Kay Isobel Madison
Age: 18
Match: Dylan
Location: Her house
Mood: Suspicious, curious, then surprised
Tagged: Alexander
Calum Thomas Matthews
Age: 19
Match: Catherine
Location: His family's house
Mood: Nervous
Tagged: N/A
It was a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. Calum and his friends had just left the soccer field they usually hung out on when teams weren't playing there, or even practicing. They had practiced the sport a bit, themselves - which they all loved, as they all had actually met when they played on a team together at one point - and were just having a great time. However, it had been getting late, and Cal thought he should go home and study a bit. It was summer, yes, but he was wanting to prepare himself a little bit for the fall, when college would start up. As a result, his friends playfully teased him a bit on the way home. "Nerd," he recalled one of his friends, Michael, saying in a teasing and clearly joking tone. He laughed and rolled his eyes a bit. "Shut up, Mikey," he retorted, his tone matching his friend. Michael laughed and shook his head as he ran a hand through his currently black-dyed hair. "Not a chance," he responded with a smirk as they walked up to Calum's home. "Oi. Anyway, I'll see you guys later," Calum said with a laugh and a wave of the hand. "Bye!" his friends all started to say, somewhat in unison. He waved bye to them and watched as they walked away, all joking with one another and laughing. He smiled a bit as he headed into the house.
He started heading up to his room, only to see his parents sitting in the living room. He just waved a bit at them as he passed, but was abruptly interrupted by someone speaking to him, rather unexpectedly of course. "Calum, sweetie, come here, please," his mother, Joy, said, her tone happy, yet serious. Furrowing his brow, he headed back into the living room. Well, that was unusual - then again, them sitting in the living room like that was a bit...suspicious, he supposed. "Yeah?" he said, genuine curiosity laced through his tone. "We have something important to tell you..." his father, David, began, then looked over at Joy. Calum nodded again, this time slowly and cautiously. "Uh...okay...?" he said, "What is it?" Joy smiled brightly and said, "Well, in about a week..." She allowed her voice to trail off as she looked at David, then back over at Calum. "You're getting married!" she finally continued, as though she had just announced the family would be going on a vacation, or they had won the lottery. Calum blinked, at first thinking this was some joke they were trying to pull. He laughed a bit and shook his head. "Very funny," he chortled, expecting his parents to laugh along with him. "Cal, hon, we're serious..." Joy responded, seriousness in her tone. "Right, and I'm going to be the next president," he responded sarcastically, still laughing a bit, "You guys are funny. Seriously, though, what's going on?" The two adults were dead silent, a serious look in their eyes. As realization that they were serious about this hit him like a brick, his eyes shot wide open. "What?!" he exclaimed, hardly able to believe it. "Isn't it exciting? Catherine's really a lovely girl, you'll just love her!" Joy said with a grin. Catherine? The name was only vaguely familiar to him. "Exciting? Marrying a girl I don't even know? And I don't even hear about it until this late?" he asked, then shook his head a bit. His mother's smile soon faded upon hearing his clearly upset tone. His parents remained silent, as though they were surprised by the reaction. He shook his head after a moment.
After this, he protested and argued with them for quite some time. "So, what? I don't even get a say in this?" Calum finally asked, his tone very angry and bitter, at this point. It wasn't often that his temper got like this, but he was genuinely surprised, and certainly not happy about it. "Everything has already been set up, Calum. You are getting married, and that's that," David responded firmly. Calum shook his head and walked away - he couldn't keep arguing like this. Clearly, it wasn't resolving anything, and there was no way he was getting out of it, from the looks of it.
And now, he was here, on the scheduled day of the wedding, getting dressed and ready. The thought of the conversation between him and his parents the other day still made him mad, and he had to shake his head and free his mind of the thoughts, at the moment. What was this girl like? Would they get along? His thoughts swirled around in his mind and made him dizzy. This was all quite overwhelming, in all honesty...



