Chapter 3: In Love With You
Why is she like this? Why can’t I understand her? Roger thought as he walked slowly down the hall. For some reason, he did not want to confront Dorothy to get his gloves back. He was down right dreading it. He didn’t get what she would want with his gloves. It’s her fault I didn’t put them on this morning. She was the one distracting me! Roger, deep in his thoughts did not notice something walking directly towards him, or rather, directly at him.
Dorothy’s POV
What will Roger say when I give him his gloves? Will he accuse me of taking them? He accuses me of nearly everything else! Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to put up with him. I just hired him to be my bodyguard, right? I see no reason to use him as that anymore. I think I can take care of myself, and my debt is repaid. Why am I staying here?
And that is when I felt something, or someone run into me…
I looked up just in time to see Roger and I collide. It seems that neither of us were looking where we were going. The collision sent both of us a step backward. "Dorothy… you have my gloves" Roger stated. I looked down in my hands. Yes, of course I had his gloves! Why had I come after him in the first place? You didn’t really want to give him his gloves, a small voice inside of me cried, you wanted to give him something else. Like what? I asked it. The feeling, it screamed in my head, the feeling you’ve hoped he had for you! I felt a draining feeling inside of me. What if I was in love with Roger?! That explained every question I had been pondering about!
"Umm… Dorothy?" I looked up to see Roger frowning down at me," why do you have my gloves?" he asked me. I thought for a moment. " To bring them to you. I was looking for you." I looked into his eyes. " Roger, could you answer me one more question?" That was it. Roger had lost it. " No Dorothy! You’ve asked plenty already!!" he shouted. "Roger, you don’t need to yell," I stated, " I can hear you quite well." Roger’s face was flushed with anger. " Exactly what I mean!!" Roger yelled again. I stood with my face solemn and stared straight at him, into his eyes. Roger continued, "You are always perfect, and yet you don’t get life! Ever wonder why?! It’s because you don’t have a life Dorothy! You were created by a sorrow stricken old man, wanting to recreate his daughter!"
Roger’s POV
Okay, I was a bit hard on her. Oh, who am I kidding? I was hard on her! I am a louse like she says! But she is not the innocent victim here. She is the one that messed up my life! I was fine until she came along! Now what has she done to me? She has turned me into a louse! And wouldn’t you know the first thing she does after I yell at her? Walks to her room. Any human girl would have stood right there and cried her eyes out; and then run to her room. But not Dorothy. And I have to wonder if I really need a regular human girl. Or maybe I don’t have to wonder. Maybe I know.
Dorothy’s POV
What is this feeling that I have? After Roger had that fit, I left the room. No usual smart comebacks. No nothing. In fact, I was compelled to run to my room! I walked instead. Just walked away. Why does Roger bother me so much? It isn’t because he is a man. Norman is a man and he doesn’t bug me. Is it because Roger is special to me?
Roger’s POV
I’m going to apologize, I have to. If I want to keep my sanity.I have to, no matter how rude or angry she gets at me. I am a gentleman(for now any ways ).
End POV’s
Roger knocked on Dorothy’s door. He heard soft footsteps coming to answer the door. Dorothy open the door and saw Roger. She did not say anything. "Well," Roger began nervously, "I guess I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I am sorry that I called you lifeless. Because…I really believe that you are more than that." Dorothy continued to stare at him and was silent. "I suppose," Dorothy finally spoke up, "That I except your apology Roger Smith. I know I have been difficult today." More silence. "Well, I guess we should go and have a late dinner."Roger offered Dorothy his arm. "May I escort you to the dinner table Dorothy?" Roger asked. "Yes you may Roger Smith" Dorothy answered him. And they walked arm in arm to dinner.
Okay, horrible wasn’t it. Ah, well, I have completed my first fic!! I feel special!!*^^* I will write another fic if anyone wants me to. Thank you readers for reviewing!!
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