Reconciliation attempts
It had been about a month since Shrek had caught the love of his life kissing his father. He was still miffed plenty at his father, but he still talked to him only because he wanted his father to get the wedding plans going. Fiona would be 17 in a few days, and he thought if somehow, seeing she would be 17, they could move the wedding up. He didn't want to lose her. He was afraid when she turned 18, she would being an adult would leave him, and strike out on her own. If that happened, he wouldn't be able to stop her, and then he wouldn't care what the Ogrids did to him, or his father curse his hide. Thinking of his father kissing Fiona still infuriated him. If he didn't need him, he so would cut him out of his life. He knew the Ogrids would only deal with Barthus in this matter as it was protocol, because he signed the contract.
For the past month Fiona had avoided him. If he tried to initiate even the most smallest of small talk his attempts went ignored. She spent most of her time out with that stupid donkey and dragon or inside holding and talking to P.u.s.s This would make Shrek angry. I get it, he would think to himself. You hate my guts. Ok, I got the message, but for crying out loud would it kill her to at least acknowledge his existence?
Finally after seeing her mope around as if the world was going to end, and feeling sorry for herself he couldn't take it anymore.
One morning without even getting dressed he went to find Fiona. He was going to put a stop to this. He walked into the computer room. As he entered she got up from the computer. Bitterly he thought ,she was getting up to leave the room so she wouldn't have to deal with him.
Shrek hiding his irritation the best he could: Fiona? Please don't go.
Fion had been hurting so bad, hating Shrek and wishing she could be rid of him. She wanted to leave, but where could she go? Even if she could find some place besides Moonlight Falls, as she found out the hard way that the people in town didn't like her kind, she had no money so she couldn't leave anyhow. She might not be able to be with Barthus, but truthfully she wanted to be near him. At least if she stayed here, she could see him once in a while, and maybe her dream of being with him would somehow come true. She dreamed about how one day he would sweep her into his arms, and take her away. How often she had dreamed of this. She sighed. What was the use of dreams? They never turned out like they did in the movies. If life was like the movies, Shrek and her would have fallen in love, had kids and lived happily ever. She let out a bitter snort. Yeah, like that would ever happen. She smiled cynically to herself. Not that she wanted it to mind you.
Shrek saw the scornful look of bitterness on her face.
Shrek: Look Fiona, I know things haven't been easy for either one of us, but I was hoping that we could maybe call a truce?
Fiona: Shrek....
Shrek interrupting: Before you say anything just listen to me. I want to say that I um.... all of a sudden Shrek seeing Fiona looking at him was at a loss for words. What could he say to reach her? She was looking at him like he was some loathsome bug to be squished. Did she really hate him that much? No! It couldn't be. She was just hurting right now, and she couldn't see how she needed him. Once she saw that, he was sure she would realize that she was in love with him as well. He just had to be patient.
Shrek: What I wanted to say was since it is your birthday in a couple of days, maybe if you would like, we could get away somewhere just you and me.
Fiona shocked realizing for the first time he was in his underwear was more appalled at the suggestion than she otherwise would have been.
Shrek mistaking her look and silence as encouragement continued eagerly: I mean you could pick the place, any place at all and we could you know just like start over and get to really know each other. I know I would like that a lot, he added softly.
Fiona thinking: What a pervert he was! He actually thought he could get her away to seduce her into his bed?
Fiona: You filthy, filthy beast! Get me away, romance me, and get me into your bed so that I will have no choice but to marry you; is that the plan you and your father cooked up? Well you two are a pair. Poor innocent little Fiona, just take her on vacation, throw her a few crumbs of kindness, feed her some lines of romantic slop, and she will throw herself at you, isn't that the way it goes Shrek?
Shrek startled at her vehemence: No! No, Fiona! You got to believe me! I never had any....
Fiona snorting: So tell me then Shrek, if that isn't the plan, then why are you standing here in front of me in your underwear? Hmmmm Shrek? Why?
Shrek not knowing how to defend himself against her bitterness sputtered: You got it all wrong Fiona. I meant no offense, I just wanted.....
Fiona: I know what you wanted, and you can forget it!
Fiona spitting out each word like a curse in her anger: I - will- not- love -you! I-will-not- be - your- plaything! Now go back to your daddy, and tell him to rip up that contract, because, I sure as h $#% -won't marry -you! With that she brushed past Shrek purposely hard knocking him off balance, and flounced out of the room.
Shrek stood there with his mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe how angry she was. He shook his head. He knew that they had their issues since she moved in, but honestly he couldn't understand her hostility. After all he had tried to be understanding, in spite of her attitude. Geesh! Women! Who could figure them out? He tried to bend over backwards and this is the thanks he got? Well fine! Let her stew in her own juices then. If she wanted to apologize he would be willing to listen, but he would be darned if he would approach her again. This time she would have to come to him!
For the past month Fiona had avoided him. If he tried to initiate even the most smallest of small talk his attempts went ignored. She spent most of her time out with that stupid donkey and dragon or inside holding and talking to P.u.s.s This would make Shrek angry. I get it, he would think to himself. You hate my guts. Ok, I got the message, but for crying out loud would it kill her to at least acknowledge his existence?
Finally after seeing her mope around as if the world was going to end, and feeling sorry for herself he couldn't take it anymore.
One morning without even getting dressed he went to find Fiona. He was going to put a stop to this. He walked into the computer room. As he entered she got up from the computer. Bitterly he thought ,she was getting up to leave the room so she wouldn't have to deal with him.
Shrek hiding his irritation the best he could: Fiona? Please don't go.
Fion had been hurting so bad, hating Shrek and wishing she could be rid of him. She wanted to leave, but where could she go? Even if she could find some place besides Moonlight Falls, as she found out the hard way that the people in town didn't like her kind, she had no money so she couldn't leave anyhow. She might not be able to be with Barthus, but truthfully she wanted to be near him. At least if she stayed here, she could see him once in a while, and maybe her dream of being with him would somehow come true. She dreamed about how one day he would sweep her into his arms, and take her away. How often she had dreamed of this. She sighed. What was the use of dreams? They never turned out like they did in the movies. If life was like the movies, Shrek and her would have fallen in love, had kids and lived happily ever. She let out a bitter snort. Yeah, like that would ever happen. She smiled cynically to herself. Not that she wanted it to mind you.
Shrek saw the scornful look of bitterness on her face.
Shrek: Look Fiona, I know things haven't been easy for either one of us, but I was hoping that we could maybe call a truce?
Fiona: Shrek....
Shrek interrupting: Before you say anything just listen to me. I want to say that I um.... all of a sudden Shrek seeing Fiona looking at him was at a loss for words. What could he say to reach her? She was looking at him like he was some loathsome bug to be squished. Did she really hate him that much? No! It couldn't be. She was just hurting right now, and she couldn't see how she needed him. Once she saw that, he was sure she would realize that she was in love with him as well. He just had to be patient.
Shrek: What I wanted to say was since it is your birthday in a couple of days, maybe if you would like, we could get away somewhere just you and me.
Fiona shocked realizing for the first time he was in his underwear was more appalled at the suggestion than she otherwise would have been.
Shrek mistaking her look and silence as encouragement continued eagerly: I mean you could pick the place, any place at all and we could you know just like start over and get to really know each other. I know I would like that a lot, he added softly.
Fiona thinking: What a pervert he was! He actually thought he could get her away to seduce her into his bed?
Fiona: You filthy, filthy beast! Get me away, romance me, and get me into your bed so that I will have no choice but to marry you; is that the plan you and your father cooked up? Well you two are a pair. Poor innocent little Fiona, just take her on vacation, throw her a few crumbs of kindness, feed her some lines of romantic slop, and she will throw herself at you, isn't that the way it goes Shrek?
Shrek startled at her vehemence: No! No, Fiona! You got to believe me! I never had any....
Fiona snorting: So tell me then Shrek, if that isn't the plan, then why are you standing here in front of me in your underwear? Hmmmm Shrek? Why?
Shrek not knowing how to defend himself against her bitterness sputtered: You got it all wrong Fiona. I meant no offense, I just wanted.....
Fiona: I know what you wanted, and you can forget it!
Fiona spitting out each word like a curse in her anger: I - will- not- love -you! I-will-not- be - your- plaything! Now go back to your daddy, and tell him to rip up that contract, because, I sure as h $#% -won't marry -you! With that she brushed past Shrek purposely hard knocking him off balance, and flounced out of the room.
Shrek stood there with his mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe how angry she was. He shook his head. He knew that they had their issues since she moved in, but honestly he couldn't understand her hostility. After all he had tried to be understanding, in spite of her attitude. Geesh! Women! Who could figure them out? He tried to bend over backwards and this is the thanks he got? Well fine! Let her stew in her own juices then. If she wanted to apologize he would be willing to listen, but he would be darned if he would approach her again. This time she would have to come to him!