My Kind Of Guy

Chapter One

A/N

My new Ricky fanfic! I really hope you enjoy this. I'm also gonna try to post a song to each chapter that helped me write it, so make sure you listen to them because it gives the idea of the mood of the scene. Also, with this book I'm writing in present tense because I wanted to challenge myself, so please excuse any errors. Love you all! xxx

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Yet another day of looking for a job. Do you know how hard it is to find one? Nowhere wants me to work for them. If it isn't because of my nose piercing, it's because I don't have great grades. I know I have no chance of doing anything better than shelf stacking in a crappy supermarket in my crappy town. I'm stuck here. Look at me - I'm 25 and still living with my parents, in my childhood bedroom. Forever single, forever searching for a decent job.

I walk downstairs, awaiting the usual speech from my parents. 'You've set your standards too high.' They always say. This is about finding a job and a man. I'm beginning to agree, though. I don't have the grades for a job better than working in a supermarket. And I don't have the looks to find a good-looking man.

Mum turns around as I walk into the kitchen. 'Good, you're up.' She says. She looks more flustered than usual, which is saying something. She is usually stressed out in the morning before she goes off to work. Today, her blonde hair is tied up on top of her head, and she's in her usual work uniform. 'Look, we need to talk.'

Those words together never end well. 'Talk?' I ask, worried. I think those are the words that I fear the most.

'Yeah.' She almost whispers, and sits down, motioning for me to sit with her. She has dark bags hanging from her eyes, so she's obviously been awake all night, which is usual for her. She usually sleeps all the way through the night, and well into the morning. She obviously has something big on her mind.

'One of your uncles has died.' She says.

Suddenly, I feel relieved, which I know isn't how I'm meant to feel, because hey, someone's just died, but all of my uncles don't have anything to do with my family, so it isn't major.

'Okay.' I say, remembering how this conversation always goes. Yes - it's happened to me that many times before. Who knew I could have so many uncles?

'Look, I don't know how to tell you this, but his last dying wish was for you to get married to someone he's picked out for you.'

What. The. Hell?! This is the sort of thing you only read about. He's set me up with an arranged marriage?

'And he didn't want it to be too long after he passed away. Something to do with his beliefs.'

So not only do I have an arranged marriage, it needs to be done soon. 'And you're okay with this?' I ask, annoyed.

Mum nods. 'It's what he wanted. He says the man comes from a great family, and you two would work well together.'

I only work well with Netflix and fictional characters, so I'll like to see where he got that from.

'When is it?' I ask. I know I don't have a way out of this.

'He's coming around today to pick you up. He's only got to sign a few papers.' She says.

Pick me up? So not only am I getting married to a total stranger, I'm going to live with him?! Great, just great.

'Don't I get a choice?' I ask. But I already know the answer. I have to go along with this.

'I'm sorry, honey, but this is how it has to be.' She says. 'Hey, I think he's good looking by the sounds of it.' She smiles, trying to lighten the mood.