Basically Roger being a manmaid, written for fun. Not a mandatory chapter so if you don't have time you don't have to read it.
DISCLAIMER:
don't own RENT
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Roger pushed the kids out of the house early the next morning. He wanted to get the work down quickly.
He turned the second he closed the door and looked at the apartment. It was a mess.
"Damn, I'm turning into a manmaid," he muttered under his breath.
He stared at the dishes in the sink. The trash was full, full of TV dinners and the refrigerator was stacked with leftovers. Usually he didn't give a damn what people thought about him. But right now he did. He knew how those women worked.
If he didn't cook and the apartment looked like crap, they would talk. They would say that Roger Davis, Maureen's husband's best friend needs a woman. He may be gay since he doesn't have a wife, but he does have a ring on. So….he must be married. But he needs a woman….
So we'll get him a woman.
Roger didn't want to be known as that. He was happy the way he was. Well, you know, as happy as a man in his situation can be. He didn't need a woman, he was just fine. Living in the memory of his one true love.
He started to clean the refrigerator out. He took out all the leftovers and noticed that they could make a meal out of them tomorrow night. So he put them all on one tray and found some Christmas wrap and put it over the food. He shoved it back into the refrigerator.
He took the trash out and then started picking everything up…
Then the doorbell rang.
"Coming!" he shouted. He went quickly to the door and opened it.
"Hey," Collins said, shoving his way in.
"Hi."
Collins looked around. "Man, what are you doing?" he asked.
Roger smiled. "Cleaning."
Collins studied him, making sure he wasn't joking. Collins then laughed and shook his head.
"God Roger, don't scare me like that."
I feel bad. I've deprived you people of a good story for like…weeks. Well, things may start to be looking up. This next chapter is gonna be loooong. So, yeah. Almost as long as my legs. xD
