As she finished eating her meal Judy suddenly realized how quiet and boring
it was now with Roger gone. She wondered where he went and if she would
honestly be able to find him on this huge estate. She also wondered if he
would be upset enough to leave her here with no way home. You blew it now,
Judith, she thought dejectedly and pushed her empty plate over to where
Roger's still sat.
Wiping her hands on her napkin Judy was about to stand and go search for him when Mrs. Keane seemed to materialize out of nowhere and was standing behind Roger's chair. Now with her here Judy felt all the more uncomfortable about the entire situation. After all, Mrs. Keane is Roger's friend and no doubt by yelling at Roger like she did, Judy without a doubt offended the hostess of the party. Hoping to play it cool and hoping that Mrs. Keane didn't hear or see the blow up, Judy gave her a nervous grin and remarked, "Great food, Mrs. Keane. I must give my compliments to the chef!"
Mrs. Keane nodded and without missing a beat asked, "Where is Roger? It's not like him to not finish eating ribs. Normally that boy could put away an entire pig! Land sakes, I do hope that the food was to his liking. I mean I would like him to join the next party I have and hope that bad cooking wouldn't be the cause for him to vanish on me."
Nervously Judy just shrugged and flicked at an imaginary piece of lint on her skirt. Part of her thought it would be best to lie about what really happened to Roger, but her principles got the best of her. Mrs. Keane did have the right to know what happened to him and what he was trying to do to one of her workers. Taking in a breath to calm her self before she started spewing out how upset she really was with Roger, Judy answered, "Well, he thought it was going to be actually hilarious to try and fling mashed potatoes at your groomsman, Larry. I vituperated him for doing it and he got flustered and left."
The hostess quirked an eyebrow and looked placidly at Judy. "I see. Well, then, that explains it. Roger's quite sensitive and maybe it wasn't a good idea that you scolded him like that in public. He's probably humiliated beyond belief."
"He's humiliated!" Judy cried, totally shocked that Mrs. Keane made Roger the victim in all of this. "He is the one that humiliated me! He brings me to this little shindig and acts all polite and like the perfect and modest gentleman then he does something so infantile as this and he expects me to overlook it? I think not! I can see through his little act and now can see him for what he is and I am not amused. No, I think I am going to go find him and demand him to take me home. I won't be subject to a boyfriend that acts so immaturely in public."
Mrs. Keane folded her arms crossly in front of her chest and stared down at the thespian. "And what makes you think you are any better? After all, you do have a little brother and trust me, Roger's told me many a tale about you and what kind of pranks you do to Doug from time to time. There can't be a set of rules for Roger to follow and a separate set for you. I mean, if you are allowed to torture your brother, then Roger should be allowed to do the same to others. Am I right?"
Judy was just about to answer back, stunned that Mrs. Keane would say something so sharp to her, but was waved to silence so the hostess could continue. "Forgive me if I'm talking out of line, little missy, but you seem to treat Roger very unfairly and overlook him for what he truly is. That boy says nothing but nice things about you and almost worships the ground you walk on, but he's scared to death on how he's supposed to act around you."
Now Judy was taken aback by this comment. She lowered her sunglasses and peered at Mrs. Keane over the rims. "Excuse me? Roger is scared of me? That makes no sense at all. He's cocky and bold at any given occasion, but the rest of the time he acts as ordinary as he can be. Maybe a little rigid, but still, he's fine. I've never had any trouble with him up until just now."
Mrs. Keane just nodded, seeing that she struck a nerve with the drama queen and just was trying to figure out how to handle it without being too much more of a bitch herself. "You never noticed his worry because you probably never really paid attention. I'm not sticking up for him just because he's been a good friend of mine for a while, but what I am asking is for you to maybe take a look at your self this time for once. Maybe Roger isn't the problem at all, but you. I mean, have you ever truly looked deep inside yourself and found the real Judy?"
She snorted, obviously insulted, "Yes!" she snapped. "I think I know quite well who I am, thank you very much!"
"Do you now? Well, you might, you might not, but when did you ever truly let your hair down and not do anything that was so prim and proper? Did you two ever share a really good laugh together or do something so wrong and obnoxious that you felt strange at first, but it made you so happy to do it that it was justified?"
Judy squirmed slightly and adjusted her sunglasses once again hiding her dark eyes from the world. She remembered all the times Roger tried holding her hand in public or tried some sort of affection and how she would almost cringe at the touch. She liked her privacy and felt that all of Bluffington didn't need to know about their relationship. Granted the two of them would kiss or cuddle, but it was always when she knew they were alone or wouldn't have an audience. Judy has stymied even a simple good- bye kiss when she noticed her parents or someone else in the area.
"Not everything in life has to follow an exact script, Judith," Mrs. Keane said softly, her tone definitely changing now that she saw Judy's mood sobering a bit. She didn't want to be harsh with the girl since she really didn't know her, but it was obvious that Roger was definitely cowed by Judy's attitude and was very confused on how to behave around her. He no doubt wanted to do all he could to impress her and keep her happy, but at the same time he was holding back on being his true self around her.
"Don't suppress your feelings towards him," she continued. "Let him be who he is, but also, let your own barriers down a little. You might just be surprised at the outcome. I'm not telling you what you should or should not do, but maybe try to loosen up a bit. He is trying his best to adapt to your world, maybe give his world a shot. You might like it." Mrs. Keane then gave Judy a gentle wink. Adjusting her straw hat she added, "Remember, he's got a tough guy's persona, but is really a big sweetie deep down."
With that Mrs. Keane left and vanished into the mix of party-goers leaving Judy to contemplate about what she just told her. Judy was mixed with all sorts of emotions and really didn't know how to take any of this. Part of her was insulted that this woman who barely knew her more or less challenged her into finding out who Judy Funnie really is, but the other part was seriously thinking that Mrs. Keane's words could have some truth in them.
Judy had been harsh to Roger, almost cold at times and she knew it. She knew he was trying to be exactly what she would want and it was so evident. He did buy her things, sometimes more then he probably should, and he did try to help her with any finances that came her way especially for her stage productions. She was always grateful to him, never abusing the fact that he is indeed very rich and she always tried her best not to give him false feelings about their relationship. Still, she wondered if he was honestly having fun with her like he should and if she was allowing herself to have true fun with him?
She knew now that she was hiding herself from him a bit much. She didn't need to constantly be so dramatic and like Mrs. Keane said, life didn't always have to follow such a strict script. Adjusting the plates one final time Judy stood and brushed herself off and strode out of the barn without so much of a look around. She knew that there were still a few people watching her, she felt their gaze as she left, but she didn't care. She made a scene that was completely out of line and now she had to face her punishment and if the stares and head-shakings were part of that so be it.
Stepping outside into the cool night air, Judy inhaled deeply and looked around letting her eyes adjust to the change in lighting and hoped she wouldn't have a difficult time finding Roger. There were quite a few people mingling around the corral where she and Roger had earlier put Zeus and Hera, but none were the all black clad bully she was looking for. Still, Judy stepped closer and climbed onto the lower rail for a better view just in case she missed him. Seeing he wasn't with the horses she jumped down off the fence and headed back towards the barn wondering if he went someplace behind it then an idea hit her. Turning quickly Judy made her way back towards the lake hoping her assumption would be correct.
The lake wasn't that far off from the barn, but it was still quite a distance on foot. Seeing it ahead, Judy gasped softly for the thoughts from before about it with the moon reflecting on the surface were correct. The white light left shimmering dapples on the seemingly smooth surface, but she couldn't be distracted from that right now. Her main concern was finding Roger and to apologize for what went on tonight and in the past.
Although at first she was a bit offended that Mrs. Keane had said all of those things to her back in the barn, she did have valid points. Judy did do playful pranks on Doug and a lot of those times she and Roger shared naughty shenanigans together. Basically there was nothing wrong with being a bit wicked from time to time and as long as no one got hurt there was no harm in what was done.
Judy had a lot of soul searching to do now if she wanted the relationship to work to its full capacity. Insulting Roger like she just did was a big deal and she never even realized by how much. She always felt he was sensitive, but his tough guy attitude always made her forget the true young man beneath it all. She couldn't exactly ask him to change if she wasn't willing to do the same. They were in this together and to have a better relationship she knew she would have to give just as much of herself as she asked him to give.
Coming out of her thoughts and glancing around she saw nothing that would even resemble a human being sitting anywhere, but at last she spotted a lone figure sitting on a picnic table not too far from the water's edge. Walking slowly towards the person she was careful in case it wasn't Roger and she didn't want to embarrass herself any more than necessary this evening. Although the moonlight was brilliant, it wasn't enough for her to easily see the person on the table, however she noticed the profile and the long pointed nose that could only belong to one person. "Roger?" she asked softly, stepping closer.
He looked towards her, regarding her for a moment then turned his gaze back towards the water. As she got closer she noticed he was sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around them. Now that he'd been spotted, Roger rested his chin down on his knees, but kept his attention away from Judy. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you in there. I came to apologize, that was wrong of me to do that to you."
He shrugged, but still did not look at her nor answer. Judy felt uncomfortable and stood at his side now wondering if she should join him up on the table. It wasn't exactly something she would normally do for a body really did not belong sitting upon an area where people eat, but maybe that's what Mrs. Keane was talking about. Sometimes it was all right to break some of the proper rules and do what felt good.
Reaching forward she brushed off the table and climbed up on the bench then sat at Roger's side. This earned her a look from him and he stared at her for a long time wondering what possessed her to act so out of character. Shaking it off he turned away and still remained silent making Judy just as uncomfortable as before. "Roger," she tried again. "I am really sorry for yelling at you. I mean, I know I totally humiliated you in front of all your friends and if it's any comfort Mrs. Keane scolded me as well and had a good talk with me."
That earned a snicker from the bully and he shook his head. "So, that's the only reason you came out here all nice and junk, huh? Because Mrs. Keane lectured you?"
Judy frowned and shook her head. "No, but perhaps the manner in which I do apologize to you is because of her." Roger glanced at her and waited for her to continue. "At first I was going to come out here with all guns blazing and demand you take me home. I wanted no part of this gathering any longer or a boyfriend that would pull such an immature prank. Mrs. Keane more or less pointed out the fact that not only did I act out of context, but should also take a deep look within myself and think about the entire fiasco a bit more. Perhaps maybe a lot of the troubles going on with us are quite a bit my fault as well."
Roger snorted and pushed his hat farther back on his head. "Gimme a break, girly. You always got a problem with what I do and I can't win any more. I tried, this entire evening, I tried doing everything I could that's right and tried to be the boyfriend you always wanted, but I guess I ain't ever gonna be that guy."
That remark stabbed her and she flinched inside. After a moment of silence Judy softly replied, "Well, maybe I'm not exactly the girlfriend to you that I should be and I should work on fixing that."
He arched an orange eyebrow and looked at her. "What're you talking about, girly? Yer everything a guy could want. Yer perfect."
"Perhaps too perfect is the word. Listen, we've been together for a long time and I can't really see myself with anyone other then you. You've got a lot of talents going for you and I've been overlooking them for too long and hindering you from being what you truly are. If you don't mind, I would like to share more in your playful world, it could be an uplifting experience, one that would no doubt serve me well not only in reality, but as a better performer in up coming plays."
Roger just chuckled and unfolded his legs then reached forward and poked her on the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, you don't want an immature boyfriend, remember girly girl?"
She sighed then smirked at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I have been blessed with a name? Judy! Will you please just call me Judy all ready? Girly just seems to put me in a generic category and it's quite maddening at times."
"Oh? And here I am thinking you liked being called girly!" he snickered and scooted slightly closer to her giving her a crooked smile. "Fine, Judy it is from now on."
Judy returned the smile and lowered her gaze feeling a slight blush form on her cheeks. He did say her name many times, but not as much as he called her girly. Her name sounded wonderful coming from his lips and for some reason the way he said it now sent a small shudder down her spine. She also hoped she was right to assume then that he has forgiven her and that all was going to be well from here on out. She only wished he told her what was wrong in the first place and that he was uncomfortable, but as with so many of the male species they had no clue on how to properly communicate their feelings to the woman they were with.
Glancing up she noticed he was still staring at her, that lopsided grin of his still plastered on his face. It was a dopey look almost like that of a puppy looking longingly at a food bowl. "Will you stop it, Roger!" she cried and shoved him back from her. "I said I was sorry now you either forgive me or end this. I don't need you gawking at me like some goofball schoolboy with a crush on his teacher."
Roger mocked being offended and draped his arm over his brow and wailed, "Ohhh, but alas I am but a schoolboy who is desperately in love with the biggest artiste wannabe in all of Bluffington! Whatever shall I do?"
"Artiste wannabe! Oh, thou offend me with such language you rambunctious rogue you! A pox upon you and all your family!"
"Yeah, if yer gonna give me a pox, I'm gonna give it back to you twice as badly," he laughed while wiggling his eyebrows and shoved her arm almost knocking her off the table.
Fortunately Judy's as agile as she is dramatic and she caught herself before she went over the edge. Quickly she leaned towards him and shoved him harder then he did to her, but unlike Judy, Roger was caught unexpected and slipped and fell off the table making her laugh. He was lucky to have landed on his feet, but he was still embarrassed just the same from being bested by a girl.
Roger brushed himself off and smoothed out his jeans and vest, adjusted his hat then took a step towards Judy and stood in front of her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Judy looked back up to him and suddenly her insides felt all fluttery and a wash of heat flowed through her.
Hoping he wouldn't see her blush she turned away, but felt his gaze on her and she had no choice then to turn back and meet his eyes. Clearing her throat and adjusting her cowgirl hat Judy asked, "So tell me Mr. Klotz," she began slowly, wanting to change the subject and get her mind on other things. "What is it with you and that tough guy act? I mean, I can see right through it, you know."
He swallowed hard and shrugged while stepping closer to her, "Y-yeah?"
"Mmm hmm. You act lines so well it would make Shakespeare proud of you...heck, you make me proud of you." Judy felt her cheeks redden again from that, shocked that she would admit such a thing.
If he heard that comment he didn't show it and it looked like he were pondering something to respond sarcastically to her with. Instead, he inhaled slowly and moved his hand up to softly touch her face then whispered, "Never have mine eyes fallen upon such beauty as thee. 'tis as if I have surely died and gone to heaven for I am in midst of an angel."
Judy blinked behind her shades at his words and just about swooned from them and his touch. "Say something else," she breathed, leaning against his hand that was resting lightly on her cheek. Drama and romance were her certain downfall and with Roger's words and the ambiance of the lake Judy was quickly finding it more and more difficult to resist him.
Roger contemplated for a moment then grinned gently, his eyes half closed, "Alas, my heart doth yearn to spend every moment with thee. When we are apart I feel my very life force weaken and wither like that of such a lonely flower neglected by the rain."
A soft gasp escaped Judy and her eyes widened. "My play! The Fiddling Merchant from Bluffington! Where did you...how?"
"Shhh...I told you I went to all of your plays. I lingered on your every word, Judy. Now do you believe me?" he replied with a soft chuckle.
Judy was in shock yet again truly amazed that Roger had such words coming out of his mouth, let alone her words! Words that she had written not too long ago and had spoken on stage no less. She just looked at him over the rims of her sunglasses. She misjudged him immensely and it would seem that she made him out to be less then what he truly is. Acting and other artistic talents along with care and concern for nature were all highly evident. What else would he offer to her if she were to choose to stay with him? "My soul mate," she whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek, suddenly realizing things. "Have I truly found you at last?"
Roger shrugged not knowing what she meant by soul mate, but by her dreamy response he figured it had to be a good thing. "Could be, girly, could be."
She sighed dreamily and knew that her fighting back desires for Roger were rapidly coming to an end. She could hold back from him and his charms no longer. He was proving more and more to her that under his bully exterior beat the heart of a truly unique and caring human being and she was thankful to finally see him for what he is.
"My dear Sir Roger of Klotz, I can resist thee no longer, try as I might. Show me the wonders of thy world," she whispered, using words from the play he just quoted earlier sort of as a challenge to see if he really did know her writings as well as he boasts, it was also suiting for it reflected her feelings as they were now.
Not one to disappoint, Roger sifted his fingers through her auburn hair and responded, "Indeed I shall my fairest of the fair. Now let me partake in the sweet wine of thy lips so that we may explore that world together."
Judy gasped from that, he did indeed know her play. Reaching up she grabbed for his bolo tie and pulled him down towards her so their noses were almost touching and their lips were dangerously close. She closed her eyes part way and anticipated feeling his lips pressing against hers. The warmth of his breath sent shudders down her spine making her fingers tighten on his bolo tie, her stomach clenching in eagerness.
Roger leaned forward and was just about to kiss her when a horrendously loud "Yeeeeeeee-Haaaaaaaah!" filled the air and reverberated though out the entire area almost knocking both Roger and Judy over from the intensity.
"Joeycookamonga! What the heck was that?" he shrieked and tried his best not to fall over on top of her from the blast that startled him.
Wide-eyed Judy shook her head and looked about to where the sound had originated. "I do believe that the square dance you mentioned they were going to have has started."
Roger snorted and rolled his eyes. "Losers. You would think they'd start things off a bit more civilized then that."
Suddenly Judy was struck with a brilliant idea. Leaping off the table she grabbed Roger by his wrist and pulled him with her in the direction of the barn. "Come on, Rog, let's go see what all the hoi polloi is all about. Shall we?"
Locking his knees and pulling back from her Roger vigorously shook his head. "No way, Judy! I ain't one for dancing and besides, I don't know how to do that kind of stuff!"
"Oh, pishaw! Do you honestly believe that after all the events we've been through thus far I am actually going to let you not participate in something of this nature? Sorry, Roger, but you brought me here for a good time and that's exactly what I intend on having! Now, quit complaining and let's go do-si-do!"
He grimaced and allowed himself to be dragged back towards the barn and into something he never dreamed he would be partaking in. He could only hope he could fluff his way through this and not be humiliated like he was starting to fear he would be. Granted he asked her to a dance, but part of him never expected to actually be dancing. It wasn't part of his master plan, but plans seemed to have their own thoughts on how the evening was going to go and Roger knew he just had to sit back and enjoy the ride sometimes no matter how mortified he might be about the activities and how much of a fool he might have to portray.
To be continued...
Wiping her hands on her napkin Judy was about to stand and go search for him when Mrs. Keane seemed to materialize out of nowhere and was standing behind Roger's chair. Now with her here Judy felt all the more uncomfortable about the entire situation. After all, Mrs. Keane is Roger's friend and no doubt by yelling at Roger like she did, Judy without a doubt offended the hostess of the party. Hoping to play it cool and hoping that Mrs. Keane didn't hear or see the blow up, Judy gave her a nervous grin and remarked, "Great food, Mrs. Keane. I must give my compliments to the chef!"
Mrs. Keane nodded and without missing a beat asked, "Where is Roger? It's not like him to not finish eating ribs. Normally that boy could put away an entire pig! Land sakes, I do hope that the food was to his liking. I mean I would like him to join the next party I have and hope that bad cooking wouldn't be the cause for him to vanish on me."
Nervously Judy just shrugged and flicked at an imaginary piece of lint on her skirt. Part of her thought it would be best to lie about what really happened to Roger, but her principles got the best of her. Mrs. Keane did have the right to know what happened to him and what he was trying to do to one of her workers. Taking in a breath to calm her self before she started spewing out how upset she really was with Roger, Judy answered, "Well, he thought it was going to be actually hilarious to try and fling mashed potatoes at your groomsman, Larry. I vituperated him for doing it and he got flustered and left."
The hostess quirked an eyebrow and looked placidly at Judy. "I see. Well, then, that explains it. Roger's quite sensitive and maybe it wasn't a good idea that you scolded him like that in public. He's probably humiliated beyond belief."
"He's humiliated!" Judy cried, totally shocked that Mrs. Keane made Roger the victim in all of this. "He is the one that humiliated me! He brings me to this little shindig and acts all polite and like the perfect and modest gentleman then he does something so infantile as this and he expects me to overlook it? I think not! I can see through his little act and now can see him for what he is and I am not amused. No, I think I am going to go find him and demand him to take me home. I won't be subject to a boyfriend that acts so immaturely in public."
Mrs. Keane folded her arms crossly in front of her chest and stared down at the thespian. "And what makes you think you are any better? After all, you do have a little brother and trust me, Roger's told me many a tale about you and what kind of pranks you do to Doug from time to time. There can't be a set of rules for Roger to follow and a separate set for you. I mean, if you are allowed to torture your brother, then Roger should be allowed to do the same to others. Am I right?"
Judy was just about to answer back, stunned that Mrs. Keane would say something so sharp to her, but was waved to silence so the hostess could continue. "Forgive me if I'm talking out of line, little missy, but you seem to treat Roger very unfairly and overlook him for what he truly is. That boy says nothing but nice things about you and almost worships the ground you walk on, but he's scared to death on how he's supposed to act around you."
Now Judy was taken aback by this comment. She lowered her sunglasses and peered at Mrs. Keane over the rims. "Excuse me? Roger is scared of me? That makes no sense at all. He's cocky and bold at any given occasion, but the rest of the time he acts as ordinary as he can be. Maybe a little rigid, but still, he's fine. I've never had any trouble with him up until just now."
Mrs. Keane just nodded, seeing that she struck a nerve with the drama queen and just was trying to figure out how to handle it without being too much more of a bitch herself. "You never noticed his worry because you probably never really paid attention. I'm not sticking up for him just because he's been a good friend of mine for a while, but what I am asking is for you to maybe take a look at your self this time for once. Maybe Roger isn't the problem at all, but you. I mean, have you ever truly looked deep inside yourself and found the real Judy?"
She snorted, obviously insulted, "Yes!" she snapped. "I think I know quite well who I am, thank you very much!"
"Do you now? Well, you might, you might not, but when did you ever truly let your hair down and not do anything that was so prim and proper? Did you two ever share a really good laugh together or do something so wrong and obnoxious that you felt strange at first, but it made you so happy to do it that it was justified?"
Judy squirmed slightly and adjusted her sunglasses once again hiding her dark eyes from the world. She remembered all the times Roger tried holding her hand in public or tried some sort of affection and how she would almost cringe at the touch. She liked her privacy and felt that all of Bluffington didn't need to know about their relationship. Granted the two of them would kiss or cuddle, but it was always when she knew they were alone or wouldn't have an audience. Judy has stymied even a simple good- bye kiss when she noticed her parents or someone else in the area.
"Not everything in life has to follow an exact script, Judith," Mrs. Keane said softly, her tone definitely changing now that she saw Judy's mood sobering a bit. She didn't want to be harsh with the girl since she really didn't know her, but it was obvious that Roger was definitely cowed by Judy's attitude and was very confused on how to behave around her. He no doubt wanted to do all he could to impress her and keep her happy, but at the same time he was holding back on being his true self around her.
"Don't suppress your feelings towards him," she continued. "Let him be who he is, but also, let your own barriers down a little. You might just be surprised at the outcome. I'm not telling you what you should or should not do, but maybe try to loosen up a bit. He is trying his best to adapt to your world, maybe give his world a shot. You might like it." Mrs. Keane then gave Judy a gentle wink. Adjusting her straw hat she added, "Remember, he's got a tough guy's persona, but is really a big sweetie deep down."
With that Mrs. Keane left and vanished into the mix of party-goers leaving Judy to contemplate about what she just told her. Judy was mixed with all sorts of emotions and really didn't know how to take any of this. Part of her was insulted that this woman who barely knew her more or less challenged her into finding out who Judy Funnie really is, but the other part was seriously thinking that Mrs. Keane's words could have some truth in them.
Judy had been harsh to Roger, almost cold at times and she knew it. She knew he was trying to be exactly what she would want and it was so evident. He did buy her things, sometimes more then he probably should, and he did try to help her with any finances that came her way especially for her stage productions. She was always grateful to him, never abusing the fact that he is indeed very rich and she always tried her best not to give him false feelings about their relationship. Still, she wondered if he was honestly having fun with her like he should and if she was allowing herself to have true fun with him?
She knew now that she was hiding herself from him a bit much. She didn't need to constantly be so dramatic and like Mrs. Keane said, life didn't always have to follow such a strict script. Adjusting the plates one final time Judy stood and brushed herself off and strode out of the barn without so much of a look around. She knew that there were still a few people watching her, she felt their gaze as she left, but she didn't care. She made a scene that was completely out of line and now she had to face her punishment and if the stares and head-shakings were part of that so be it.
Stepping outside into the cool night air, Judy inhaled deeply and looked around letting her eyes adjust to the change in lighting and hoped she wouldn't have a difficult time finding Roger. There were quite a few people mingling around the corral where she and Roger had earlier put Zeus and Hera, but none were the all black clad bully she was looking for. Still, Judy stepped closer and climbed onto the lower rail for a better view just in case she missed him. Seeing he wasn't with the horses she jumped down off the fence and headed back towards the barn wondering if he went someplace behind it then an idea hit her. Turning quickly Judy made her way back towards the lake hoping her assumption would be correct.
The lake wasn't that far off from the barn, but it was still quite a distance on foot. Seeing it ahead, Judy gasped softly for the thoughts from before about it with the moon reflecting on the surface were correct. The white light left shimmering dapples on the seemingly smooth surface, but she couldn't be distracted from that right now. Her main concern was finding Roger and to apologize for what went on tonight and in the past.
Although at first she was a bit offended that Mrs. Keane had said all of those things to her back in the barn, she did have valid points. Judy did do playful pranks on Doug and a lot of those times she and Roger shared naughty shenanigans together. Basically there was nothing wrong with being a bit wicked from time to time and as long as no one got hurt there was no harm in what was done.
Judy had a lot of soul searching to do now if she wanted the relationship to work to its full capacity. Insulting Roger like she just did was a big deal and she never even realized by how much. She always felt he was sensitive, but his tough guy attitude always made her forget the true young man beneath it all. She couldn't exactly ask him to change if she wasn't willing to do the same. They were in this together and to have a better relationship she knew she would have to give just as much of herself as she asked him to give.
Coming out of her thoughts and glancing around she saw nothing that would even resemble a human being sitting anywhere, but at last she spotted a lone figure sitting on a picnic table not too far from the water's edge. Walking slowly towards the person she was careful in case it wasn't Roger and she didn't want to embarrass herself any more than necessary this evening. Although the moonlight was brilliant, it wasn't enough for her to easily see the person on the table, however she noticed the profile and the long pointed nose that could only belong to one person. "Roger?" she asked softly, stepping closer.
He looked towards her, regarding her for a moment then turned his gaze back towards the water. As she got closer she noticed he was sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around them. Now that he'd been spotted, Roger rested his chin down on his knees, but kept his attention away from Judy. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you in there. I came to apologize, that was wrong of me to do that to you."
He shrugged, but still did not look at her nor answer. Judy felt uncomfortable and stood at his side now wondering if she should join him up on the table. It wasn't exactly something she would normally do for a body really did not belong sitting upon an area where people eat, but maybe that's what Mrs. Keane was talking about. Sometimes it was all right to break some of the proper rules and do what felt good.
Reaching forward she brushed off the table and climbed up on the bench then sat at Roger's side. This earned her a look from him and he stared at her for a long time wondering what possessed her to act so out of character. Shaking it off he turned away and still remained silent making Judy just as uncomfortable as before. "Roger," she tried again. "I am really sorry for yelling at you. I mean, I know I totally humiliated you in front of all your friends and if it's any comfort Mrs. Keane scolded me as well and had a good talk with me."
That earned a snicker from the bully and he shook his head. "So, that's the only reason you came out here all nice and junk, huh? Because Mrs. Keane lectured you?"
Judy frowned and shook her head. "No, but perhaps the manner in which I do apologize to you is because of her." Roger glanced at her and waited for her to continue. "At first I was going to come out here with all guns blazing and demand you take me home. I wanted no part of this gathering any longer or a boyfriend that would pull such an immature prank. Mrs. Keane more or less pointed out the fact that not only did I act out of context, but should also take a deep look within myself and think about the entire fiasco a bit more. Perhaps maybe a lot of the troubles going on with us are quite a bit my fault as well."
Roger snorted and pushed his hat farther back on his head. "Gimme a break, girly. You always got a problem with what I do and I can't win any more. I tried, this entire evening, I tried doing everything I could that's right and tried to be the boyfriend you always wanted, but I guess I ain't ever gonna be that guy."
That remark stabbed her and she flinched inside. After a moment of silence Judy softly replied, "Well, maybe I'm not exactly the girlfriend to you that I should be and I should work on fixing that."
He arched an orange eyebrow and looked at her. "What're you talking about, girly? Yer everything a guy could want. Yer perfect."
"Perhaps too perfect is the word. Listen, we've been together for a long time and I can't really see myself with anyone other then you. You've got a lot of talents going for you and I've been overlooking them for too long and hindering you from being what you truly are. If you don't mind, I would like to share more in your playful world, it could be an uplifting experience, one that would no doubt serve me well not only in reality, but as a better performer in up coming plays."
Roger just chuckled and unfolded his legs then reached forward and poked her on the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, you don't want an immature boyfriend, remember girly girl?"
She sighed then smirked at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I have been blessed with a name? Judy! Will you please just call me Judy all ready? Girly just seems to put me in a generic category and it's quite maddening at times."
"Oh? And here I am thinking you liked being called girly!" he snickered and scooted slightly closer to her giving her a crooked smile. "Fine, Judy it is from now on."
Judy returned the smile and lowered her gaze feeling a slight blush form on her cheeks. He did say her name many times, but not as much as he called her girly. Her name sounded wonderful coming from his lips and for some reason the way he said it now sent a small shudder down her spine. She also hoped she was right to assume then that he has forgiven her and that all was going to be well from here on out. She only wished he told her what was wrong in the first place and that he was uncomfortable, but as with so many of the male species they had no clue on how to properly communicate their feelings to the woman they were with.
Glancing up she noticed he was still staring at her, that lopsided grin of his still plastered on his face. It was a dopey look almost like that of a puppy looking longingly at a food bowl. "Will you stop it, Roger!" she cried and shoved him back from her. "I said I was sorry now you either forgive me or end this. I don't need you gawking at me like some goofball schoolboy with a crush on his teacher."
Roger mocked being offended and draped his arm over his brow and wailed, "Ohhh, but alas I am but a schoolboy who is desperately in love with the biggest artiste wannabe in all of Bluffington! Whatever shall I do?"
"Artiste wannabe! Oh, thou offend me with such language you rambunctious rogue you! A pox upon you and all your family!"
"Yeah, if yer gonna give me a pox, I'm gonna give it back to you twice as badly," he laughed while wiggling his eyebrows and shoved her arm almost knocking her off the table.
Fortunately Judy's as agile as she is dramatic and she caught herself before she went over the edge. Quickly she leaned towards him and shoved him harder then he did to her, but unlike Judy, Roger was caught unexpected and slipped and fell off the table making her laugh. He was lucky to have landed on his feet, but he was still embarrassed just the same from being bested by a girl.
Roger brushed himself off and smoothed out his jeans and vest, adjusted his hat then took a step towards Judy and stood in front of her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Judy looked back up to him and suddenly her insides felt all fluttery and a wash of heat flowed through her.
Hoping he wouldn't see her blush she turned away, but felt his gaze on her and she had no choice then to turn back and meet his eyes. Clearing her throat and adjusting her cowgirl hat Judy asked, "So tell me Mr. Klotz," she began slowly, wanting to change the subject and get her mind on other things. "What is it with you and that tough guy act? I mean, I can see right through it, you know."
He swallowed hard and shrugged while stepping closer to her, "Y-yeah?"
"Mmm hmm. You act lines so well it would make Shakespeare proud of you...heck, you make me proud of you." Judy felt her cheeks redden again from that, shocked that she would admit such a thing.
If he heard that comment he didn't show it and it looked like he were pondering something to respond sarcastically to her with. Instead, he inhaled slowly and moved his hand up to softly touch her face then whispered, "Never have mine eyes fallen upon such beauty as thee. 'tis as if I have surely died and gone to heaven for I am in midst of an angel."
Judy blinked behind her shades at his words and just about swooned from them and his touch. "Say something else," she breathed, leaning against his hand that was resting lightly on her cheek. Drama and romance were her certain downfall and with Roger's words and the ambiance of the lake Judy was quickly finding it more and more difficult to resist him.
Roger contemplated for a moment then grinned gently, his eyes half closed, "Alas, my heart doth yearn to spend every moment with thee. When we are apart I feel my very life force weaken and wither like that of such a lonely flower neglected by the rain."
A soft gasp escaped Judy and her eyes widened. "My play! The Fiddling Merchant from Bluffington! Where did you...how?"
"Shhh...I told you I went to all of your plays. I lingered on your every word, Judy. Now do you believe me?" he replied with a soft chuckle.
Judy was in shock yet again truly amazed that Roger had such words coming out of his mouth, let alone her words! Words that she had written not too long ago and had spoken on stage no less. She just looked at him over the rims of her sunglasses. She misjudged him immensely and it would seem that she made him out to be less then what he truly is. Acting and other artistic talents along with care and concern for nature were all highly evident. What else would he offer to her if she were to choose to stay with him? "My soul mate," she whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek, suddenly realizing things. "Have I truly found you at last?"
Roger shrugged not knowing what she meant by soul mate, but by her dreamy response he figured it had to be a good thing. "Could be, girly, could be."
She sighed dreamily and knew that her fighting back desires for Roger were rapidly coming to an end. She could hold back from him and his charms no longer. He was proving more and more to her that under his bully exterior beat the heart of a truly unique and caring human being and she was thankful to finally see him for what he is.
"My dear Sir Roger of Klotz, I can resist thee no longer, try as I might. Show me the wonders of thy world," she whispered, using words from the play he just quoted earlier sort of as a challenge to see if he really did know her writings as well as he boasts, it was also suiting for it reflected her feelings as they were now.
Not one to disappoint, Roger sifted his fingers through her auburn hair and responded, "Indeed I shall my fairest of the fair. Now let me partake in the sweet wine of thy lips so that we may explore that world together."
Judy gasped from that, he did indeed know her play. Reaching up she grabbed for his bolo tie and pulled him down towards her so their noses were almost touching and their lips were dangerously close. She closed her eyes part way and anticipated feeling his lips pressing against hers. The warmth of his breath sent shudders down her spine making her fingers tighten on his bolo tie, her stomach clenching in eagerness.
Roger leaned forward and was just about to kiss her when a horrendously loud "Yeeeeeeee-Haaaaaaaah!" filled the air and reverberated though out the entire area almost knocking both Roger and Judy over from the intensity.
"Joeycookamonga! What the heck was that?" he shrieked and tried his best not to fall over on top of her from the blast that startled him.
Wide-eyed Judy shook her head and looked about to where the sound had originated. "I do believe that the square dance you mentioned they were going to have has started."
Roger snorted and rolled his eyes. "Losers. You would think they'd start things off a bit more civilized then that."
Suddenly Judy was struck with a brilliant idea. Leaping off the table she grabbed Roger by his wrist and pulled him with her in the direction of the barn. "Come on, Rog, let's go see what all the hoi polloi is all about. Shall we?"
Locking his knees and pulling back from her Roger vigorously shook his head. "No way, Judy! I ain't one for dancing and besides, I don't know how to do that kind of stuff!"
"Oh, pishaw! Do you honestly believe that after all the events we've been through thus far I am actually going to let you not participate in something of this nature? Sorry, Roger, but you brought me here for a good time and that's exactly what I intend on having! Now, quit complaining and let's go do-si-do!"
He grimaced and allowed himself to be dragged back towards the barn and into something he never dreamed he would be partaking in. He could only hope he could fluff his way through this and not be humiliated like he was starting to fear he would be. Granted he asked her to a dance, but part of him never expected to actually be dancing. It wasn't part of his master plan, but plans seemed to have their own thoughts on how the evening was going to go and Roger knew he just had to sit back and enjoy the ride sometimes no matter how mortified he might be about the activities and how much of a fool he might have to portray.
To be continued...
