Replace Your Heart // Michael Clifford fanfic

Day Six.

It was 3 am and I couldn't sleep at all, I only kept thinking how I said all of those really mean things to Alyssa, and the fact that she was just in the next room sucked even more because I did not know if I should go to her or not. I did not know if I truly regretted what I said or not. For a fact, I knew it was mean and rude, but I was also really mad at how she only cared about some asshole who did that to her than being polite towards me. I would call Ashton but it was early morning in Indonesia and I wasn't too sure that he was awake, I instead logged into twitter and planned on stalking Alyssa because I knew we'd be alright very soon and I needed something to embarrass her.

@sykedswift: So funny when people "save" your "life" but forget asking you if you're even okay lol

I did not understand her, did she even give me a chance to ask her anything? Instead she was on about how I was crazy. I thought it would be better to just go and talk it out before this little thing would get worse, I stepped out of the bed and walked out of the room. I looked out if anyone is out before sneaking into her room, there were too many of her relatives staying over, and I did not want a huge drama about what am I doing in her room at 3 am.

I knocked on her door which was open, and she was sitting with her head buried in her hands. She looked up at me and glared, "what?" she asked.

"Stop glaring at me, it doesn't scare me," I shrugged.

"K," she replied.

"What's up with you?" I asked her, still standing on her door.

"Why are you here at 3AM? I could be sleeping," she asked me, instead of answering.

"I knew you weren't asleep," I casually replied.

"Right," she snapped at me, "come in, now? Or do you want to stand there the entire night?"

"I wouldn't mind standing here and looking at your beautiful face," I shrugged.

"Whatever," she replied, uninterested.

"Uh," I sighed as I entered her room and shut the door behind me, "look, I want to talk to you," I continued as I sat on her bed, opposite to her.

"Yeah?" she bit her lower lip, "about what?"

"You very well know," I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry,"

"I don't, actually?" she simply replied. I knew what she was doing. She was making me say what I am sorry about, something I really hate doing. Something I really hate that people do.

"I'm sorry I said all of that," I mumbled.

"All of what?" she questioned again.

"Why are you doing this?!" I replied, agitated, "you very well know about it, accept my goddamn apology!"

"Wow, that's how you apologize?" she mocked me.

"At least I have the decency to apologize!"

"Why should I even say a sorry?" she got up from her bed swalked towards the window.

"Really? Oh yes, right!" I stood up and stood next to her, "why should you be?"

"Michael..." she sighed, "I don't like violence,"

"I don't like it, either," I justified, "but what he did was wrong and I don't know how else I would react to it,"

"Okay," she replied.

"Why are you shutting me out because of a little thing?" I asked her, in an annoyed tone.

"I'm not shutting you out," she muttered.