We're married?!

An eletrocuting meeting

Chapter 2

Michelangelo was still smiling at us, apparently not at all freaked out about what he just said. I was and it was clear from the way Duncan was shuffling awkwardly, he was too.

"You can't just announce that you want us to be your human lab rats," I snapped. The blonde blinked uncertainly. "Why?"

Why he asks.

"Because it's wrong!"

"Is it?"

"Oh my go- forget it."

Duncan tentatively raised his hand. I looked at him. He looked sheepish as he asked, "Out of curiosity, what made you decide to choose us?"

"I always liked the thought of you two getting married."

I gawped. Seriously, what the hell man?

"Well keep dreaming coz I'm not agreeing to this!" I snarled, spinning around.

"Fine...but at least lemme give you guys the gift I was going to give you for agreeing with my idea," he sighed.

Suspiciously, I turned around. "Why? We're not agreeing with you."

"Yeah but I don't wanna have to carry it home," he answered.

"Gee thanks," mumbled Duncan. Michelangelo grinned broadly. "Hold out your hands."

Duncan stuck out his hand. I glared violently at him but did the same. Michelangelo made a show of rummaging around in his pockets before pulling out a box. He opened it and took out something. I frowned. He slipped the box back into his pocket. He took Duncan's hand and stuck something on his finger. I saw it was a ring and instantly snapped my hand back. I wasn't quick enough.

"What gives?!" I yelped pulling my hand away and staring at the ring. It sparkled. I started tugging at it.

"It won't come off. I got it from a wizard," he said smugly.

"More like a discount store in China Town," grunted Duncan, trying to yank his own ring off.

I gave up trying to pull it and glared at Michelangelo. "You are seriously messed up!" He shrugged as if to say, think nothing of it.

"How do we get this thing off?" demanded Duncan, dropping the niceties for the first time since I've met him.

"It'll fall off in two weeks, when I'm done with my study," replied the blonde.

I ran a hand through my hair in frustration and looked annoyed. Stupid therapist!

"Hmph," I snorted.

"It'll be fun pretending to be married, I promise," he said. Duncan looked annoyed and asked, rudely and with no regard for my feelings, "What the heck makes you think I wanna be married to HIM?!" He stabbed his finger in my direction. I felt hurt.

"What's wrong with me?" I demanded. Duncan looked at me in vague annoyance before snapping, "I don't like you!"

Not even as a friend?!

"Except as a friend."

Weird how he does that.

Michelangelo smirked and said, "Well, quite frankly it doesn't matter what you like anymore. You're married."

I scowled at the ring. I blame it for this. The blonde flipped his long hair and laughed, "Oh yeah, funny story. I almost forgot to tell you that you have to act like a married couple all the time. That means living together, eating together and ..." He trailed off and wiggled his eyebrows at us. We stared blankly back.

He sighed and continued, "If you guys don't act like a couple I'll come back with even longer lasting rings!"

I grinned despite the seriousness of the situation. Not longer lasting rings. Oh the humanity!

I stifled my laughter. Michelangelo looked smug and said joyfully, "If you liked that idea then you'll love this one! You guys need to kiss at least once a day!"

"NO!" Duncan and I screamed in unison. Ugh, kiss Duncan? I'd rather pet a cat.

I'm allergic to fur by the way. Get really sick and all that.

"Chillax, not on the lips. On the nose as least. Not the cheek, hand or any place but the nose and lower."

"I hate you," I growled at him. Michelangelo bit his lip and smiled dotingly at us.

"Aww, I'll be keeping constant tabs on you guys so expect random calls. Have fun!" he sang as he skipped backwards (of all things) out of the house.

I turned to Duncan in horror. He avoided my gaze. I forced a nervous laugh and said, "We don't really have to do that stuff. I mean, how will he know?"

"Video camera in the ring," came Michelangelo's sing-song voice. I cringed.

"As well as a shocking and tracking device. Want me to test it out?"

"No thanks," said Duncan quickly. Me, I figured that the shocking couldn't be that bad.

"Sure," I said with a shrug.

In a moment I was regretting that decision as I was laying on the floor feeling terrible and electrocuted.

"I told you. Now will you guys help me with my study?" asked the now getting annoying voice of Duncan's mental therapist.

"Yep," I groaned weakly. Duncan nodded.

"Awesome! We'll start with something easy. It's the night after your honeymoon. Go crazy!"

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Third in a little while