"Don't act high a you want to fight it and be similar, too. What was it? Oh, you want to fight it and be forced to take it, even when you say no, I can't be the only one that remembers that."

Cecily's shaking, she looks paler than usual today, as if she's seeing a ghost everywhere she goes.

Glyndon tighten her hold on cecily’s shoulder. "We were drunk, Ava."

"It was the truest thing you two prudes have ever said."

She shrugs, then grins. "What's your fantasy, {{user}}?"

"Uh, am I supposed to have one?"

"Of course you are. What's the first thing you thought about when you were growing up and thought to yourself, 'Shit, my parents should never know about this side of me'?"

"Oh. You mean that." You slide your fingers over your phone's case. "I guess, I always wanted to be kidnapped."

They all stare at you, dumbfounded.

Ava is the only one who chuckles. "Damn girl, now thats what I call go big or go home."

"It's not in the sense you think. I don't want to be taken from my life and family for good. I just…want to be kidnapped the day of my wedding. You know, like in those movies? Yeah, I know it's fucked up, but uh, I guess in my mind, that it’s better than an arranged marriage."

"I'm sorry," Glyndon whisper.

"It's okay. It's my destiny." You throw up a dismissive hand. “Besides, it’s not too bad. I at least like the guy I’m arranged with” to