I jerk awake because someone is touching me. I quickly look around the unfamiliar room to find Roger staring at me with a pained expression. I place a hand on his cheek.
"I'm fine now that I'm with you again." I tell him with a small smile. He gives me one back and at that moment, my stomach growls.
"Let's go get you something to eat and get you healthy again." Roger says in a cheery tone. He takes my hand and we walk downstairs through the living room and into the kitchen.
Roger pushes the door open and walks in. I see the blonde woman cooking something on the stove.
"Francine, make something for Geneva. She's hungry." Roger demands as he pulls a chair out for me at the table.
"Well, what do you what, dear?" Francine asks me and I shrug my shoulders at her. "Okay I'll make you some pasta. How about that?" She looks over at me before she starts digging into her pantry. I nod my head at her when she pulls out the noodles and sauce. "It'll be done it about ten minutes."
As I sit at the table, I look around. The kitchen is a normal looking kitchen, with your standard cabinets, stove, refrigerator, and a dining table. The room seems very bright with white walls and floor and the sunshine coming from the door window and the windows facing the backyard.
- After lunch -
Roger pulls me to his room again and pushes me onto the bed. He turns around to look at the closet doors. I look at his head in confusion. He changes my eyes in a side glance and sends me a smile. He grabs the closet door handles and pulls them open. I gasp as the closet explodes into the room, filling the room and covers Roger and I in clothes. I break for air in the mass of dresses, shirts, and wigs.
"Oh my god, Roger! Is this what you've been doing while I was gone? Collecting clothes." I exclaim as I try to untangle myself from a pair of stretchy pants.
"No, I have been collecting disguises for us." Roger says standing on the pile of clothes. "And we have to have a disguise for tonight because Stan is having someone over for dinner tonight. Stan wrote an essay and everything for this guy." Roger says looking through clothes. "Grab something nice. Anything you like. It's all yours." Roger says grabbing a white turtleneck and a black leather jacket.
I look around and dig for a bit when I find a dark purple sleeveless dress with a purple belt. I find purple heels to match and I put the wig that I'm wearing into a high ponytail and start to putting clothes back into the closet. Roger comes back into view, wearing the white turtleneck, black leather jacket, dark grey pants, and brown shoes. He put on a mustache and a black wig that is longer than what I am used to seeing on him.
When we have everything put into the closet, Roger pulls me to him and puts on two blue bracelets for each wrist, match earrings and necklace, and he slides my rings back onto my ring finger. He kisses my hand and I pull his face up and kiss him with all that I have.
"I missed you." He says against my lips. "I know but now you have me back." I kiss him again. We pull away and Roger takes my hand. We walk down the stairs to meet the person Stan wrote an essay for.
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This is what Geneva is wearing and at the top is what Roger is wearing.
I am so sorry that this took so long. Life got in the way and I didn't have time to write. I'll try to have the next part as soon as I can! Don't give up hope on me yet!
