Clichéd Story of all Clichés (NaNoWriMo 2012)

6. Congratulations is far from the word I would use.

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-Congratulations is far from the word I would use-

“What congratulations?” Scaco just looked at his dad's outstretched hand.

“Well, son, you're getting married.” His dad nodded his head with a large grin on his face, his hand still held out to him.

Scaco just laughed. “No, I'm not,” he corrected him. “Where did you hear that?” he wondered with a hint of a smile left on his face. He figured it probably had to do with Nick and a prank of his.

“We didn't hear it anywhere. We're telling you, right now,” his dad informed him while letting his hand fall to rest on his desk since Scaco had yet to take it.

“What are talking about? I'm not getting married,” he assured both his mom and dad. “Did Nick tell you that, or maybe Coca? Because if they did, they were just messing with you,” Scaco told them and held his hands up, palms out to them, trying to convince them.

“I'm not even dating anyone. I wouldn't be stupid enough to tie myself down with someone for the rest of my life,” he promised them, while laughing at the mere thought of it, adding, “especially not when I'm still in high school,” to drive the promise home.

“I can't even decide if I like a jacket enough to keep it on the rest of the day. I definitely wouldn't pick a girl to spend my life with.” Scaco couldn't believe that his parents really thought he was going to get married. It's like they didn't know him at all.

“No, son, I think you misunderstood,” his dad interrupted his rant. “We weren't told by anyone of your upcoming nuptials.” His dad had a hint of humor on his face when he said that. “Your mother and I are telling you about them.” His dad tried to gesture with his hands to get the point across.

“That's what I'm saying though.” Scaco let out an annoyed huff of air when his dad still didn't seem to get the picture. “There aren't any 'upcoming nuptials',” he stated slowly. “I'm not getting married, and I don't have a fiancé.” He was trying to say it as clearly and succinctly as possible.

“Ah, but you are, and you do,” his father corrected him.

“No, I'm pretty sure I would remember asking someone to marry me,” Scaco replied sarcastically, feeling frustrated and annoyed with his dad's ignorance.

“That wasn't necessary, and it won't be. Your mother and I have already arranged the whole thing,” his father assured him.

“'Arranged the whole thing?'” Scaco whispered, more to himself, trying to figure out what his dad was talking about. “Arranged what thing?” he asked his father directly.

“Well, your marriage, of course,” his father stated bluntly. “I thought you understood. That's what we've been talking about.” A frustrated look began growing on his father's face.

“You,” Scaco paused, trying to wrap his head around the concept and pointed at his parents, “arranged my marriage?” he finished while pointing to himself then bringing his hand up to scratch his head because he just couldn't understand what his father was telling him, exactly.

“Well, we don't like to look at it as that,” his mother chimed in with a placating smile on her face. “We didn't really arrange it. We just set it up and helped make plans for it to happen,” she clarified, keeping that creepy smile on her face that she's had since he got home.

“You just said you arranged it.” He quickly corrected while pointing to his dad. “You just said that when you were explaining it to me.” Scaco looked at them with disbelief on his face. “You're arranging a marriage for me?” he whispered in outrage. “Is this some kind of joke?” he asked in irritated disbelief, throwing his hands into the air.