Oh Joy, An Arranged Marriage to a Prepy Rich Boy

Part 1: Just Awesome

No! There is no way I'm getting married. I'm only 17 years old!  

"Mother there is no way I'm going to marry that prep!" I screamed at her. The boy that I have to marry has light blonde hair, green eyes, and medium sized muscles, totally opposite of the guys I hang out with. The boys I hang withy have black hair, skinny jeans and, eyeliner.  

"Ally stop being such a drama queen! He's cute," she said looking at the picture once again. I would never look good with him, I have deep blue eyes, black hair, and all my clothes are band tee's and skinny jeans.  

"Mother! Look at me! There is no way he will ever like me! I'll have to buy all new clothes just to fit in! And mom, I really don't want to change. I don't want to leave LA and move to NYC! What about the band Mom! We were just signed! We were going to make an album!" I screamed at hot tears rolling down my face and screwing up my eyeliner.  

"Honey, lets talk about this in the morning, right now you need to go sleep, our guests are going to be here in the morning," she told me. My mom really wasn't a bad person; my dad was the one who promised his best friend that one of his daughters would marry his son. Oh and it just so happens, that I'm the only girl of a family of four boys.  

"Um, I can't sleep. We have a show down at the club. I'll be home before the "guests" come," I told my mom. I ran up to my room wiped the tears off my face and reapplied my eyeliner, and threw on some clean clothes. I heard a beep in the driveway that must be the guys. I ran down the stairs and out the front door.  

"Hey guys!" I yelled at them as I got in the van. 

"Hey, Ally!" they yelled back at me. The guys were my family outside of my real family. There was Ben, he was crazy hyper, but very loveable. Then there was Aaron, my amazing boyfriend, who was totally pissed about the arranged marriage. Lastly there was Pete, the coolest guy you will ever meet, and he was like a big brother to me, even though I already had four of them.

That night we played the most amazing show. Everyone in the club was cheering, and paying for our drinks.  

"Come on guys, let's go, this is boring," I told the guys.  

"Okay," they answered in unison.  

We drove in silence, everyone thinking about the arranged marriage and me moving to New York City. Finally we pulled up in front of Aaron's house.  

"Hey Aaron, do you mind if I crash at your house tonight?" I asked him 

"Sure, my parents are out of town anyways," I told me. 

"Bye guys!" I said to my friends in the van.  

We quietly walked up to Aaron's front door holding hands. He pushed open the door and we walked to his kitchen. I knew where everything was because I practically grew up in his house when we were younger. 

"Ally," Aaron said. 

"Yeah," I said walking over to him. 

"I love you," Aaron told me; it was the first time he ever said it.  

"I love you too," I told him as he pulled into his arms. I pressed m lips to his and kissed him, we stood like that for a long time. He pulled me into the living room and we laid down on the couch. Quickly falling asleep.  

"CRAP!" I screamed. 

"What...what?" Aaron asked. 

"LOOK AT THE TIME! ITS 10:00 I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AT HOME! OUR GUESTS ARE THERE!"  

"Okay...okay, relax," Aaron told me. I loved a little ways down the street so I decided top walk home. 

"I LOVE YOU!" I yelled to him as I walked out the door. I quickly ran down the street to my house. I quietly opened the door hoping to sneak up to my room. 

"Ally," my mom called me, "come meet our guests," she said in a chipper voice. 

"Coming," I mumbled. I was still wearing the same clothes that I had on last night. I walked into the living room to see a middle aged couple sitting on the couch with a boy my age, the boy from the picture.  

"Where were you young lady?" my father asked in an ice-cold voice.  

"Oh, I was over at Aaron's house. You remember him right, my boyfriend," I said with a grin on my face. I heard a gasp from the couple on the couch.  

"Young lady, you go get changed and shower. NOW," my father told me.  

"Maybe I could call Aaron to help me Dad," I said the grin still plastered on my face.  

"One more word about Aaron and your grounded Allison. NOW GO." My father demanded. I walked up to my room, and then into my bathroom. I wiped all make-up off my face and let the warm water roll down my body. There is no way I'm marrying that little prep in my living room. I got out of the shower and heard a little knock on my door. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked over to the door, "what!" I demanded when I opened it.  

"Um, your parents sent me up to see what's taking you so long," the little prep asked. 

"Listen prep. There is no way in hell that I'm marrying you, so go downstairs and get the fuck out of my house," I told him.  

"My names not prep, it's chase, and I'm not happy about this either so get your ass into some jeans and go downstairs to talk to my parents. You got that?" he demanded. 

"Nobody tells me what to do," I told him as the door slammed shut in his face. I pressed the lock button and walked over to my Bose stereo system and put my Flyleaf cd in. Sorrow came blasting through the speakers. I sang along with the words, as I got dressed. I threw on my favorite skinny jeans, with a skintight Paramore tee shirt and walked down the stairs.  

"Here she is," my mom smiled at me, I scowled back.

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