I left Colorado the next day, hoping I would get home early and could rest a day. But my luck ran out, and I was stuck at JFK for the day, because the Maritimes got hit with a snow storm bad enough to close the airport, so I didn't get home until the day I was expected to. And to make things worse, I got a cold which made me sneeze a lot and my whole family was at my parent's house, but that's not even the worst part.
To make this utterly terribly horrifying, my mom drops bomb on me, telling me that I have to marry some random dude in order to carry on a "family tradition". But the part that makes me want to run into Jeanine Matthews and scream "I'M DIVERGENT!" in her face and to slap Four, (which is basically a death wish for those of you who don't know), is the fact that she promised there would be little to no hockey while I was home, yet I have to marry a hockey player.
Nathan MacKinnon to be exact.

"I can't believe you! First you promise that there will be no hockey, then I get stuck at the busiest airport in the entire States for a day, and afterwards, you announce that I have to get married in front of everyone and then you say I have to marry a hockey player! And we're too young to get married! It will ruin both of our reputations, and how do you know that I don't have a boyfriend that I love?!"

"Because it's not in the magazines," she replied.

"Nobody famous really wants the entire world to know about their love life! I would like mine kept secret!" So maybe I had been single since I was 10, but she didn't need to know that. The important thing was that I was proving my point. And besides, I was planning on meeting Niall Horan in a few days, and I was prepared to flirt my ass off. "And what do I have in common with him? He's a hockey player, I'm a singer. The only relation I have to hockey is the fact that everyone in this duckin' family - and yes, duckin' - likes the sport and the fact that most of the singing I do is at NHL games all over North America!"

"I'm sorry, Tessa, but it's final."

"What ever started this dumbass tradition anyways?" I spit out. I was upset because I lost my right to chose someone to love, and when I'm upset it turns into anger and/or sulking.

"I did! That's what." My mother's voiced wavered a little, like she was going to start crying, but she held firm. So firm that I sulked down the hall into my room, where I punched the ever growing dent from past wall beatings and started ranting on Twitter. Then I realized, the whole world could see, so I switched to my private account.
My private account is actually a fan account. No, not of myself, but of every other thing. Mostly books, a little bit of movies here and there, sometimes commenting on idiots called celebrities. I rant a lot, although it's normally because my favourite character died or something, not because of an arranged marriage.
Of course, when I tweeted, I just bitched at my family and the world and the Greek and Roman deities above, not revealing anything about an arranged marriage. They think I'm a seventeen year old from Halifax that loves books and has no time for guys, when the truth is, I'm an eighteen year old originally from Gander, but has lived in Cole Harbour until after I turned 17, where I moved to Los Angeles for a record deal, loves books but has little time to read, and I actually have a huge interest in guys, but I can't date one because of my "fame." When I ended up crying because I mentioned The Fault In Our Stars, I let my phone slide out of my hands and onto my bed, and just moped and sulked on my bed.
I stuck my hand out reach under my pillow, when I felt something hard on my nightstand. I lifted my head to find a book just lying there. The cover was red, and said Veronica Roth. I knew at the top it would say Allegiant. I grasped it with my fingertips and used the force to pull it towards me. I sat up, putting my legs criss-cross apple-sauce (our as my mom says, Indian style, which I think just sounds weird). The inside cover was signed by Veronica Roth herself, with the message "please don't kill me." I didn't know why, so I started reading. I forgot all about my family and my rage until halfway through, when it sounded like my door was being knocked on by a log.

"What do you want?! I'm trying to read!" I exclaimed, frustrated for the lack of peace and quiet.

"We've been knocking for ten minutes, Tessa. We've told you!" My mother's voice was sharp and angry, and a little hoarse. She was probably yelling.

"I was reading!" My mom sighed. She does that a lot.

"Nathan is here. We'd like you to meet him."

"No," I said. "Besides, I've already met him."

"Yeah, so what's his middle name?" She thought she was so smart, trying to pull the question card. But I'm the master of sassing, and no one can beat me. Except maybe someone from BBCan, but those bitches are crazy.

"I said met, not stalked!" I quipped. I could tell she dropped her smirk when she started beating down my door.

"Tessa Grace Lancaster you get out here this instant!" My mom yelled.

"In a minute, Sharon!" I always called my mom by her first name. I don't know why. I just did. It's funny when I call to her; I sound like Ozzy Osborne.

"Now, Tessa, or I will take away your book!" And for once, I put down a book and went to the outernet, the place away from books and internet. I sulked out of my room and slammed the door, just to act like a moody teenager. I followed my mom out to the kitchen, where a a woman and a man were sharing coffee with my dad and a kid was running around, chasing my dog.

"Where is everyone?" My family took forever to leave some times, but I never fully got to greet them.

"They left an hour ago. You were sitting in your room for quite some time. Now, Tessa, I would like you to meet Kathy MacKinnon, Nathan's mom."

"Aunty, aunty! It's Tessa Lancaster! Can I have her autograph?" The little girl was full of energy, and ran around her aunt's legs.

"Why don't you ask her yourself, Rosie?"

"Can I have your autograph?" Rosie asked in a small voice. I squatted in front of her to be closer to her. My mom handed me a pen and paper, so I scribbled my name quickly and handed it to her. She smiled wide and hugged me. I smiled back and wrapped my arms around her.

When I stood up, I asked, "So where's Nathan?"

"He's just gone out to get fix the car, it broke down in the middle of the driveway. I'm Kathy, by the way."

"Tessa."

"His sister, Sarah, is sorry she couldn't make it. She's stuck babysitting for her friend. And that's Graham, my husband, and this is Rosie, of course. We're watching her for the weekend."

We started talking, Kathy, my mom, Rosie and I. Mostly about my career, Nathan's career, and about Rosie's imaginary friends. I learned quite a bit about Nathan from his mom, especially some embarrassing stories I can use for blackmail, or tell his team. When the coffee got cold and the sky turned dark, Nathan sauntered in while being nipped at by our dog, K-9. (It's a tribute to Doctor Who. My parents love that show, and so do I.)

"Stop it! Down!" I ordered our Jack Russel. He whimpered but stopped anyways. I picked up his favourite chew toy, a squeaky rubber chicken, and threw it down the stairs. He scampered off, leaving only the sound of his nails on hardwood.

"Hi," I greeted Nathan.

"Long time no see, eh?"

"What has it been? Like, two days? Such a long time!" That's all I say out loud, but inside all I can think is 'if I can see those abs once a week, we'll get alone fine' and 'oh dear gods I think I'm in love'. But in the back of my head, like Hades is hiding behing Aphrodite, all I can think is, 'will this even work?'

Notes

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