How Cliché
Summary: Sydney agrees to go with Rose and Lissa to take a break from her over controlling father who broke the news to her about getting married. She's in her final year of RN school and has secured her a position in the most promising hospitals amongst the New England States. Everything was going according to plan (her father's plan) until she woke up next to a handsome stranger and a goregous wedding ring! Adrian is the party boy that never grows up, he specializes in women, drinking, and parties. His family sat him down for an intervention and meeting his new future Nina. Adrian is outraged by his father arranging a married that he had no idea about and acts on an implusive decision: Las Vegas. The last thing he wanted was to wake up to a beautiful yet picture perfect woman as his wife. Now they struggle to spend their entire Spring Break to fix one drunken night. Will these two grow close or will the part ways at the end of the week and never look back?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to Richelle Mead. I own this story plot. I do not own Last Name by Carrie Underwood, that's where the idea came from. Enjoy!
A/N: I have not giving up on my other story I have writer's block. I am working on my InuYasha fanfic just taking it slower since i have this and I'm reading a lot of books for fun :)
Chapter 1: Confusion
'Man I feel like I've been hit by a truck.' I groan at the massive headache pounding on my skull. I will never EVER going to drink again. Why did I let Rose talk me into drinking?
"Sydney," my father's voice doom into my cellphone. I sigh silently knowing that I'm about to go into a long lecture of how worthless I am to him. "Yes, sir?" I answer levelly. "I have good news for you." He pauses "I have arrange a marriage for you once you finish college. The man that you'll be marrying is one of the top doctors in America." He pauses again letting the information sink in. "This marriage will benefit the family and give a great honor to the family. Once you are done this semester is over, you'll be coming home to meet this young man. So don't screw up in the meantime." The line went silent.
That's when Rose suggest that we go to Vega for Spring Break. When she found out about my arranged marriage, she and Lissa thought it would be fun to drag me along in one of their escapade of fun. Now with this awful headache I wish I stuck with water or a diet Coke because I'm definitely regretting this. 'Think Sydney, think!' my mind shouts at me. That's when I realize, my bed is really comfortable which is strange since we got an extremely cheap hotel room for the week so we can have extra cash to spend on souvenir, shopping, food, and alcohol (at least the other two do), So I'm in a bed that's not mine, panic surges through me, and that's when I realize the heaviness across my lower back. Finally opening my eyes to regret that immediately because of the intense sunlight shining in the room making me flinch and groan again in pain. Hangovers are the worst. A shift in the bed made me hyperaware of the bedmate that I have inquire from the previous night. The weight on my back left but the weight in the bed didn't ease up. I took that as a good sign. I slowly peeled back the sheet that was covering my body, I glance down to found that I'm in my undergarments that's at least a sign that intercourse may not have went on but you can't be too careful.
I look around the room to spot my navy blue dress lying over a chair and my black wedges sitting beside it. I sigh in relief. I walk over there to see my clutch purse sitting on the table, when I reach for it with my left hand to notice something shining on my ring finger. That's when I scream, "Huh? What's going on?" my unnamed bedmate asks in panic. I silently cursed myself for screaming out loud, I quiet down said to turn to see a pair of green eyes staring at me in confusion. I notice the sheet are pool at his lap giving me a view of his bare chest. I bite my lip to keep from screaming again. His dark hair is tussle from sleep and running a hand threw his hair. "What in the hell are you screaming for? I thought you was being murdered." He snaps sarcastically. I glare at him, despite how handsome he looks, "Excuse me?" I asks placing my hands on my hips forgetting about my lack of clothing, blushing as his green, emerald I decided, eyes darken with lust at seeing my practically naked body. Seeing the way his expression turn from confused to lust driven me to turn back around to slip back into my forgotten dress in my moment of being frantic from the surprise that rest on my hand.
I went to retrieve my purse again to see a piece of paper underneath it. I pick it up to see what is was to find out that it's a marriage certificate! "Oh my goodness." I gasp dropping the paper like it was on fire to back away from the table clutching my purse to my chests. "What?" the man asks me. The sheets ruffle around and a soft thump hit the floor signaling that he got out of bed to come check out what I found. He picks up the paper and scans over it with his green eyes. I notice that he's only shirtless that confirm my thoughts about engaging into intercourse while under the influence and I could breathe a little easily about that. "A marriage certificate? Like in tying the knot?" he asks clearly unamused by this. "What else would it mean?" I snap. The man turns to face me "I'm certain this isn't some Carrie Underwood song but real life. So how the hell did I end up marrying you?" his words hurt me. I have no idea why they did. "You're not charmer yourself." I mutter trying to hide the hurt in my voice.
I rub my forehead trying to think what happen to get to this part. I remember drinking with Rose (bad idea), we were at a night club (another bad idea), and after that things went fuzzy. I know that I gotten married to a man I have never meet this handsome man. "Why would you marry a stranger?" I asks him. He looks up from having his face in his palm to give me an unreadable expression "You really don't remember?" he asks me, "I'm still unclear on how the whole marriage thing went down but if you're worried about the honeymoon, Blondie, that didn't happen. You got sick and said you couldn't breathe in that dress. I helped you out of it then you went to sleep. I guess I followed suit since I don't remember falling asleep." He said the last part to himself. I sigh in relief at the conformation about not sleeping with some stranger.
"My name isn't Blondie." I point out. "I guess it's best we introduce each other since we're husband and wife." His snarky comment follows. "I don't like this any more than you do. We need to piece things together starting at where we got married at. Now formalities are long gone since we, um, slept together." Blushes "but not like that! So get that smirk off your face. Anyways, I'm Sydney Sage." I finish feeling relieve and a bit better now that my headache has dull out. The man looks at his hand then to me, he runs his hand through his hair in defeat "Adrian Ivashkov." He announces, "I'm sure you've heard of me?" he asks smirking at me. I groan 'How more cliché can this get?' I thought sourly. "I need to meet up with my friends so they know I'm not dead." I told him walking towards the door. He quickly opens it giving a mock bow to allow me to be the first one out. 'This is going to be a long day and longer week.' I mentally smack myself.
"It started off "hey cutie, where you from?"
And then it turned into "oh no! what have I done?"
And I don't even know my last name"
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