Wish We Could Turn Back Time m.c

Chapter 41

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Michael's POV
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The band and I were planning to get together with everyone that Sunday. Since Al and I's little heart to heart on Thursday, I had three days to talk to Lacey about what she wanted.

So, naturally, I waited until Saturday afternoon.

"Hello?" She answered the phone when I finally summoned up the courage to call her. I just needed to get this over with. Rip it off like a bandaid.

"Hey Lace," I hoped my voice didn't sound sad or shaky or anything weird like that. What was I so nervous about? The worst that could happen is that she ends up dating Al and we continue to be friends. That's not so bad, right?

"Hey Michael!" She sounded so happy. I was happy to hear that for once. I haven't known a happy Lacey in a long, long time. "What's up?"

"Um, I kinda need to talk to you in person. Will you meet me over in those woods we used to hang around in? You know, the ones outside of my neighborhood..." My voice trailed off at the end to a weak whisper. She'd probably think I sounded stupid, wanting to go to all our secret little childhood spots.

"You mean like, the 'haunted Indian burial ground' woods? Of course! I haven't been over there in forever!" I smiled to myself. She remembered. "I'll see you in fifteen," I heard a click and then the line went dead as she hung up.

Fifteen minutes. I had fifteen minutes left of hope. Oh boy.
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I didn't even drive my car over to the woods, I just walked. It was that close. Lacey used to ride her bike over here, especially in the summers, and we would pretend like the woods used to be a burial ground for native Americans and that the woods were haunted because of it. I smiled and pictured little Lacey, running through the woods to get away from ghosts and me tripping and falling and yelling after her to leave me behind and save herself, because we would never break character. I miss the times when that stupid game was the only thing we cared about.

Going to our old "spot" on a rotten log under this huge tree, I sat down on the log and thought about what I was going to say. I mean, how do you naturally bring up 'do you want to date me or Al or neither of us?' In a conversation? I didn't have a chance to answer my own question though, because down the path came Lacey, cruising on her bike. And here I thought she would break tradition and take a car.

"Hey!" She gave me a hug as soon as she hopped off the bike. I savored the moment as this might be the last time I even get a hug.

"Hey," I said when we let go. We just stood there for a moment, holding each other's eye contact. Hers were dark blue and they went so well with her long chestnut hair.

"So..." I realized she didn't know what to say just as much as I didn't as she sat down on the log. I was the one that invited her here.

"So," I replied as I grinned and joined her on the log, trying to stay calm.

"I've really missed you all these years, Michael," she says out of nowhere. Oh, jumping right into it I see.

"I've missed you too," I say back for lack of a better response. I simply just stared at some moss on the ground and waited for her to talk. She was better at it anyway.

"Remember the games we used to play here?" she said fondly while looking around.

"Yeah, you would pretend to be some girl named Midnight and I was Slasher and we would pretend to try and kill all the ghosts," I giggled a little. "Which doesn't make any sense being that ghosts are already dead." I looked at her this time when I smiled. She mumbled something.