Replace Your Heart // Michael Clifford fanfic

Day Twenty Four.

The entire week with Alyssa had been fun, of course. We did a lot "Indian" things. That may include eating hell lot of spicy food and acting like brown aunts and eating samosa and dancing to bollywood songs and getting kicked out of a cafè because we did not 'behave' well, cooking Indian food, going to pizza hut and discussing how indianised ((I'm aware that's not a word)) the Italian food was and eating lots and lots of chaat. So basically it involved eating and eating and eating, and blah blah. It had been so good that I almost forgot that my dad wanted to meet Alyssa.

Me and my dad had made a mutual decision of purchasing the land and I somehow did not want to tell it to Alyssa myself. So my dad asked me to call her for dinner and we would break the news together. I was feeling way too guilty about it, but I had to choose one. And unfortunately, I chose my dad.

"Dad wants to meet you," I started.

I was driving Alyssa home from college and my dad had arrived two days back and Alyssa knew about it.

"Why?" she turned to face me.

"He wants to meet my girlfriend?" I chuckled.

"How many times has he met your girlfriends, anyway?" she rolled her eyes.

"How many times I've had a girlfriend?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't want to meet him!" she scowled.

"Why?"

"Because I don't like him,"

"Alyssa, he's my dad," I said sternly.

"Right. He didn't even care about you two weeks back!"

"But we're trying to make things better now!"

"So spare me out of it,"

"You're impossible. Seriously, have you thought about how if he meets you, he'll like you and maybe he'll back off from the land and let you build your school?" I asked.

"I don't want to beg for the land I claimed first from someone like HIM," she replied.

"What do you even know about him?" I yelled.

"That he likes to avoid his child TILL he finds a profit in being nice to you!"

"You know what? Just fuck off. You know absolutely nothing about me and him and you can't just take a jab at him because of he's doing to you!"

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, "When does he want to meet me?"

"Tonight for dinner. But its whatever, you don't even care," I muttered.

"Shut up, I'll be there,"

"Really?" I smiled a little.

"Obviously. I don't anything between me and him ruin your mood," she replied.

"I'm so excited!" I lied, "Its like after ages he's being nice to me and is interested in my life!"

She smiled weakly, "That's really good to hear,"

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

***

"Cmon, Michael! Do it!" she pleaded.

"Seriously? You think a video will make them stop self harming?" I sighed.

"It will help them," she muttered.

"Alyssa, I want to help them and that's why we have charities for them and all of that, but this is stupid. I mean, cmon, if videos of celebrities were supposed to heal everyone then we'd have a pretty healthy world today,"