Young Marriage - Nikki Plotner (i love reading .TXT) 📗

I woke up this morning, overly excited to start my senior year of high school. I was excited to be back to school, where all of my friends are at and away from my parents for the day. I spent the day at school, listening to boring ass teacher say the same thing; like every year on the first day of classes, and even though it was a boring in every class, I was just excited to be away from the drama at my house. Yes, I know every teenager says there house is nothing but drama, but mine is different. My mother died when I was twelve years old and so, my father remarried. She is a really sweet lady, but since my father and she had kids of their own, my brother and I have been thrown to the side. You see, my brother Kevin doesn’t have the trouble to be treated like dirt and ignored at the house, since he went away to college and met a nice young lady himself, but since I am still underage I have to live with it. So, after school was over, I was dreading going back home. I decided to go to the park and sit under a tree, remembering when my parents used to take Kevin and I here when we were younger. I must have sat under that tree for a long time, because the next thing I knew, it was getting dark. I knew I was going to be in big trouble, since I was supposed to be home three hours ago. I rushed to my house and ran inside, hoping I could just make it upstairs to my room before I get noticed. I was just about to go upstairs, when I noticed we had company, so I turned around and looked at the couple that sat in my living room, talking to my father.
“Miranda, where have you been”? My father asked looking worried, but irritated at the same time.
“I, um, I went to the park after school….and kind of lost track of time”. I replied.
“Okay, well come sit down, we need to talk to you”.
I walked over to the couch and sat down.
“Um, excuse me”. This guy’s voice said.
I looked behind me and realized, I was sitting on a boy around my age. I jumped off of him and starred at him, losing my train of thought. All I could think about is why this hot, and I mean hot guy is sitting in my living room. I noticed when he looked up at me, that he had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They were an emerald green-blue color. I shook my head and looked at him again, making sure I was not seeing things. Nope, I definitely just sat on a hot guy, who probably thought I was weird right about now.
“Um, I am so sorry about that”. I said sitting down on the other side of the couch. Making sure, I wasn’t in reach of him.
“Oh it is okay. After all we are getting married”. The young guy said.
I gasped in a breath, when he said married.
“How dare you think I would marry you? I don’t even know you and you are already talking about marriage”. I said irritated.
“You’re a feisty little thing aren’t you”? He said.
“Okay, Okay that’s enough. Miranda we need to talk to you about something”. My father said.
I looked up at my father, who had a look of sadness and relief in his eyes. I got really quite, so he could talk to me about whatever it is that he needed to talk to me about.
“Um, these nice people here did a wonderful thing a long time ago”. Father said.
“Okay, I’m confused”. I said.
“I’ll explain in a minute. First let’s introduce you to them. This is Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore and this is their son Jeremy”.
“Hi, nice to meet you all”. I said.
They said hi back.
“Okay, so like I was saying they have done some wonderful things. You see, when you and your mother got in that car accident and the doctors told me that your mother died and that you will to unless you have kidney transplants, but we had to have the money before you get the transplants”.
“Okay, what does this have to do with anything”? I asked.
“Well, I didn’t have the money and the Salvatore’s heard it over and made a deal with me. So, I took the deal and that was the best thing I could have done at the time, because I couldn’t lose you too, but now it’s kind of a different scenario”.
“What was the deal”?
“You have to marry Jeremy”.
“I what? Are you kidding me, no I am not marrying anyone. I am to young and have so much I want to do in life”.
“That might be so, but you are marrying him next month and you are going back to Florida with them tonight. You are going to do this even if you don’t want to”.
“Fine, whatever. Just don’t expect me to do anything else.
I got up from the couch and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and cried, thinking how my father could do this to me. There was a knock at my door, but I just ignored it. They didn’t go away though, instead they walked into my room and shut the door behind them. I could hear them walking towards me and sit at the edge of my bed. I turned around to see Jeremy sitting on the edge of my bed.
“What do you want”? I asked.
“Checking up on you. Believe me, I know where you are. I don’t want to get married either, but I have to. But, it could be worse”. Jeremy said.
“How can it be worse”? I asked with confusion strictly in my voice.
“You could be ugly, but instead you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve laid eyes on”.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better”.
“No I’m not, but you can think what you want. Now, help me pack some of your things”.
He reached his hands out to me and helped me up off the bed. I grabbed my two suitcases that I have in the bottom of my closet and started throwing clothes in there, not caring if they look neat or not. Once, I had all my clothes packed, I grabbed my toiletry back and went into the bathroom throwing all my hygiene items and personal items in the bag. I grabbed my IPhone from my nightstand and then met Jeremy in the hallway. He took my suitcases downstairs, with me strutting along. I gave my dad a hug goodbye and then walked outside with the Salvatore’s getting into the black limo. Once the limo started moving, I put my headphones in my ears and cranked up the music, while tears streaked my face. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, was Jeremy shaking me awake. I looked at him in puzzlement.
“We are at the hotel for the night”? Jeremy said.
“Why are we at a hotel”?
“It’s a long drive from Colorado to Florida and we can’t be cooped up in the car”.
I shook my head and followed him into the hotel. We rode the elevator up the stairs to the top floor and then walked to the only door on this floor, placing the key card in the slot. Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore were already in the room, when we walked in.
“Hello dear”. Mrs. Salvatore said.
“Hi”.
“You and Jeremy’s room is right there, so why don’t you guys go get some sleep”.
I looked at Jeremy and then at the door, that lead to our room. I am supposed to share a room with him too. I followed Jeremy to the room, not wanting to argue about it. I stopped in my tracks once the door was shut.
“There is only one bed”? I asked confusingly.
“Yes I know. We are going to be sharing a bed for now on anyways, so might as well get used to it”. Jeremy said.
I walked over to the bed and got underneath the covers, as Jeremy did the same.
“You better not do anything”. I said.
“If I was going to do something, you would be begging me”.
“Well that’s not going to happen”. I said turning to face the wall and falling asleep.

“Wake up the both of you. We’re going downstairs to the restaurant to have some breakfast”. Mrs. Salvatore said.
I turned around, but noticed that Jeremy was a lot closer to me than I realized.
“Can you move back over to your side”? I asked irritated.
“Well good morning to you to. I can tell you are not a morning person”. Jeremy said sarcastically.
“Whatever, just move please”.
Jeremy went back over to his side, as I laid on my back stretching my body like a cat. Then I got up and went into the bathroom, washing my face with the soap they had at the hotel. I realized that they had toothbrushes and toothpaste, so I quickly brushed my teeth and straightened up my hair. When I was done, I put my shoes back on and went out to the sitting area in the room, waiting for everyone else to get done. Once, everyone else was done straightening up, we left the room and went to the main lobby, entering the restaurant. The waiter placed us in a booth and gave us our menus, asking us what we would like to drink. I asked for a hot chocolate and a glass of milk, while Jeremy asked for the same. Mr. and Mrs. Salvatore asked for coffee or tea. The waiter left and a couple minutes later came back with our drinks. I looked down at my menu, trying to figure out what I wanted to eat.
“Are you ready to order, or do you need more time”? The waitress asked.
“I think we are ready”. Mr. Salvatore said.
“What can I get you guys then”?
“I will have biscuits and gravy with medium eggs”. Mr. Salvatore said.
“I will like the blueberry crepes, with medium eggs”. Mrs. Salvatore said.
“I want the Belgium waffles with medium eggs”. Jeremy said.
“I want the same”. I said.
“So Belgium Waffles and medium eggs”? The waitress asked.
“Yes, like I said the same”.
The waitress left after writing down our order.
“You could be more polite Miranda”. Mr. Salvatore said.
“I apologize, but if she doesn’t understand then that’s her fault. I shouldn’t have to repeat myself”.
“Don’t worry about it dad, she is not a morning person and look what I get to deal with the rest of my life”. Jeremy said sarcastically.