Wish We Could Turn Back Time m.c

Chapter 8

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Michael's POV

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Just out of curiosity, I had recently begun scrolling through the entries for the charity contest. Some of them were quite impressive, actually. Lots were of the boys and I, and most were inspired by our lyrics. Wherever You Are, Disconnected, and Unpredictable seemed to be popular ones. I guess the fans must seriously miss the fetus days.

After a few minuets of browsing the fan art and seeing the same thing over and over again, I began to get bored and was actually ready to click out of the contest site when a particular drawing caught my eye. Like some of the others, this was a fan art. It featured me in my fetus days with the blonde fringe and all, sitting on the ground with some girl with long brown hair. They were in a sort of bubble that was surrounded by a black cloud. The drawing first caught my eye because it was supposedly inspired by one of my favorite songs, Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots. The lyrics in it's caption were "wish we could turn back time to the good old days," which I thought was quite fitting. This was the first drawing I had looked at that actually made me feel something. Wanting to express to the artist how much I loved it, I decided to leave a comment. Under a fake username of course. I didn't want anyone to now this was the actual Michael Clifford commenting on their drawing. Then they might think they're going to win and be disappointed if they don't After all, the boys and I aren't the ones who will actually be judging the drawings.

Pizza_Monster1995: Great picture! I love this song. I wish I could turn back time as well. More years for alligator pancakes is all I need. ;)

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Lacey's POV

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Alligator pancakes.

Alligator pancakes.

Someone commented on my drawing, my drawing about going back to your childhood, about alligator pancakes. This had to be some type of autocorrect mistake or a giant coincidence or something.

When Michael and I were younger, maybe seventh or eighth grade, we made up this sort of secret language. We'd have code words for certain things so that when when people listened to our conversations, they'd never know exactly what we were talking about. Alligator pancakes. It was our code word for kissing.

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Lacey's Flashback

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"You won't tell Charlotte about this, will you?" Michael said between kisses when we came up for air. 

"Of course not, why would I?" For some reason I was panting. I kissing Michael for the first time had literally taken my breath away.

"Good," he smashed his lips onto mine again and we resumed our steamy make out session. I melted into him and let my instincts take over. After years of silently crushing on Michael, it was nice to not have to hold my feelings in any longer.