"So... will you do it?" my uncle asked hopefully.
"Okay." I sighed, leaning back on my bed in defeat.
"Good! I'll call them now!" he exclaimed before running down the stairs to the phone in the kitchen.
Arranged marriages? What do you think?
Arranged baby? What do you think?
I think it's a bunch of crap for people who want to inherit stuff, that's what I think. I know my uncle Jim needed the money. That's the only reason I was doing it. Trust me, I would have had no intention of doing it underage if he hadn't been pestering me nonstop about it for months on end.
And, yeah, you did catch me right... I said underage. I'd just turned fifteen and I was going to get married and have a baby. With a celebrity.
That doesn't sound quite right...does it? I'd not been told who it is except the fact they weren't that old, which was always a plus to hear I guess. He could have been Johnny Depp or something. Actually...would I really have minded that? Anyway...back to the guy it was. They needed publicity and I needed money, so it was a fair deal even though I'd be doing most of the work. Like...carrying a baby and all that shit.
I walked down the stairs scowling and turned to Jim "Who is it? Just tell me!" I begged "And why do I have to be the one to do it? I just don't understand! You could dress up as me with a feather boa or something. That would be believeable! Most people would go to any extent to stop this, not encourage it!" I exclaimed. Then I took a deep breath, my mind calming down.
"I can't tell you. But you're meeting him today and there's a little catch... He said he wouldn't be happy with anyone who's under seventeen, so you're eighteen, okay? You look about..."
"Fifteen. Like I should look." I sighed.
"Well you're playing a eighteen-year-old so that's tough. And none of the stuff that's happened is to be mentioned... If he asks your life story, you make something up. Something good. Okay?"
"What's next? I change my name?" I scoffed, and he was just about to say something but I cut him off. "Don't even think about it. If you make me do that, I'll change it to Hellno Am I Marryingyouthanks. And what time am I meeting him? Where?"
"Well at his managers office at twelve this afternoon." I looked at the time. Half eleven.
"So...uh...are we technically engaged or...?"
"No, he'll take you somewhere to ask you soon. I'm not sure exactly how or where he will but I've got a feeling it'll be quite inventive..." he trailed off, laughing. He seriously found this amusing. I pictured how amusing he would find my foot up his-
"Go and get ready," he demanded.
I rolled my eyes before making my way up the stairs to get changed. Okay... I know Jim would probably have wanted me to dress up or whatever but I had a feeling this guy didn't like the idea of this whole thing either. I put on a red checked shirt, black skinny jeans and red high tops before brushing my hair.
With the lack of time and lack of care I had for this guy, whoever he was, I could not and did not bother to put on makeup and fix my awkward face. Obviously I was going to hate him for what he was doing, so why should I have made an effort? I shouldn't have.
At quarter to twelve I waltzed dramatically down the stairs and Jim made me leave then. It took him about ten minutes to pry me off of the front door and get me into the car. Even in the car I wound the window down and attempted to go all Spiderman and crawl out.
"STOP, DROP, ROLL!" I screamed, making a leap for the window. But Jim closed it with the automatic funky switch thing and my breasts let me down and kept me stuck inside the car. After that, we (sadly) left.
I felt my heartbeat pick up as we pulled up at some offices. What if he hated me? What if I hated him? I would hate him, but what if he found out I hated him? What if I really did start to like him, for real? What if the baby went wrong? What if people found out my real age and we both got arrested? What if-
"Coming?" Jim asked impatiently from outside the car.
I got out and slammed the door behind me. As soon as he turned away, I checked if I hadn't smashed the window. I considered smashing it and making a run but Jim pulled me along and we made our way to floor eight. The building was made completely of glass. Even the floor was glass which creeped me out a bit. Was a glad I wore jeans or what.
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