Wish We Could Turn Back Time m.c

Chapter 6

That whole weekend, I don't think I left my computer once. The instructions for the art contest were simple: either create a drawing, painting, or a graphic design that is inspired by your favorite song lyrics and upload it to the website. Most of the other entries were of course inspired by 5sos lyrics, but I had something different in mind.

I know that competitions like these were always looking for something unique. Noticing that no one had done anything inspired by Twenty One Pilots lyrics yet, I decided to draw something from one of my favorite songs, Stressed Out. Call me mainstream, but Stressed Out became my favorite song by them from the moment I first heard it. It's so relate able and it describes the exact way I feel.

Wish we could turn back time to the good old days...

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By Sunday afternoon, I had finished sketching and drawing it in pencil and decided to show it to Jasmine for approval before coloring it. For once, I managed to not draw anything morbid. This song just made me feel something different so therefore my drawing turned out different.

Lacey: Well? Do you like it?

Jasmine: no, I don't like it

Lacey: really? :( what should I change?

Jasmine: I'M KIDDING LACE, I LOVE IT!

Lacey: oh. well how come?

Jasmine: do you not realize you've drawn FETUS MICHAEL? that's freakin' adorable

Lacey: I guess not...

I looked at the picture. I'd drawn a little boy and a little girl sitting down Indian style on the floor playing with some toys. Surrounding them was a sort of bubble, while outside of their little bubble was darkness where I had shaded in the rest of my background with my pencil. Both of the children's faces weren't visible since they were looking down at the floor, but the girl had long dark hair just like mine, while the boy had a light colored fringe haircut. Dear God, I've drawn myself and Michael.

Lacey: haha yeah I guess I did...

Jasmine: YOU DID! but who's the other girl in the pic? anyone specific?

Lacey: I'm not sure. just some random person I guess.

Jasmine: oh. well, I think it's really cute that you incorporated 5sos in there while still doing some unique lyrics. also, you know I'm the biggest Michael girl ever so fetus Mikey with that fringe just gives me the feels :)

Lacey: thanks. I'm glad you like it.

Jasmine: of course I like it!!! who wouldn't? are you going to show Al?

Lacey: I want to but I'm afraid that he'll act all flirty again.

Jasmine: and why is that a bad thing?

Lacey: it just is

Jasmine: just show him. I know he'll love it

Lacey: ...

Jasmine: please?

Lacey: fine.

Jasmine: yay! okay, I gotta go. I have basketball practice.

Lacey: bye. I'll show Al the drawing tomorrow.

Sighing and flopping back on my bed, I wondered what compelled me to draw Michael and I like that. Is that really what the song made me thin about of all things? Maybe it was just because Michael was such a big part of my childhood and I always wish I could just turn back time to the good old days just like the song says. Back when I had real friends like Michael who I could count on instead of just being a social outcast with a bully like Charlotte and a best friend who lives all the way over in another country. I guess I had my whole boring life ahead of me to sort all my feelings out. For now, I just needed to get some rest. It'd be good to be prepared if I'm going to purposely start a social conversation tomorrow. Especially with Al.

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Michael's POV

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"Who was that you were talking to on the phone?" I asked Ashton when he came back into the main part of the hotel room where the four of us had been chilling and playing some video games before we were rudely interrupted by Ashton getting a call from our manager. He sighed and told us the news.

"You know that charity we're partnering with to donate money to impoverished kids who want to pursue the arts? The one that's sponsoring the drawing contests? Well, the show in Sydney was apparently the only one that they weren't offering backstage passes to along with the front row concert tickets as the prize, so they called and asked our manager if we could let the winners come back stage with us and he agreed since we didn't have any plans afterward," this caused all of us to erupt in groans.

"Seriously? That show is so late at night though," Luke complained.

"I know, I'm going to want my sleep," Calum added. "I hope it's not some obnoxious twelve year olds who win."

"You know it won't be. They do have to win an art contest after all," Ashton resumed his spot on the couch and took a slice from the box of pizza we had ordered earlier. I did the same as I realized I wanted another slice.

The charity we were working with was doing a series of art contests where the winner would receive front row concert tickets to our show and backstage passes for after. You had to pay ten American dollars to enter and the money would go to kids in need who wanted to pursue art, music, or drama. They were doing this for our shows in London, Paris, New York, Beijing, Rio, and now Sydney. The boys are all upset because in the past we haven't had very good luck with the winners of things like this. The fans we get back stage can get pretty annoying. Don't get me wrong, I love our fans. We all do. In fact, we're flattered that people even like us so much. It's just that you don't need to be as crazy as some people get. After all, we're just four average dorks from Australia who happened to make it big in music.

This past week I've been pretty good about staying off the internet and paying attention to all the hate. I've mostly just been hanging out with the band just like this, derping around and playing video games when we're not working. I'm actually really proud of myself. My mental health seems to be improving a lot after just a week.

Yesterday we were doing a small acoustic show in Liverpool (we're still in the UK) and I met the sweetest little fan. She was ten, maybe eleven, and she had this incredible brunette hair that was long and straight and lively hazel eyes. She told me that she loved me and she loved my band and that we were the only ones that made her happy anymore because her mum and dad were getting a divorce and her siblings weren't talking to her anymore. It was quite personal, actually, I gave her a hug and told her that we loved her too and that of course I would sign her poster, it was all very cute and sad at the same time. I'm sure the other boys felt the same way.

For some reason, though, she made me think of Lacey Palmer.

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End of Part 6.

Sorry if that chapter was a little weird, I didn't mean to make it sound like a filler or anything, I guess the whole drawing contest thing makes more sense to me in my head.

I cant wait for y'all to see what happens between Michael and Lacey! Okay tell me, do you ship Lacey and Al, or Lacey and Michael? :)

Thanks so much for reading! I apologize for my weirdness.

-SJ