A.N. It took so long to write this chapter. I may never finish this story, which is okay with me since I have the whole story memorized, it's just really hard to put it down on paper. I'm trying though! And this one is short, but Roger, just like I did, has some explaining to do. Enjoy!

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Chapter 5

Dirty Underwear

It had been several weeks since there date, and Anita was quite jittery. Roger had not called her, as he said he would, nor had he stopped by. In all of this time Anita had went through a range of emotions, anger and sadness, mostly. She had even sucked up the nerve to ask her father, who replied that Roger had not been at work for sometime, and had stopped coming without warning.

On this day, Anita was doing her normal routine, with her father at work, and her mother and siblings out shopping, Anita had time to clean, dust and polish every inch of their tiny house. She had baked a new batch of the chocolate chip cookies Jimmy loved so much, and planned a big meal for their supper. When she had finally finished with every chore she could imagine she attempted to read one of her favorite books, but she just couldn't sit still.

A sudden noise caught her attention, the sound of a sports car coming up the tiny road. Intrigued, considering that sports cars did not travel up their road, no one in this neighborhood could afford anything like that, she stood suddenly. Peering out one of the living room windows, Anita spotted a shiny black convertible coming up the road. Right before her eyes it dodged a large pot hole and slid to a stop in front of their house.

Without thinking she darted into the kitchen, ducking behind the door frame. Within a few moments a timid knock sounded on their front door, and a familiar call sounded. "Anita?" Roger asked, "Anita, I know you're home!"

Eyes closed, she straightened up, and then glanced sideways into the living room. She smoothed out her skirt, and patted her hair. She gathered all of her courage and reentered the room. Trying not to act to nervous, she unlocked the peeling door, but her mouth was glued shut.

"Anita!" he said excitedly, "I thought you might not answer the door."

She opened her mouth stupidly but still could not manage a sound. She nodded her head instead.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I haven't called, but it's outrageously expensive to make calls from France. I just got home twenty minutes ago, and I came straight here."

"F-France?" she finally stammered. "Why were you in France?"

"Father had a conference. He's introducing a new line of baby dolls, the "Hailie Doll." He forced me to come for practice."

"Oh… Of course, of course. Would you like to come in?"

"Is your father home? Or your mother?"

"No, they're all out today, but come on in, please. I made cookies and a fresh batch of lemonade."

Roger stepped into the house, even pausing to kick off his shoes into the corner. He made no sound, but followed her into the kitchen, trying desperately not to focus on her swaying walk. "What have you been doing?"

"Cleaning, cooking, the usual. Did you do anything nice in France?"

"No, not really. Father had meeting after meeting to attend, and dinners and charities, and even a ball," he said, like this was a normal, daily routine, and, Anita remembered, it probably was, "but last time we went to the Eiffel Tower, and the Louvre. Mom's a bit of an art fanatic."

Anita smiled softly and placed the plate of cookies and the glasses down on the table. "My, that does sound lovely. I've always wanted to go to Europe. There are so many new things just across the ocean."

"I don't like it so much really. I'd rather be up on a farm somewhere, surrounded by nature."

She laughed softly; her smiled growing wider, "Coveralls and tractors?"

"The whole lot. Can you imagine?"

"I'm trying not too, really," she laughed.

For a while that's how they sat, laughing and talking about the future, they discussed their plans, careers, every detail. And by the end of it all they realized just how much they had in common, and just how far this might go.

"So, are you up for it?"

"Being your maid? You can't be serious."

"Come on, Nita. It would be a great way to earn money for college. I'll write a wonderful recommendation for you someday. Tell them just how amazing you are."

"Just for washing your underwear?"

This time he didn't answer, but gave her the strangest of looks. His deep brown eyes seemed to pour into her soul, and she just couldn't resist him. "Sure, fine, whatever!"

You would have thought someone had given him the greatest gift in the world. His bright, white smile entranced her, making her grin like an idiot, and after the second it took to scribble out a note, they had disappeared out the front door, down the walk, and into the sleek black car.

A.N. I have to say that this piece was kind of inspired by my friends. They're both idiots that I care about dearly, and they have the biggest soft spot for each other. Roger's personality is some what similar to one of my friends, and I couldn't help but think of him when writing Roger's puppy-dog face. Lol