Arranged Marriage to My Boyfriend's Twin?

Allison’s P.O.V

They bought us a house…
Out of all of the things they could have bought us, they bought us a house! I have loads of them! I sure as hell don’t want to live in that. It’s too big. Way too big for two people…unless this is their way of telling me I need to have kids.

Personally, I want children, but I don’t want to have them right now because I hate to break the news to y’all, but I’m only 18, not 28.

I sighed as I paced up and down my room with Mia, Riley and Hannah sitting on my bed “What do I do?! I can’t accept the frigging house!”

Mia shrugged “Why not? Do you want to live here for the rest of your life? I think it’s a good idea, I sure as hell don’t want to live with my parents in law when I get married.”

“It’s not that Mia. Of course I don’t want to live with Carlton’s parents, the thing is I don’t want to live here. I don’t want to live in this house, this state, this country! I miss my home in England.”

Hannah smiled weakly “I know you do sweaty. Don’t worry, I do to.”

“Yeah! But you get to go home, and leave me.”

She smiled “Nope! I’m moving into a flat a few blocks down from your new house after the wedding!”

“Really?!”

Hannah nodded “Yep.”

I smiled “Thank god! But anyway, back to my problem. I fine with living in America even if I am homesick, but I refuse to live in that dang house! It’s a house that screams happy couple with lot’s of kids and money! That is not me and Carlton. No way.”

Riley smiled slightly “You and Carlton will work something out. Even if it’s staying in the house for a month or two then telling his parents you hate the neighbours, or racoons keep breaking into the house, or something like that.”

“Or you could trash the house and come live with me!” Hannah said laughing, and although it sounded like she was joking I knew that she wasn’t.

“Hannah! I can’t trash the house! I’ll just ‘accidently’ spill gasoline on everything and then ‘accidently’ drop a lighter on the gasoline.”

“Good idea!” Hannah said jumping up and down on the bed “And at the same time you could ‘accidently’ trap Christa in the house!”

“Yeah! Her and the vicar.” Riley giggled.

“Oh! And the wedding planner!” Mia added.

And that was it; we were in fits of laughter.

“So what are we doing on Saturday?” Mia asked once we’d all caught out breath

“What do you mean?”

“Dude! We have to have a hen party! It’s your last night of freedom! What are we doing?”

Hannah smiled “Night club!”

“Hell yeah!”

I smiled “But, I don’t want a hang over at my wedding!”

Riley sighed “Then we go tomorrow! Its simple babes! You’ve got three days until your big day; if we go tomorrow night then you’ve still got the day after to relax before the wedding!”

I smiled slightly
Why did I have a bad feeling about this?