Tyler had lived a relatively quiet life up until this point. College didn't really impress him, yeah, basketball, pretty cheerleaders, medals, fame...He was pretty good at sports, his dad always encouraged him to do it.

But...music was something else. A pleasant distraction where he could let out all his emotions: screaming throughout the basement of his parents' house and hitting the keys of his piano with all his might. Yes, that's what he needed.

After 2 and a half years, college it still hadn't gotten under his skin, so he was fully prepared to drop out.

Although life does not always turn out the way we want. It all happened so fast, before Tyler could even blink, everything came crashing down. His parents' jobs as teachers weren't enough to feed four almost adult mouths: Tyler, Zach, Jay, and Maddie (Tyler's younger siblings). So it was much quicker in Tyler's perspective to continue college and finally stop messing around.

Less than six months later, money became much tighter. Tyler tried to help with anything he could, but eventually his parents took extreme measures.*

Tyler's parents needed money, yours — popularity. The decision was not long in coming. Some sportsman guy for his precious model-child — that would do, according to your father.

"Arranged marriage" the words rang in Tyler's ears as he sat in front of what seemed like the most beautiful person in the world, wearing one of his finest shirts. Either his collar was choking him, or all these events were piling up on him at once.

The two of you sat in silence, your parents leaving you to "get acquainted" while they sorted through tons of papers and contracts.

"Uh..."

He blinked, unable to look away, swallowing. He certainly hadn't expected to get married at 21. This isn't real, right..?