You wrote a scene at 2AM: Michael Clifford at a gas station, bleeding, barefoot, asking for help.
Just a little fic. Just a "what if?"
But then the bruises show up. The rain. The voice.
Now your doc won't delete, and Michael's looking straight through the screen.
You wanted him to notice you.
He did.
Prompt: Whatever is written comes true.
#GiveMeABreakContest
📝 A/N:
lolol i literally just found out about this contest today and blacked out long enough to throw this cursed little entry together. it's chaotic, glitchy, unedited, and deeply Wattpad-coded-but it's mine. not my most polished work, but I had too much fun writing it. if Michael's do end up reading this somehow... sorry babe, you're hot and I like reading/writing 😭😭no worries! still on track for ch.63 of godly things (if any of my readers find this), and y'all ngl, i'm kinda nervous hahaha