The Best Christmas Ever (Michael Jackson Fanfic)

The Best Christmas Ever.... Or Is It?

Michael's POV/ Narration
December 25, 1988: 7:50am
As we all walked to the living room, we sat on the couch and Alex and Michelle sat by the Christmas waiting to open their presents. Michelle then ran to María and sat on her lap.
Alex: "Can we open presents now Daddy?"
Michael: "Of course", I said walking over to him, kneeling down, and picking up a present. "Now who's this for? Oh look it's for you Alex! It's from Uncle Alexander", I said handing him the present.
Alex: "Really?", he said taking the present from me and unwrapping it. Then his smile faded away when he finally opened up the box. "Who-- Who's this?"
Michael: "it's a Donald Duck, Alex. He's your favorite character"
Alex: "Thank you uncle..... But-- but I didn't want a Donald! I wanted Mickey!", he said throwing the Donald at me.
María: "Alex, we don't throw things at people"
Alexander: "Alex, I'm sorry but the toy store was all out of Mickeys. Your Dad told me you liked Donald Duck too"
Alex: "I like Mickey more! I don't love you anymore Daddy!", he yelled and ran upstairs to his room. It felt like my heart just broke, I then got up and walked to the door.
Michael: "Well, um... I'm going to step out for a while"
María: "Michael, you okay?"
Michael: "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine", I said as I walked outside and closed the door behind me.
María's POV/ Narration:
Alexander: "I'm going to go and talk to Alex. You want me to put Michelle down for her nap?", he said as he got up. I looked at Michelle on my lap and saw she had fallen asleep. I carried her in my arms and handed her to Alexander.
María: "I'm going to go check on Michael"
Alexander: "Go ahead. I'll take care of Alex, I'll talk to him"
María: "Alright. Thanks Alex", I said as I walked outside and closed the door. I walked to the front of the house and saw Michael wasn't there, then I walked to the backward and remembered his favorite place; 'The Giving Tree' So I walked over there and looked up and sure enough there he was, looking up at he clouds.
María: "Michael? You okay?"
Michael: "N--N--No", he said coming down and starting cry. He then sat underneath the tree.
María: "Ohh, come here baby", I said sitting next to him and hugging him tightly."It's okay. Alex didn't mean that"
Michael: "Y--Yes he did. H--he doesn't love me anymore", he said through his tears.
María: "Michael..... I don't think Alex meant that. The kids love you very much", I smiled.
Michael: "It sure sounded like he meant it"
María: "He's just upset. He's only 3 you know"
Michael: "Yeah, I know", he said, his voice breaking.
María: "Come on, don't cry baby", I said wiping his tears away.
Then he sat up and leaned back. Just then Alexander came out, walking towards us.
Alexander: "Hey, you okay Mike?", he said sitting in front of us.
Michael: "Yeah", he smiled.
María: "How's Alex doing?"
Alexander: "He's still pretty upset. He doesn't want to talk to me or anyone. He just locked himself in his room...... It's all my fault"
Michael: "Ohh, I feel so rotten", he said putting his hands to his face.
María: "Alex, it's not your fault and Michael, it's not your fault either. It's no ones fault. Christmas is not about the presents, it's about spending time with the people we love and care about"
Alexander: "That's true but what about Alex?"
María: "He's just upset. Just give him some space, he'll calm down"
Alexander: "Well, alright"
We all didn't say much, we stayed silent for a moment then Michael saw someone coming through the door. It was my Father walking towards us.
Father: "¡Aquí están! (Here you are!) Yo estaba buscando por todas partes para ustedes (I was looking all over for you guys) ........ ¿Qué les pasa? What's wrong?", he said walking towards us and sitting next to Alex.
Alexander: "You want to know everything that happen this morning or just what happen when we were opening presents?", he laughed.
Father: "Chistoso", he chuckled. "María, what happen?"
María: "Well, as we were opening presents, Alex opened up his and didn't like what he got and had a tantrum, threw his toy at Michael and ran upstairs to his room"
Alexander: "I apologized for not getting his favorite toy, they were all out"
Michael: "And he also said he didn't......... Love me anymore", he said as he put his head on my shoulder and started to cry.
María: "It's okay Michael", I whispered to him as I put my arm around him.
Father: "Wow. What a morning"
Alexander: "Yeah, I tried talking to Alex but he locked himself in his room. He won't talk to me"
María: "How about we all go back inside and talk in there"
We all got up and walked inside. We walked to the living room and sat on the couch; with Michael sitting next me.