Part Three

My plan may be on the lame side, but it might just work. Robbie, however, has been in his room for a while as I sit impatiently on the orange chair. He told me to wait while he dug in his closet for the perfect costume. Apparently none of the ones on display were good enough. He won't tell me, but I'm positive Robbie is excited to have an accomplice for the day.

"Enough," I notice it has been a half hour. I stand up and make my way towards his bedroom. The door is cracked. I remember lying on his bed, noticing how red his cheeks became before he kissed me. I wish I could bust open the door and confess my love to him. This Robbie doesn't know anything that happened in my future. He has no idea how much I want him to hold me. Even seeing half-alive-dream-Robbie wasn't as real as this. I am in his house, untouched by debris, untouched by death.

I knock lightly on the door. "Robbie?"

"Oh, come in, I can't find it." He sounds frustrated.

I have dry mouth and my stomach is on fire, for Robbie has no shirt on.

He is shuffling through piles of clothes in his closet. I know Robbie is thin, but still built well. His shoulder blades alone describe how strong he must be. How I long to scratch his back as he makes me wriggle in ecstasy. I violently shake my head. I can't think like this with fate in my face.

"Here it is!" Robbie puts on a white button-up to go with his black pants. He turns to face me and picks up a long-tailed black jacket.

"Uhn." Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I made an indecipherable sound. Is it ok if I leave, take a cold shower, and come back? I didn't think so either.

With a final accessory, Robbie looks like a magician.

"Now it's just you, Pinky." His serious voice tickles my ears. I snap back to reality and see some glittery material on his bed. He adds, "It came with this one, as a couples disguise. I wasn't going to throw it away since I spent the money on this set. I will understand if you want to dress in something else. But on Betty Crocker, I swear this disguise will fool even Sportapoop."

He leaves the room and closes the door. I pick up the glittery leotard and laugh. It is gold, has white ruffles on the bum, and comes with clip-in bunny ears. Great, Robbie is the next Hugh Hefner. It's a small, so it fits, but snuggly around my contours. I'm fit, but I can't deny that my womanly parts have grown over the years. This always made shopping hard. Luckily, Robbie has a mirror on his closet door. I look myself over and ignore how much cleavage I'm really showing. I clip in the bunny ears and make sure I appear more cute than slutty. This outfit is alright, but I wouldn't wear it in front of children.

"Stephanie," Robbie uses my first name as I leave his room. "Do you think this will really work? I've never known you to be mischievous, so I suppose my nerves are a bit off-kilter. Sportakook will never suspect-"

No words are spoken. I rub my arm anxiously waiting Robbie's approval. I am mortified being this vulnerable and flashy in front of him. His dark gaze zig-zags down my body and back up. His lips are parted slightly. I gulp hard, hoping the silence will move out. Did he always see me with such wanting eyes, or was it only when I fell unconscious and helpless in his arms? This gaze is so deep, so hot, so overwhelming. I nearly topple over from weak knees.

"Shall we go?" I ask. My voice is small, innocent.

Robbie rubs his palms on his pant legs. "Uh, yes. Let us go and cause chaos. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I've never been surer of anything in my life."

Naturally Robbie leads the way up and out his underground home. My legs itch from skin-toned tights as I climb out into the open air. I am surprised that the sun is so low already. Robbie reaches his hand out on the ground to help me off the last step. I am in golden flats, but they are still hard to move around in on uneven surfaces. I'm not used to such girly appearances. I feel like I have walked out of a Barbie Factory.

Now in the hot summer air, I can inhale and exhale easier than in Robbie's home. Perhaps my brain cannot wrap itself around this time-travel thing yet. I am curious to see how things turn out, if I can get back to my time or not. If I alter this past, I will have to start from scratch with Robbie. It's not too much of a setback with such a sexy outfit, though. I do have a good head start. With a satisfied feeling, I begin to walk side-by-side with Robbie away from his billboard. As long as he stays alive in the end, I will be happy.