"You've never had a smore?!" I said as we were cuddled against eachother in the bus

"Nope never" He said "we dont do smores in London"

"This is why Americans are better" I chuckled

"Fuck off you racist" he laughed

I smiled at him and moved some of his curly brown locks from his face all he did was look down at me, glancing between my lips and eyes

I pecked him and said "WERE HERE"

"I know honey, I can see the windows" he smiled and rubbed my hip with his thumb

"Fuck" I said

"I bet you'd like me too" he winked and I rolled my eyes

"I don't know... I bet its a shrimp" I said trying not to laugh

"You know its not" he wiggled his eyebrows

I rolled my eyes and blushed "Lets just go"

We walked out of the bus hand in hand

"Let me guess do I have to take cheesy pictures of you two"

"You bet" Dan said and kissed my temple

"Lets just make the damn smores"

Phil, Dan and I made our smores while joking around a bit, and Phil accidently setting his marshmellow on fire once we were finished we ate

Dan looked in awe when he took his first bite "I've found my one true love"

"What about me" I pouted

"I'm sorry (Y/N)" He said

"You shouldve given the ring to the smore" I said dramatically making us both laugh

I took a few pictures of him, his request "Aw this ones adorable"

I pointed at the one with his tongue out and looking at the smore

"Thought you didnt like taking pictures of me"

"Well I like it when I get a cute one"I said and kissed his nose