Replace Your Heart // Michael Clifford fanfic

Day One.

"Oh god and then I was like 'you don't have change?' and he was all 'no, I just came here' so I took my change out and paid for him and then he had this really weird accent, weirder than yours! Weirder isn't a word but I like the sound of it, hahahha, anyway so like I asked him where he was from and then he told me he's from New Zealand!" She continued with her story that I wasn't really interested in.

"Oh, that's cool," I replied.

"I know, right? Kiara thinks its weird that I meet firangs, I mean foreigners all the time. But its just happened like thrice," she laughed.

"Well, I guess foreigners must have a thing for you..." I didn't know what to reply, she talks a lot. A lot.

"Uhhh, I don't know. Anyway, you want anything else from here?"

"No, I've got almost everything. I think I'm gonna leave," I replied.

"No! You can't! You have to wait for me, I have to shop more," she whined.

"But.... you have to shop, not me" I shrugged.

"Oh god, you're so mean." she frowned.

"Fine, fine, what else do you want? You've literally got the entire store!" I replied.

"This is all social work," she giggled, "there's a wedding in my family, so I decided to shop a little bit, but fire crackers are left, so we have to go to the second floor, and don't worry I have a car, we don't have to carry all of it,"

"Fireworks for weddings?" I looked at her confused, "its not new year yet,"

"What?" She looked at me in disbelief, "do you guys only have fireworks on new years?"

"Well, most of the times..." I trailed off, "not for weddings,"

"WHAT!" She gasped, "YOU DON'T HAVE FIREWORKS FOR WEDDINGS? HARAM!" she said in a dramatic way.

"Do you guys always have fireworks for weddings?" I asked ignoring her Indian slang, she seemed to use a lot of it.
(fun fact: haram is not an Indian slang)

"Yes!" she stared at me again, "not just for weddings, but for everything, like if India wins a cricket match - we have fireworks. For weddings we HAVE to have fireworks, gosh," she rolled her eyes, "then there's this Hindu festival called Diwali where we have fireworks. I literally cannot live without fire crackers, I love igniting them!"

"That's a lot, aren't you like scared?" I looked at her, confused.

"What? no! And these aren't those typical fireworks you have for New Years, these are more dangerous. And there are so many, I'm going to show you, come!" She held me hand and dragged me out of the store with the trolley.

Later, she called her driver and asked him to take all of what we had got to keep it in the car, she turned to me, "I assume you don't have a car?"

I nodded, "no, I'm new here," I reminded her.

"okay, then I'll drop you, yeah?" She smiled at me and I nodded. I mean who would mind a free lift?

"Okay, now lets go to the second floor and get fire crackers!!" She said excitedly.

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"I think we've got enough of them," I tried to get her out of there but she kept adding more and more of them, god knows how many was she gonna buy.

"I guess.... I have like 20 cousins! Plus, so many people are gonna come for the wedding, do you really think its enough?" she turned to me.

"We can get them later, I mean you can go and ask them if its enough," I suggested.

'Hmm," she was thinking, how could she be thinking about fireworks? "I guess you're right, okay lets just do the payment," she smiled.

When we were done paying, we walked towards her car and I really wanted to know know more about her because all I seemed to know was that her name was Alyssa and she liked fireworks.

"So... you have 20 cousins?" I know lame start.

"Yeah," she chuckled, "that's just from my mother's side though," she paused, "actually no, that's not all, I have more than 20 cousins from my mother's side. And I have a lot of cousins from my dad's side, I guess almost 32?"

"What!" I said in a loud pitch, "how do you live with so many people?"

"Are you serious?" She laughed, "I only live with my 20 cousins, I don't know how the others even look like, I will now in the wedding though,"

"But how do you live with 20 people?" I wondered out loud.

"Not just 20, my mom, grandma, grandpa, and their parents, I mean 6 couples too!" she giggled.

"What the fuck..." I trailed off.

"We have this huge bungalow kind of thing you know? So its not like we sleep on each other,"

I laughed, "that seems so interesting."

"You're invited for the wedding, so you can come," she smiled.

"Do you even know anything about me? What if I'm some guy who steals things?" I tried to sound serious.

She laughed very hard, "you're in a band right?"

"You know me?" I gasped.

"Not really, but your concert was held in a place where I wanted to do a silent skit with my team, and then they cut me off for you guys," she shrugged.

"I'm so sorry, our management can be really rude sometimes," I said genuinely.

"No, its okay. I mean I'm over it, I just cursed that something bad happens to all of you and I moved on," she shrugged again.

"I guess your curse worked because I lost my passport and I'm like stuck here alone,"

She looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry, omg I didn't mean it."

I just laughed, "its okay, I guess I'm over it too,"

"But don't worry, you're not alone now," she smiled as we both got in the car.

"You can drop me to um, this place," I opened the notes of my phone and showed it to her.

"Nahhh, first we're going to my house and then I'll take you to one of the best places to eat," she handed my phone back to me.

"Its okay, seriously, you don't have to,"

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you what we're gonna do, so lets go."