The Arranged Marriage (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Melissa's Point Of View

"It's Friday, Friday. Gotta get down on Friday. Everybody's looking forward to the weekend, week-" Stupid alarm! I was sleeping perfectly before you woke me up. I look at the clock and it reads '7:30'.

"Ughhhh! Why do I even have an alarm set? It's not like I have anything to do." I said out loud to myself. Well, I guess I better get up and start my day! Note the sarcasm. I decide to get up, get dressed and head downstairs.

"Good morning sweetie!" My mother said, cheerfully.

"Morning ma." I respond groggily. Then I go stick a couple slices of bread in the toaster.

"Morning Mel! What is my beautiful sixteen year old gonna do on this beautiful Tuesday?" Yep, that's right. I'm sixteen and it's Tuesday and I'm not at school. What a great life I have. Once again, note the sarcasm.

"Hi dad. I don't know. Normally people my age go to school on Tuesdays."

"Well you aren't normal. You're my little genius!" I wish he didn't sound so proud. It makes it so hard to hate being a genius!

"I know. I know. I'm the smartest sixteen year old, already graduated from high school, I'm basically an adult, I should get a job, leave the house and stop being such a nuisance."

"I wasn't going to say that." My father says defensively.

"Sure you weren't dad. You ALWAYS do. I'm only sixteen. Most of the places I would possibly want to work at, I can't. Because they sell alcohol and I can't do anything with alcohol."

"Okay. I think that's enough now. Mel, sweetie, really, you should go get a job. Or maybe some friends. Or a guy. Really, right now I don't care. I just hate seeing you so miserable." If you've already guessed that I have that type of parents that don't care what I do, then you should give yourself a pat on the back. I could go to a party, get drunk, hook up with a random dude, get knocked up and my parents still wouldn't care.

"Mom, we've gone over this so many times. I can't get a good job, I can't get any friends my age and I am definitely not getting a boyfriend. Even if I wanted to, I can't because I don't see any guys my age, because I don't go to school!" I ranted.

My toast is taking forever! Of course then my stupid toast decides to pop. Really toast, really? Couldn't you have popped sooner so I could've saved myself from having that conversation again!

"Stupid toast!" I randomly yelled.

"Now, now, Melly. Yelling at the toast won't make your problems go away." I'd know that voice anywhere. My stupid big brother, James. I'm sure you're wondering why my brother isn't at school or moved out of the house. He graduated last spring, the same time as me, and is waiting for the apartment he bought to finish with the renovations.

"I'm not expecting it to make my problems go away. Right now I'm yelling at the toast for bringing me more problem."

"And what would that be?" I can already tell where this conversation is going. And I'm not liking it. In the end my family will tell me not to blame the toast and to get a life, which will then go back to the conversation I had a few minutes ago with dad.

"It brought you here and I burnt my finger." I complained.

"Well, all of that is true. Maybe next time you should just say ow, instead of making all of us think you're mental." James said jokingly. I'm surprised he didn't bring all of that up.