"Ben, you're bringing your girlfriend to Jacen's wedding, right?" Leia asked, her voice crackling over the phone. She still called him Ben, even after he started going by Kylo Ren.

"Uh, what?" He didn't have a girlfriend.

"You told me three months ago that you'd be bringing your girlfriend." Her tone was somewhat accusing.

"Oh, yeah, right." When Jacen sent out his wedding invitations, his mother had called him, asking about his plus one. Kylo didn't have a girlfriend at the time, but to please Leia, he lied and said that he did. He knew it would come back to haunt him. God fucking damnit. "She'll be there."

"Good. Grandma Padmé's looking forward to meeting her." He could hear the smug smile in his mom's voice.

"And she will." Kylo was panicking internally. Where was he going to get a girlfriend?

"Mhm. Dad says hi. And I have to go now, love you!" She hung up.

Raking a hand through his hair, Ben thought of every single girl that he knew. Not that he knew a lot. But there was only one who would be willing to help him.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

Rey groaned, rolling over. She glanced over at the clock on her nightstand. The LED numbers flashed 9:38 AM. Who the fuck was ringing her doorbell this early? And why wasn't Finn answering the door?

Wrapping her blanket around her shoulders, Rey trudged downstairs to the front door. She looked through the peephole. Kylo Ren, in his usual black leather jacket, stood at her doorstep.

Kylo blinked as the door opened. Rey stood in front of him; still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, part of her blanket curled in her fist.

"Kylo, what the fuck?" She squinted at him, the sunlight too blinding for her eyes. Monday mornings were never good for her.

"Rey, I need you to be my girlfriend." He probably shouldn't have led with that, considering her bleary-eyed state of weariness, but how else would he get her attention?

She paused, wondering if she heard wrong. She could hardly function in the mornings without a cup of coffee. "...what."

"I. Need. You. To be. My. Girlfriend." He repeated slowly.

"I heard you the first time. What, as in, why the fuck are you asking me this at 9 in the morning?" It was too damn early for Rey.

"Look, can I come in? I promise I'll explain everything." He pleaded.

She relented, stepping aside to let Kylo Ren into her house.

It's not that they hated each other. They could be called friends, on a certain level. Even if they were both incredibly competitive with each other during college, vying for his uncle Luke's attention and praise. Luke was their psychology professor.

Kylo sat in one of the armchairs, while Rey shuffled around in the kitchen, the blanket still draped around her shoulders. Beebee, her tabby, walked towards him and nuzzled at his feet. He reached down to gently pet her head.

"Coffee?" She asked.

"No, thanks." He declined. "I already had some."

"Okay, so tell me more about this 'proposal' of yours." She smirked at him. "I'll accept nothing less than a diamond ring and a fancy dinner with Michael Bublé singing."

If he rolled his eyes any further back, they'd be permanently stuck there. "Just sit down and I'll talk."

"Make me."

Kylo looked around. Small potted plants sat by the windowsill. Instead of art pieces, several photographs hung in their place. Rey and Finn were the main subjects, with Poe occasionally appearing in a few. Finn used to hang out with Kylo and his friends, until he met Poe and Rey. Speaking of, where was her roommate?

"Where's your roommate?" Not that he really cared, but he was just curious, considering Finn seemed to be a constant presence at her side.

"Oh, right." She glanced around, before pulling a white sticky note off of the fridge. "According to this, he went out with Poe. Aw, I didn't know you cared."

"I don't. So let's talk about me now." Rey moved over to the sofa, setting a steaming cup of coffee onto the coffee table in front of her. "My cousin Jacen is getting married this Saturday, and I told my mom that I'd bring my girlfriend, which I don't actually have."

"Yeah, wonder why that is." She muttered under her breath. Kylo silenced her with a glare.

"Basically, I just need you to be my girlfriend for the weekend. You'll just have to meet my family, be my date for the wedding, and pretend to be in love with me."

"Yeah, but why me?" Rey tilted her head and looked questioningly at him. "Why should I help you? Why not any of your other girl friends?"

He avoided her inquiring gaze.

"I like you more than most girls I know." He mumbled. "You're tolerable."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" A smile twitched at the corners of her lips. Damn her.

"I like you more than most girls I know." He repeated, louder this time.

"You're gonna have to speak up."

"I like you more than most girls I know!" His booming voice filled the room. Beebee darted away at the increase in volume.

"Aw, I'm flattered." Rey grinned, setting a hand over her heart. "I can't believe I never knew about your true feelings for me."

He barely refrained from rolling his eyes.

He sighed. "So, Rey, will you be my fake girlfriend?" He looked into her eyes.

"Oh, of course I will!" She said, her voice adopting a high pitch.

"But what's in it for me?" Always a catch with her. "I mean, you get to fool your family and you get me pretending to adore you, but what do I get out of it?"

"I'll owe you a favour." Kylo never liked owing anyone anything. But he really needed someone to be his fake girlfriend.

"Deal." Rey stuck her hand out. Rolling his eyes, he firmly grasped her hand and shook it.

"Just try to resist falling in love with me." She winked.

"Your pajamas are irresistible." He nodded to her sleepwear, which had multicoloured cats printed all over them.

"Oh, shit, am I going to have to kiss you?" Her eyes widened. He only smirked in return.