Arranged Marriage

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shawn mendes — wednesday, july 21.

"But, mum . . Her?" I said a little too harsh, making Camila widen her eyes.

"What about me, Mr. Perfect?" She snapped, pinching her eyebrows together for an answer. I honestly had no idea what to say.

"What I'm saying is that: I don't want to get married at such a young age! You're like what, twenty-one, twenty-two? Plus, I am terrible at keeping relationships! Let alone, marrying someone. It won't even be formal. How would everything even work?" I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear what they would have to say.

All they ever spoke were lies. Straight lies, edged lies, and truest lies . . "Honey, we have this all figured out." Camila's mom said, trying to reassure me. It didn't work at all. My shoe tapped on the wooden floor repeatedly, making Camila glance at me and raise her eyebrows. "You guys have eleven months until the wedding. You two will move in together next week, and beyond that will be whatever you two decide to do."

"You can't just say we're getting married without a reason!" Camila snapped, rolling her eyes.

"Camila, we know what's best for you mija." Her mother replied, tilting her head.

"No, you obviously don't!" She retorted, standing up from her chair. Her dad tugged on her arm to sit down, and she refused. "I want to marry whoever I want, and I don't need your consent! You can try whatever you'd like to make me like this pig, but it will never work!"

Camila's mother shook her head, sighing as she turned to her husband. "Camila, sit down," he sighed. "you are twenty two! we got married at 19!" He motioned his finger to point between Sinu and himself. "I know that Shawn will treat you with respect, and you two will love each other—maybe not at first, but-"

"Unbelievable." I muttered, thumping my finger purposely on the table.

"Shawn!" My mother replied, gasping. "Go to your room!"

"Camila, join him. Talk to each other, and get to know each other." Sinu said, smiling.

"What typical story," Camila rolled her eyes. "I am not going to go in there with him! Lord knows what he does inside."

I lowered my head, raising my eyebrows. "Lord knows I don't want to do you inside there." I snapped, sighing.

Honestly, I didn't want to do this nonsense fighting anymore. Time passed and they were already gone. My mom scolded me, telling me to go up to my room. I remembered what she said, but the thought shook from my head. I haven't even had that much experience anyways.

I just wanted this to be over.