"Uh...yeah I guess not," I said sitting up and, rubbing under my eyes careful not to mess up my perfectly painted wing eyeliner. I looked at the person who had just woke me up. He had black hair combed over his eyebrows. He had tight black skinny jeans with a Beatles shirt on.
"And who are you?" I asked realizing that I had been slowly leaning toward him, I scooted back further on my bed putting some much needed space between us.

''My names Dakota. Dakota Johnson,'' he said taking my hand and pulling me up. "Come on we need to go downstairs, you, me and your parents have some stuff to talk about," he said in an awkward tone pulling me towards the door.

"UGH! NO! NOT HAPPENING! I already told my mom you guys would not be seeing me tonight. No offense but I do not want to met your family." letting go of his warm hand and ran towards my bed tackling my pillow in the process. I wrapped my arms and legs around it holding on for dear life, squeezing my eyes shut.

"To bad, we need to. Correction have to, unless you want to be confused with the rest of your damn life," he said as I heard him walking towards me. I hugged my pillow closer.

"What?" I asked confused. " You know what I don't even care. It's not happening."

''Fine we're going to have to do this the hard way," he said laughing. I felt myself being lifted and my eyes shot open.

"No! Put me down! I hate being carried!" I let out this awful sound in protest and started to thrash while hitting my fists against his back, which only made him fake drop me causing me to let out a gasp. It didn't seem to take him long to carry me to the living room because the next thing I knew I'm being dropped on the couch. I pulled the pillow closest to me into my lap to help hide me on the couch, not happy with the way things were turning out. Dakota just laughed at my obvious discomfort with the situation and sat down a little closer to me than I would have liked. I hugged the pillow tighter to me. I looked around the room and on one of the sitting seats across from us sat my mother still tinkering with her wedding band, an obvious ball of nerves at this point compared to our earlier conversation. I wondered if she had been playing with it the whole time I was upstairs as well. My father was standing behind her with one of his hands gently squeezing her shoulder and the other hand was shoved deep into his pocket, Neither one of them would look at me. My mother is normally so sure of everything it is a little weird to see her like this. Something must be wrong. I haven't seen them like this since Zach. I slightly shoot my head trying to get his image out of my head. Now was not the time nor the place to lose my shit. I physically must have shuddered because the next thing I felt was Dakota's shoulder brush mine. I looked up and I saw that child like grin again as he stared down at me. I quickly looked away again and noticed that there was another couple in the room. The gentlemen was looking extremely tall in his all black suit. His hair was a sandy blonde and he had crystal blue eyes looking similar to Dakota's but a different shade of blue and had quiet a cold look to them. He kept staring at me like I was a piece of meat at the butcher's shop. I sank lower into the couch and I could see the distaste on the man's face.

"Don't worry dear he's not as mean as he looks," a gentle voice chimed in. I looked down to the women that was seated in the chair next to my mother, she had a warm smile to her face. She was definitely had a more welcoming vibe to her than her husband seemed to. Her long platinum blonde hair was curled to perfection, which made me question were Dakota's dark hair had come from. She wear and equally formal outfit. Her dress hit just past her knees and was less modest on the top, it had a deep plunging v-neckline that showed just how full her chest was. Around her neck was a single strand of pears that made her neck look so elegant. Her eyes were such a deep brown they almost looked black in this lighting. "He just wants what is best for Dakota, sit up dear." I heard Dakota let out a grunt under his breath followed by a "yeah right" under his breath as he looked away from his parents as displeased with them as his father seemed to be with me.

"McKenna," my mother started to say but then paused. ''You're getting married," she tried to make it sound like a good thing, a happy thing. My face dropped, this had to be a joke they were all in on because the room was silent after she spoke. I looked at Dakota to see if he had that goof grin again which would have certainly confirmed that this was a joke. He was staring down at his feet now looking as distressed as I felt. A pit started to grow in my stomach.

"No, I'm not." I said burying my face into the pillow, "I'm too young and no one has asked me to marry them therefore I'm not getting married. You're deranged." I felt as though I was the one who was losing their mind at the moment. This had to be a dream, clearly I was still napping in my bed upstairs. I needed to wake up. There was no way this was happening. I just kept shaking my head in disbelief.

I heard her clear her throat, trying to find her stern voice, "McKenna, you're getting married to Dakota." My head shot up almost as if the pillow had bit my nose. I could tell she was serious this time. I let out a disgusted grunt. What the hell?!? Why were....no HOW could they be do this to me? I didn't quite understand why they were doing this. Even if Dakota was cute, I was too young to get married. I was only 16 years old for God's sake! And it seemed like they were expecting me to be happy about it. I felt like a bug under a microscope at this point because everyone in the room was looking at me now. "What the fucking hell?!?" I yelled. Dakota's dad let out an annoyed sign as he pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Dakota's grin seemed to return to his face after my outburst.

"McKenna! No swearing!" my father snap, he was worried about upsetting Dakota 's parents.

"I THINK I KIND OF HAVE THE RIGHT TO CUSS SINCE I JUST GOT TOLD I'M GETTING MARRIED!" I yelled back, if my face wasn't red before I'm it sure was now, I was pissed. They were telling me that I was getting married all matter of factually. They had another thing coming if they thought I was going to do this quietly and willingly. I looked over at Dakota, he was laughing at me. Clearly he thought my outrage about this was hilarious, which was only more irritating. This isn't going to end well, I don't care how good looking he is.

"Not at all young lady, now you get upstairs and pack your things," I could feel the tension rising in the room. So I just got up and left the room headed back to my room and 'pack my things'. Not that I actually planned on doing what he said, I was not getting married. No way in hell. Wait, why was I packing? Where was I going? The words felt like a knife digging deeper into my stomach.

"Wait..." I stopped in my tracks before I reached the top step. "Where am I going anyway?"