The Forced Marriage (SHORT STORY)

Packing up

"Mom! Dad!" I said walking into the house and my mom and dad dashed threw the house and tackled me in a hug and questions.

"Where were you?" My mother asked me petting my face.

"My phone died and my charger was in my purse which I lost and I was with... Finley." I said pointing to Finley who was standing in the doorway.

My parents looked back and forth between us and smiled, "oh, well um... okay." My mother pulled my father back and they left to the kitchen but I stopped them.

"Hey! Um, so I was wondering if I could go over to Finley's house... for a few nights?"

My parents smiled ear to ear and nodded walking back into the kitchen.

"Um... okay. Imma go get my clothes and stuff. You can come up if you want." I said walking up the stairs and Finley was right behind me.

I walked over to my closet and tried to think of what size bag to take.

"Just grab a suitcase," Finely said grabbing my green suitcase and then looking at my duffel bag, " and you duffel bag."

"How long am I staying?"

"Your a girl. Girls need this for one night."

"Not really..." I laughed and threw my suitcase onto my bed and unzipped it.

I went over to my dresser and grabbed a few pairs of undergarments. I threw them into the suitcase and went to grab a few pairs of shorts and t-shirts. I threw those into my suitcase. I then got up and went to my closet and got about nine pairs of jeans and about twenty shirts.

I walked out of the closet and seen Finley looking at all the clothes that I had not taken off of the hangers.

"Just in case I don't want to wear something one day."

He nodded his head in understanding.

I threw my clothes beside Finley and asked him to fold them but still keep them on the hanger.

I then walked over to my jewelry and picking from my selection and putting them in a little blue bag and walking over to them and them in my suitcase. I then grabbed my hairspray, straightener, curling iron, and brush and hair pins I put my hairpins in a little box. I sat them into duffel bag. I then went over to my makeup and began to grab all my makeup.

"Why do you need this stuff?" Finley said walking over to me.

"Cause..."

"You don't need it your beautiful the way you are."

"Well thank you but... I do not wear it to impress people."

He laughed at me and walked back over to my bed.

"Do you need any shoes?"

"Yeah" I said walking over and throwing my makeup in my duffel bag. "Can you grab my red, black, and white converse and my white lace sandals?"

"Yeah." He walked to my closet "enough shoes?" He said pointing to all my shoes.

"Nope not quite." I grabbed all my stuff and then remembered my tooth brush and toothpaste and ran to my bathroom and back to Finely who had all the bags at the top of the stairs.

"Ready?" He asked me.

"Freddy."

I walked down the stairs and to my parents who were sitting in the living room my mother on the couch curled up grading papers and my father looking for jobs.

"Hey mom, dad..." They jumped at my voice and smiled. "Well, I'm gonna go now. I love you guys." I said kissing there cheeks and giving them hugs and walking over to Finley and out of the house.

He put my bags in the trunk and got in the car. He sat there not doing anything for a few minutes.

"What?"

He grabbed my hand and smiled at me, "Everybody has an infinity no matter what it may be, some infinities are longer than others and I hope ours is the longest, some infinities are better than others but our infinity is the best, everybody has an infinity but ours is my favorite..."

"Where is that from?"

"Nowhere... Just... My thoughts."

"Oh... Okay."

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

He pulled out of my parents driveway and began to drive to his apartment.

"I don't have any food in my house."

"Well, then we are eating out a lot cause I eat all the time!"

"Yeah... I've realized but your still small."

"The weight will catch up eventually."

"Nah! I think your good!" He laughed patting my stomach.

I have no clue on what to think about this. About my situation. About Finely and me spending the rest of my life with him. I love him and all but... WAIT!? DID I JUST!!! I love him!! I'm in love with Finely Dawson! What do I do now? Is this good? Or will I regret this later on?