Wish We Could Turn Back Time m.c

Chapter 40

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Michael's POV

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It was Thursday and I was home hanging out with my family, just chilling. The guys said we might all go out later that night, but I was actually taking a nap on my couch when I heard the doorbell ring. When I rolled over and checked my phone for the time, it read 4:00. That was way too early for any of my band mates. I mean, they were all probably still asleep from our destroyed sleep scheduel. I wondered who it could be.

Staggering to the door like a drunk man and my eyes still heavy with sleep, I prayed to God it wasn't Lacey. I knew it wasn't though, because she would've just gotten out of school and I knew she had Jasmine staying at her house so she would've gone straight home to be with her. It was still kind of odd to think that I'd met Lacey's best friend at that concert before I saw Lacey. The world works in mysterious ways. But, if it wasn't the band and it wasn't Lacey, that didn't really leave a whole lot of options. Rubbing my eyes and trying to look as awake as possible when I answered. My first thought was oh shit when I opened the door and was greeted with a shock of blonde hair.

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Al's POV

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Standing outside of what was apparently Michael Clifford's house, I took a few deep breaths and tried to work up the nerve to do this. I knew this guy was older and a hell of a lot bigger than me and I didn't know him so anything could happen, but I just had to talk to him about Lacey. I liked her too much to just let her get away from me again. Listening to Charlotte was a mistake, and I needed to prove to myself and to her that I wouldn't be so naive from now on. I was my own person. I was strong. I could do this.

Ding dong.

I held my breath as I heard the six foot giant (I'm only 5'7) stumble to the door. Was he drunk or something? He opened up the door, rubbing his eyes. Maybe high?

I was already feeling introverted again despite my little confidence boosting session I had on Michael's front porch, so by the time we actually made eye contact and he recognized who I was, I could only manage an awkward "hi." Well this conversation was already going to shit.

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Michael's POV

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"Hi," the small blonde boy said again. This was Ed or something like that, Lacey's friend that the guys kept warning me about. Great. Now they're all gonna say they told me so when I tell them about this.

"Hey," I said back with just as much awkwardness as him. I poked my head outside the door and looked around. "Is Lacey here with you?" I asked hopefully. That would make this so much less weird.

"Uh, no. Just me," He smiled without opening his mouth, then quickly made a straight face again. Good, I didn't want to smile back at him.

"Um, okay..." I moved out of the doorway and gestured for him to come inside my house. We went and sat on the couch together. I haven't had anyone on my couch in so long besides the band, that this was just beyond weird and awkward for me. Why was he here?