Some Assembly Required

Tom and Harley were just two random tourists in Tokyo. Back home, they led very different lives, but none of that really matters when a Japanese game show host forces you into matrimony for the sake of entertainment. Is this cooincidental marriage really all that ties them together? Or,mis there another way they're connected back home that could makes things really messy?


4. listen, i'm saying something important


These words just seemed to tumble out of my mouth, "Well, you can stick around with me. I'll take care of you."


I mean, sure, last night he was a very cute little mess to pick up and carry around. He was so timid and serious about even getting off the train and approaching the bar.

"I don't want to go drink. I'm not eighteen anymore. That just isn't appealing to me."

Please! Who are you kidding?

I got him into the karaoke bare and we were led to this little room. A man dressed as a frog gave us our sake. And I challenged him.

"For each time you say something boring, you have to take a sip."

"Really? A drinking game aimed and goading me into drinking? That's very mature."

I shot him a look. He looked sheepish before taking his first sip.

By the time he finished sipping his first glass of sake, he was finished saying boring things and simply swallowed the second glass as we were talking about our lives back home. He was a history major, he had two younger siblings who were still being raised by his parents. They had a husky dog named Sly. His best friend, Jamie, is the person who brought him here.

I did not expect to actually like the person whom I had accidentally married on live Japanese TV, but he was alright once he stopped trying to act like he was fifty.

Once he was out, he looked so pitiful... His blond hair was a mess, all mushed up on one side. His glasses we crooked on his face. His lower lip just seemed incapable of staying pulled up in doing its part to close his mouth. I managed to lean him against me and kind of force him to walk/drag him to hail a cab. Cabs were damn expensive compared to the subway, but he was heavy.

I brought him to my room and offloaded him onto the sofa. He curled up immediately, tilting his head back so that his chin stuck out. He reminded me of a puppy. I crouched down by his feet and took his shoes off, placing them by the door. Then I took off my own and threw myself in bed.

Then I woke up this morning. I hadn't even noticed him getting into the bed with me during the night. I just curled up and cuddled with him!? What's with that?

So then, when I went and said that I'd take care of him, I knew I'd lost my mind.

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