To me this story is a bit out there. The days of arranged marriages, although they still happen, apparently happened by accident in this story. Anyway, I decided that it was a bit unrealistic to stick with. I could be wrong, your reviews could make me continue this story.

Story Name: Farm Girl ( Changing it to something else if I finish it)

Created: 1/19-21/2011

My father, a salesman, my mother, a homemaker, and my sister and I were the only family we had. Just the four of us, no extended family, no distant cousins or relatives, nothing. So my parents decided at my birth that they needed a plan to carry on their family line. Cheesy, corny old stuff right? Well my parents were great neighbors to the Russo family. At the time there was only Justin, he was around three years old when my mother and father met them, and they've decided then and there that he'd be too old for me. Funny how things work out. So before I was even born, my mother and father created a notarized letter stating that each others next baby was some how betrothed to the other. It should have said, the next baby boy or girl, or something along those lines, but it didn't. Alex was born first, and don't mistake her name for a guy's, yes her name is Alex, Alexandria to be exact. And then I was born just months apart, and I too was a girl, heck, I STILL am. Now two girls getting betrothed to one another was a sure fire way to destroy the family line. As I grew, so did Alex, and the Russo's never had another child. Four years later my sister was born, Ginger, and yes, she's a redhead. Now our families were in a dilemma, someone had to marry someone, and Alex and I were betrothed to one another, legally. Years into the future, when I'm seventeen years old, and so is Alex. We sit on my parents farm on the picnic table that's set up, and that's where the story begins I suppose.

I take a deep breath, a bowl of cherries to my left, strawberries to my right, and Alex sitting across from me. Her eyes are focused on mine. I wish I could tell her to stop looking at me, but awkwardly enough, the both of us are bound to one another.

"What?" I ask, shaking my head as she reached for a cherry. She let her hand linger in the bowl before she lifted a few up, tossing them all at me at once.

"Ha," she smirked.

"That's real mature." I crossed my arms. The sun was beaming down harshly as Alex stood. Finally I'd have time to myself if she'd just leave. But of course, being who she was, she strolled over to my end of the table and sat with her back against the thing, while she faced me. My legs were under the table cloth, hers were facing outwards away from it.

"Lets go horseback riding."

"No," I shook my head as she leaned into me. Her lips came into mine un-expectantly as I hit her arm, shoving her hard before standing up. She was on the ground getting ready to lunge at me, while I on the other hand was appalled, how dare she touch me?

"Stop it." I yelled.

"I'm aloud to kiss you."

"No you aren't, you freak." I scoffed, making my way towards the stable as I heard rushing feet. Before I had a chance to turn around I met the ground almost with my face. I had sheer speed at placing my hands in front first.

"We're both the freaks my darling."

"Ugh, I HATE YOU!" As I stood I could see my mother looking out towards us from the back porch. Her and my dad were barbecuing that day for Alex's family, which I didn't get.

"Mitchie, come inside." My mom yelled as I walked up to Alex, she was still smiling at me.

"Really, I hate you." I said, shaking my head as she shrugged. "I really, really hate you." And with that I made it towards the house as Alex followed. The one thing I hated about her, she'd use anything to stay close to me, as if she actually wanted this entire arranged marriage to happen. I stood at the base of the steps with my arms crossed, my mom starring down at me.

"Mitchie what's wrong?" She asked as Alex stepped to my side.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Alex repeated.

"Mom, I can't do this anymore, she's driving me crazy," I gritted my teeth as my mom sighed, facing my dad who I couldn't see.

"That boy called again today," my dad spoke up as I squeaked, walking inside. He was sitting against another picnic table on the porch, usually used to only hold food.

"So what did he say?" I bit my bottom lip, almost on my toes in anticipation.

"It doesn't matter."

"Why not? Dad!" I stumped my foot walking inside the house searching for the phone. I hadn't noticed Alex was still following me until I reached for the phone and she snatched it away.

"Why are you even talking to Shane?"

"I don't know, maybe because unlike you, I actually like to date." I took the phone back, redialing the boy.

"Well, you're not even suppose to be dating." She began picking and eating at a bowl of grapes on my mom's counter. I sighed, as Shane answered.

"Hello?" He asked from the other end.

"Hey Shane, its Mitchie."

"Oh hey, I called to see if you wanted me to stop by." I faced Alex once he said that, she was still staring at me. My heart was on a race against the clock.

"Yeah, come by, I'll talk to you then, bye." I hung up the phone as Alex rose her eyebrow.

"He's coming here?"

"Yes." I nodded before she walked over to me.

"Why?"

"Because he can."

"If I say he can't come over he can't."

"And who are you?"

"Mitchie, lets not play this game, okay." She brushed her fingers through my hair as I swatted her hand away.

"Just leave me alone." I made it upstairs into my room, closing the door before I laid against my bed. I liked Shane, a lot, but there was no way my parents would let me date him. Now you'd think our parents would agree to end the arranged marriage right? Well they did a few years ago but Alex disagreed to it. And now, it hasn't changed, and so we're still legally bound to the other. My door creaked open as I sat up against the headboard.

"What do you want?" I whined as Alex closed the door behind her. She made it over to the curtains, pulling them shut as I watched her. "What are you doing?" I asked. Then she made it back to the room door, locking it. I stood on my knees on the bed. "Get out."

"Calm down, I'm getting in the pool."

"Well change somewhere else." I sat on the back of my legs, watching her as she began pulling her shirt off. "Alex stop!" I covered my eyes, trying not to see the girl. "You annoy me so much."

"Really?" A whisper shot in my ear and I screamed before spotting her in her swimsuit to my left.

"Stupid!" I frowned, holding onto my chest as I sat against the headboard, she climbed onto the bed after me. "Get out now." I told her, wondering why my parents obviously was ignoring my screams. All she did was sit across from me, before she grabbed my hand. "Stop."

"Mitchie calm down."

"No, let me go." I tried to pull my hand away but she made me touch her thigh. "Please stop."

"Shush."

"Stop harassing me!" I finally pulled my hand away, trying to move off the bed before she gripped my wrists and she pushed me down against the bed.

"Mitchie I'm not going to hurt you."

"Then get off of me." She straddled me, staring down at me before she pressed her lips into mine. I admit every time she kissed me she did it gently, but I still didn't want to do it. Once she pulled back, her hands letting me go I scratched her. It was really random when my fingers met her wrist, but it happened.

"Did you just scratch me?" She focused on her arm as I pushed up on her.

"Please get off." Her fingers brushed my leg, under my skirt as she climbed off the bed, and made it to the door.

"Consider this war." And with those words she left the room.