Hi. Im Megan. This is my first Fanfic. So it sucks. But hey I tried.

I got inspiration from 'Arranged Marriage To Ian Somerhalder' by NykkiLeighVampireHeart and 'Arranged Marriage To Steven R McQueen' by CharlieFen.

Oh btw. word of warning... Rating might be changed because of 'Caroline'... You'll see what I mean.

You see, when the doorbell rang that gracious Saturday, I was on Facebook, EGoRF to be exact.

I know what you're probably thinking… 'What the hell is EGoRF?' Well you see at school, me and my friends are obsessed. Anything Glee, Harry Potter, Starkid, you name it, we freak over it daily. So in the summer holidays my best friend Meygen got bored and decided to make a group named 'Epic Group of Random Fandom's'.

This group is our outlet. For Caroline, it's a place other than Narnia (tumblr), to share the ins and outs of her mind, which is extremely perverted and trained to only think about sex, gay sex to be precise. For Ginny, it's a place to make us feel inferior with her Ravenclaw style of wit and brains, for Sophie, a place for her random straight-faced, hilarious comments. For Reileigh, a place to get caught up with the latest gossip, and for me, Andy, and my friend Meygen to share our undying love for:

Darren Criss

Chris Colfer

Joey Richter

Brian Holden

Joe Walker

Joe Moses

Rupert Grint

Daniel Radcliffe

Tom Felton

And Bertie Gilbert

So now you know the workings of the group… but I'm rambling off topic. So! Saturday, the group were freaking about how much Bertie looks like a Drarry lovechild. NOT. EVEN. JOKING! And also sounds like one too. (It's cruel really, Mother Nature creating the perfect Drarry love childand making our Drarry shipping hearts flutter with only a thought.*fangirl sigh*.)When the doorbell rang, naturally no-one was home except me and my 2 (hyperactive) dogs, Ruby and Bailey. So after the battle of getting the two English Springer Spaniels to not attack the person/people at the door, I finally got to open it. And I just so happened to die.

At my very own front door, was Bertie freaking Gilbert. Plus his mother of course.

I was greeted by a blinding smile (literally) from Bertie's mum and an eager (and slightly off-putting) "Hello. You must be Andrea". Still I was shell-shocked, stuttering my way through the formalities but I eventually invited my two guests in.

"Is your mum home by any chance?" more eager questioning.

"Um… She's out shopping at the moment but should be back at any second. Would you like to wait?"

After a quick nod I escaped to the kitchen to make drinks snacks and what not.

I couldn't help but overhear the guest's conversation.

Mrs. G – "Well Bertie what do you think?"

A slightly pissed off sounding Bertie- "She seems nice, a bit confused as to why were sitting in her living room. But hey! If were gonna be forced to marry each other, she's got to get used to it right."

Me (thinking) - O.O I swear to God if I heard that right *in the words of Caroline* I'm gonna cut a bitch.

I cautiously made my way into the room almost dropping everything when the dogs ran into my skinny legs after escaping. On reflex Bertie set out to stop the tumbling tower of stuff, succeeding too. Briefly our arms brushed small surges of lightning flickered through us. Unnaturally dark brown eyes met light happy blue… Of course when parents are around these moments are always broken, seeing as my darling mother (note the sarcasm) choose that precise moment to walk through the door in all her 'I love to embarrass the hell out of my children' glory.

Around half an hour later I found myself running to my room and barricading the door. Earlier when I eavesdropped? Yeah you remember? I wasn't hallucinating. Apparently my mum and Bertie's mum were best mates in school and did everything together. But siriusly there's a limit to these things. It's not like when your 4 years old and you meet each other for the first time then suddenly you decide 'when we have children… we should arrange them to be married. It's worked in our families before. So what the hell! " That's a lovely pack and all but you sorta change your mind when you're the daughter being married off to a stranger. I can't believe it. I bet you can't either right? Let me spell it out.

I'm

Stuck

In

An

Arranged

Marriage

To

Bertie

Gilbert.

Well. That was it. The first chapter of this Fanfic. I tell you now that the 'Epic Group of Random Fandoms' does infact exist. It is a closed group. The people are real but names are changed. 'Caroline' is extremely perverted. I mean literally. Most of her posts are infact about gay sex. My character is infact Meygen. And Andrea/Andy does not exist. At all. K so review and critisize or if you will. Byebye for now...