Golden ticket

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Michael walked into the candy store, shaking the snow out of his hair and off his coat, "Hi Michael." Mr.Trout smiled and Michael waved back. "Have you heard about the contest?" He asked and Michael walked over to the counter, "What contest?" He asked. "There's a golden ticket in 9 Willie Wonka bars and whoever finds them, gets a tour of the Willie Wonka Chocolate factory." Mr.Trout explained and Michael's face lit up, "How many tickets are left?" He asked. "Only one." Mr.Trout sighed, "Dammit, I'll never win." Michael huffed and took out his wallet, "You want one anyway?" He asked and the red haired boy nodded, giving him the money and taking the chocolate bar. He opened it and his eyes widened when he saw a golden ticket, "Oh.my.god." He gasped and pulled it out, dancing around. "I got the last ticket! I got the last ticket!" He beamed and Mr.Trout laughed, Michael ran out the store and to his house. "ASH! LUKE! CAL!" He shouted as he ran upstairs, "What?" Ashton asked, "I got the last golden ticket!" He screamed and showed them the ticket with the widest smile on his face. "Dude, now we can all go!" Calum smiled as they all took out their tickets, "And the tour starts now! C'mon we gotta go!" Michael exclaimed and they all put on coats, running out the door and to the factory. "Hurry up idiots!" Michael shouted as he ran up to the gates just as they opened, "Chill out Mike." Luke groaned as they walked inside, "I will not chill, I am going to be surrounded by every fucking candy made by the Willie Wonka." Michael chuckled and stood in line with his bandmates, getting closer to the man in the red suit with a golden cane and top hat. "Who are you young man?" Wonka smiled at Michael, "I-I'm Michael Clifford sir." He stammered. "Call me Wonka, Michael. Nice hair by the way kid." He winked and Michael nodded, walking in with his bandmates. They walked down the hall and Michael was bubbling with excitement, the group stopped infront of a chocolate lake and Michael's eyes widened, he walked over to one of the trees a picked a chocolate off it, eating it in one bite and shoving more in his mouth. "Michael?" Wonka asked and the red haired boy jumped, he swallowed the chocolate in his mouth and turned around, looking up at the tall man infront of him. "S-sorry sir, I-I was just-" He blushed and Wonka laughed, "Michael, eat what you like. The Oompa Loompa's take care of everything, enjoy yourself." He grinned and ruffled Michael's hair, "Thank you Wonka." The pale boy smiled and Wonka walked off, Michael ran around the factory, shoveling multiple candies in his mouth and they all going in his belly, his jeans were getting too tight and he moved his coat, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, covering it up with his coat so people wouldn't notice as he continued eating candy after candy, he ate whatever he could grab and was getting really full, he slipped on the grass and fell on his bum, he tried to get up, but his bloated belly didn't let him. "Oh no...." He mumbled and laid on the floor, candy all over his face. Wonka hovered over Michael with a smile on his face, "I-I'm sorry Wonka." Michael sighed, a pink blush on his cheeks. "That's what the candy is here for Michael." He chuckled and Ashton helped him stand up, Michael leaning on him for support because he was too full to even move. "Let's get you out of here before make yourself sick." Calum cooed, "I think it's a little too late for that." Wonka laughed and waved to the boys as they left. "Aaaaash." Michael whined, "What Mike?" He asked as he opened their front door, "My tummy hurts." He pouted and Ashton took him to his bedroom. "Well, how much candy did you eat?" He asked as he laid the red haired boy down on his bed, "Too much." Michael groaned and took off his jacket. Ashton sat down and Michael laid his head on his lap, the curly haired boy snuck his hand under Michael's shirt and rubbed his belly, making Michael moan quietly after the pain eased a little and he let drowsiness take over as he fell asleep.

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