be really busy coming up here, but I'll try to call soon. I love you."

"I love you too, Eiffel."

"Oh my g-" is all you heard before you hung up.