My Name Is Alexander

Chapter 4

Alex's PoV

Well, Macaroni is a real dick in real life. I walk to Dad's classroom as I would prefer to avoid all the questions that are sure to come my way. I never expected to meet him. Well, not like that of course. I thought we'd end up arranging to meet somewhere through Discord. Never expected him to go to my school though. Bet he's throwing a tantrum right now. Just based on his reactions from some previous videos we've done. When we do one later today, he'll probably still be pissed, but he'll never know it's me, Alexander Hamilton, who's Nonstop seventeen-seventy-six. Something I forgot to mention, my voice changes when I'm at school. It's deeper and rougher, more gravelly than my normal voice. My at-home voice is a little higher and less rough. He won't know it was me who beat him unless I do a face reveal on YouTube. And I really don't wanna get swarmed by fans. I let myself in. Dad looks up at me from some papers and a sandwich. "I beat someone in a video game and want to avoid the questions. I can't let anyone know who I am, I don't wanna get swarmed by fans." I mutter, sitting down and pulling my bottle of coffee out of my jacket pocket. He just nods, not asking any questions. I get up and grab a random book from the shelf and sit back down. A book on the American Revolution. Fun. Opening the bottle, I take a sip. Food is for the weak.

"When was the last time you ate son?" Dad asks me gently.

"Five, six days ago. But a human can survive up to three weeks without food as long as they drink water. So I can probably go at least a week and a half without food before dying of starvation. Don't worry." I tell him.

"You still need to eat son. It's not healthy to live off of Redbull and coffee." He reminds me. I roll my eyes.

"Sure. I'll eat in a few days, 'kay? I'm doing a livestream on Saturday, I'll eat then." I compromise. Dad sighs.

"Alright. I wish you would eat sooner, but at least you're eating this week." He glances at the clock. "Lunch will be over in about ten minutes. Just so you know. I love you Alexander."

"I love you too Dad. Thanks for not getting on me too much about this kinda stuff. I know it's not healthy, but I've gotten so used to it by now. Remember what happened last time I tried eating twice in a week?" We share a smile. I threw up that time. "Bet everyone wishes they had a dad as awesome as you."

"Yeah, I'm pretty awesome, aren't I?" He jokes.

"You are. You let me keep a motorcycle I found on the side of a road, let me get tattoos, let me get gauges, support my channel, support me, and deal with all my bullshit." I say sincerely.

"I love you too Alex."

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"Ayo! Livestream time! Whaaaaat? Since when do I do livestreams?" I laugh, two days later. "Alright, I'll wait ten minutes for everybody to get on. This is going to be long I hope. So chat amongst yourselves, get ya questions ready, Imma go grab my stash of Redbull coffee and make sure that my brother knows he's coming on in forty minutes. Brb guys!" I leave my PC on the Minecraft home screen. It's the game I chose for the first part of my livestream because it's not as hardcore as other games, so I can answer questions while paying and beating the shit out of Macaroni. I walk down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing three cans of Redbull and a pot of coffee. I take them back to my room and put them on my desk and walk out to Gilbert's room. I knock on his door and open it. "Yo, you get the honor of being a part of my livestream today." I grin at him. "The fans are super hyped to ask you some questions, you come in in forty minutes. Just making sure you remember. Love ya Gilbert!" I run back into my room and jump into my chair. "Yo I'm back! Five minutes left, I'm going to make sure Macaroni's on." I switch to my other computer and open up Discord. Nonstop_1776: Five minutes, get yo ass on Macaroni