I'm going with the boys on their tour.
Luke says I can be their Michael.
I don't want to be their Michael, I want them to have their Michael. I want my Michael.
I try not to think of him as I walk onto the plane with my carry-on.
I push up the sleeves of Michael's blue 'Idiot' flannel, taking my seat next to my brother.
The flannel still smells like him.
I blink back tears and look out the window as the plane takes off.
I can hear Mike's voice in my mind. "Go ahead. Move on. I'll still love you."
And I keep this memory and hold onto it.
I put my headphones in, and the world fades away.
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Reject.
FanfictionMichael Clifford has always felt a little bit like a reject. Okay, sometimes A LOT. It's as if nobody ever notices or cares. And a six foot tall boy with neon hair isn't easy to miss. But is the feeling of rejection enough to throw away the feeling...
