Featuring Me: A 5 Seconds Of Summer Fanficton

Chapter 14

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day. Jack knocked on my door, asked if I wanted to hit the movies and see if we could go to a matinee, but I told him I wasn't feeling good. He must have passed this news to Dad, because around six, he came knocking.

"Alyssa?" he called as I laid stoic in my bed, trying to pretend that I didn't exist. "Open up. It's your father."

I slowly got up from the bed, my movements lethargic and stiff. I made my way to the door, taking my time to avoid possible social interaction. I could brush off Jack - he wasn't about to go away, that was for sure - but my dad was another thing entirely. Ignore him and he'll think I'm depressed and possibly suicidal. Of course, he has reasons to worry about that, but it didn't matter right now. All that mattered was trying to convince Dad that A) I was fine and that B) this dinner with my mother was going to be a total wreck.

I opened the door an inch and peered out at my Dad. He squinted at me, confused.

"Alyssa? Let me in. I need to talk to you," he said affirmatively, pushing the door and letting himself in. He walked past me and observed my room.

"Are you okay? Did I wake you from a nap?" asked Dad, referring to the messed up bed sheets.

"No," I replied, all the life sucked out of me. This day was nearly over time-wise, but not at all close to being done by my standards.

Dad glanced at me from the corner of his eye, and then shrugged.

"I know you're upset about this meeting with your mother, but you just need to push her away gently and let her know that you don't want to live with her," Dad advised softly, reaching over and patting me on the shoulder.

"I know," I sighed, looking away and at my feet. "I know."

"Just act normal, pretend like you're glad to see her, and be polite. Don't get mad at her or offended; you know how she's like," said Dad gently.

"Dad, I know. I just think this is a bad idea," I said, looking up at him pleadingly. "Please please please can I not go?"

Begging didn't affect Dad at all.

"No, Alyssa. If you don't, she'll do some crazy interview that could ruin even 5 Seconds of Summer's reputation, and you don't want that, do you?" he said warningly.

I thought of Luke and Ashton and how passionate they were about what they did. I thought of all the fans that already hated my guts. I thought of how much they would hate me even more if Mom did an interview. I shuddered inwardly at the thought.

"Okay," I finally said, sighing and flopping onto my bed. "When is the dinner?"

Dad checked his watch.

"I made reservations for you at seven-thirty, so I'd get ready if I were you," he advised.

I nodded absentmindedly, and Dad peered at me again.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked gently, sitting down next to me. He touched my shoulder. I jerked suddenly at the touch. "Did something happen?"

I wasn't about to go telling Dad about the Calum incident. It wouldn't just be awkward, it'd cause a whole mess for Dad to clean up. I shrugged.

"I'm just tired," I mumbled. "Really tired."

Dad got up and looked down at me for a couple of seconds before shrugging and walking over to the door.

"Whatever you say. If you don't want to talk to me, you can always call Jessica. She's still in the states at the moment, so you won't get any international call fees if you want to talk to her," said Dad, smiling softly.