KIDS IN LOVE.

another day

*not proof read*

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genevieve sprung up quickly cursing quietly to herself after realising her alarm was infact an alarm and not the beeping of the mario cart game she was playing in her dream. it is currently 6:30 a.m which means genevive overslept. one thing about genevieve is she hates the idea of being late. despite her upbringing, she has always hated the term "african time" (in which if you plan anything with africans, make sure you are ready to see some no shows for a couple of hours). her earliest memories are of her 5th birthday party where she invited all her church friends to come at 12 and none showed up until 4. yes, genevieve could tell time at 5. yes, she did cry very hard thinking that everyone abandoned her.
ever since then she has lived by the motto "if you're not 15 minutes early, you're late."..... well up until today.

she turned groggily to wake the others but soon realized no one was there not to mention her motorola pebl was dead. strange. she could've swore she charged it before sleeping.

"kill me now." she muttered.

she immediately hopped in the shower. deciding to kill two birds with one stone, she brushed her teeth in the shower as the water started to heat up. after what seemed like an eternity of wasting time to genevieve, she was finally fully awake and clean. she realised she hadn't brought any towels which prompted her to sprint her dripping body to her room. she spotted her suitcase oddly placed and rummaged through it only to find ties and sweater vests. shit.

she'd recall the day before on the bau private jet that her and spencer had identical brown kangol 34 inch 4-wheel suitcase. exact same side chippings too from their shared habit of rubbing their pencils on it when they were in deep thought. it was easy to mistake them except hers had a pink unicorn sticker at the bottom, gifted to her by garcia.

"this cannot be happening to me. not today. people are dying cause i don't have my stuff. fuck."

"actually people are dying because the world is sick." her brain retorted. the cool air greeted her still naked body causing her to shiver.

"this is ridiculous." she rummaged around the room looking for the complimentary robes only to find none. her eyes darted at the towel laying on the counter that to her disappointment barely covered her butt. "note to self; don't forget to file a complaint about this room service... actually about this whole damn hotel cause where is the breakfast?"

she was hangry and hungover. the worst two combinations you could see in genevive at one time.

"okay g. just go knock on the door and be like 'hey spence  ithinktherewasamishapandthisisnotmyluggagewhichmeansyouhaveminesandihaveyoursbutitsnoneofourfaultsreally..."

this absolutely sucked. "i look like a damn booty call" she laughed sadly to herself as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror .

"it's now or never." she whispered to herself as she opened the door and sprinted down the long hall pulling luggage while simultaneously pulling down her towel that inevitably rode up.

"girl i totally understand you." an older woman called out.

"excuse me?"

"what a sexy way to surprise your boyfriend. i'm going to try this stranded tourist role-play on my husband as soon as i get back home." she winked.

"wait no. no." genevieve's eyes widened. "we accidentally switched our luggage by mistake. it's a long story. well not really but-"

"you don't have to prove yourself to me." the lady smirked. "have fun while you're young and your legs can be spread wide open." she said before walking to her room.

"spencer! spencer! open up! it's me genevieve. it's cold out here and i'm basically nake-"

in less than a second, genevieve and the luggage was dragged into the room and the door quickly locked behind her.

"genevive are you okay?! did someone take advantage of you?! why are you naked?" the frail boy cheeks turned red at the sight of genevieve's body. his eyes lingered around until he quickly covered his eyes with his hands.

it was real cute sight.

"spence i'm okay and i have a towel so you can open your eyes." she chuckled.

"put this on."

"i never knew you owned hoodies."

"there's a lot you don't know about me."

"there's a lot you don't know about me". she playfully challenged. genevieve turned around while quickly put the hoodie over head.

"alright i'm done." her eyes widened as she saw her hot pink underwear in spencer's hands.

"spencer walter reid! put that down!"

"i know this is definitely not my luggage." he blushed. " but now i know you pack all lacy and bright underwear to gruesome cases." genevieve quickly snatched the pair of underwear from his hands. this was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life. and that was coming from a girl who started college at 10.

"i just work better when i match." she said shyly. she was so happy that her darkskin hid the fact that her cheeks were now heating up.

"actually there's no substantial evidence that sexy undergarments and work ethic correlates, however"

"spence it's 7:00 a.m. we are so late. where is everybody? and why are you already dressed?"

"morgan yelled at me for having an alarm clock instead of using a phone like a 'regular person' so he hid it. also every time morgan and i room together, he plans these elaborate pranks so i always keep an extra change of clothes in my carry on."

"and he didn't wake you?" genevieve questioned while changing her clothes, using the hoodie and towel to cover herself.

"no it's like he just vanished."

"these motherfuckers." genevieve shook her head while jumping to put her jeans on (queen bey).

she took out her phone and immediately called rossi.

"hey rossi! what time are we supposed to meet with the police department today?"

"8:30. why?"

"nothing. thank you! see you soon."

"they planned it." the two said in unison before laughing.

"how do i look? i think i clean up nicely for someone under pressure."

"you look gre-mazing i- you look nice."

"thank you." she smiled warmly.

"hey genevieve?"

"yeah?"

"why didn't you just wear your clothes from the day before?"

"shut up and get me something to eat. i'm starving."

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hey y'all!! sorry for not updating omg! i just finished my junior year of high school and it was so hectic but i'm going to try to be scheduled and release 1-2 chapters (are these chapters??? lol) a week! i have so many ideas for this book i can't wait to for youall  to see the finishing product!