Lost in Time (A Michael Clifford Fanfiction)

It was all just a blur. I no longer cared about anything or anyone around me. Until.... I met him. The one who completely changed everything.


1. Chapter 1:

Forget About it All

I feel nothing. Nothing, except for pain. Sometimes I wish, I could leave it all behind. I wish I could forget about it all. The only reason I'm still here, is because of my mother. If I left, she would have no one. She would feel the way I feel every minute of every day. I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy.

I'm still here, pushing on day by day. Not feeling anything. The only passion I have, is for my music. I feel like it's the only thing that keeps me alive. If this is what you want to call living.

"What are you writing?" Said a low voice behind me.

"Nothing" I quickly shut my book, to make sure it was clear I didn't want them reading it.

"Mind if I have a look?" He quickly slipped the book out of my hands, before I could even turn around.

"Give that back!"

"I feel nothing. Nothing except for pain? Wow, that's deep"

"Yeah, it's none of your business as well!"

I quickly grabbed my book and ran in the opposite direction. Great, now this complete stranger knows more about me than anyone I know.

"Wait! Please, slow down! I want to apologize!"

It didn't take long for him to catch up. Before I knew it, I was swung around by a slightly firm grip on my elbow.

"Don't touch me, I don't know you!"

This was the first time I was able to look into this boy's eyes. They were absolutely beautiful. Green, but not a normal green. They were like emeralds shining at the bottom of a bright blue sea. I was so mesmerized by his eyes, that I didn't hear a single word that came out of his mouth.

"Wha... What?"

" I said I was sorry. It was wrong of me to just invade your privacy like that. I'm sorry"

"It's fine, just, just leave me alone."

"Wait! I feel like I should make it up to you. You know, to show that I'm truly sorry"

"You don't have to prove anything. It's fine, I'll be fine."

"Well I'm sorry, but fine isn't gonna be good enough. Meet me here at 7:30"


And just like that, he was gone. What am I supposed to do now? Should I come back, or should I forget this whole thing happened? The second option sounds a whole lot better to me.

So I went home and tried to forget it all. I tried, believe me I tried. I just couldn't handle it anymore. I looked up at the clock that now read 7:16. I have to go. I kept telling myself it wasn't worth it, that this was just some random jerk who didn't care about me at all. But I felt a connection earlier today. When I was looking into is eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes. I grabbed my coat, and didn't even bother telling anyone where I was going.

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