I Met A Boy (My forged Wedding Fanfic)

Chapter 2

With my cheeks burning I throw everything down and run out of the store. I feel incredibly stupid. I hear footsteps catching up to me. "Wait!" I hear the man say. I stop and turn around, trying not to look at him.

"Don't be embarrassed. I like a lady who knows how to have a good time," the man says with an even bigger smile than before.

"Great," I mutter and turn on my heel to keep walking.

The man runs around to the other side of me. "Okay, I'm sorry to embarrass you. It was all in good fun. What if I make it up to you over dinner?"

Is this guy for real? "Umm, I already ate," I say. My stomach suddenly growls loudly. Oh God. Not now stomach.

The man bursts out laughing again. "This is why I love foreign women."

Now I'm a little annoyed. "I'm sorry. Are Japanese women immune to stomach growls and other bodily functions?"

"Touché," says the man. "Still you're clearly hungry. Let me buy you something to make up for my jackassery."

To be Japanese he sure has a grasp on the English language and it's odd slangs. I wonder if this guy is a writer, or professor, or something. "Umm, I don't know. You seem nice, but I'm not exactly in a dating place at the moment."

"You don't have to be in a dating place, just a dinner place. I'll take you somewhere fancy."

"No offense, but do I look like I'm prepared to go anywhere fancy."

"What about the hamburger stand over there? We can sit on a bench and eat."

I sigh, "Okay. I guess I could eat."

"By the way, I'm Sakei," he says holding out his hand.

"Sadie," I say grabbing his hand for a shake. He didn't let go. He meant to hold hands, didn't he? I'll just shake it like I'm swinging my arm. Fuck, I sure do set a new record for awkward. Luckily for me he pretends not to notice as he buys the burgers and we head over to a park bench.

"So Sadie," says Sakei, "Tell me about yourself."

"Umm, there's not much to tell really. I don't have a lot going on."

"Now a lovely lady like yourself must have a few mysteries."

I shrug. "I'm not sure what you mean by mysteries."

"I mean you're just dancing around saying you're unemployed. I don't mind that."

What's with this guy? How is he so damn sharp. Now I'm getting annoyed again.

"Well how do you know I'm not someone's wife?"

"Since I just saw you alone, dirty, and looking at sensitive material I assume you're single. If not, I can get in there." he says with a confident shrug.

I feel my face getting hot. Without meaning to I start the word vomit. "Fine, I'm single, unemployed, and tomorrow homeless! You happy?!"

"That's great!" says the man with a huge smile.

Is he fucking kidding. What's with this weirdo? "Well anyway. Thanks for the burger, but I need to be heading back." I stand up, bow, and walk away.

"No I didn't mean it like that," he says walking with me. This guy is like an annoying fly. "I need a fake wife for a little while. You could come live with me."

I stop and look at him hard. "Why the hell would you want a fake wife? Also why would I move in with a stranger I just met? I know Japan is safe, but I still suspect it will end with the NHK publishing a search for my body. So goodbye."

He keeps walking with me. "I know this is odd, but hear me out. I'm a writer."

Of course he is. It explains his grammar and eccentricity.

"I'm writing a screen play from the point of view of a married man. The problem is a playboy such as myself has no idea how to do that."

"You just keep sounding better and better."

"No it's really great for both of us. You get a place to stay. I get to write my screenplay. I pay your expenses until you find a place. It's a win win."

"There is the slight problem of I'm not into living with strangers. Anyway we're at my place now. Thanks for walking me home, but I really need to figure this situation out seriously."

"You have," he says.

Why didn't I leave this guy at the door? Am I half actually considering his offer. Now I'm suddenly aware of ho empty the pace is as the door opens.

"Look you're even all packed," he says. "Come on. Am I worse than the streets?"

"I want some ground rules."

"Okay."

"First, no sex. We aren't married for real, and I barely know you."

"Well aren't you just no fun."

"Second this is just a fake wedding. If we meet people I don't want drama."

"Okay, it's a deal." Sakei shakes my hand in the weird hand holding shake. Of course I couldn't get by with that one. Then he picks up my one suitcase. "Well let's go," he says grinning from ear to ear. I'm definitely going to regret this.