Confusing Love

Jealousy, Jealousy

Shrek the Oger

The sounds of the morning were irritating to say the least. The rooster was cocka-doodle-do-iling , which is what wakes me up every morning. If I don't wake up, my annoying brother Harry will wake me up in the weirdest ways. Whether it be things like clanging pots and pans, singing my ear off with his awful singing voice to the song hey soul sister... or even that one time he shoved bird shit in my mouth to get me up. No matter what it took, Harry would get me up and out of bed. Which is why I chose to try and get up to the rooster sounds most mornings because I didn't feel like dealing with an overly optimistic Harry.

Harry and I were polar opposites. He got the good genes of the two of us. He was fit, smelt good, somewhat of a sense of humor, had bright and big green eyes girls fell in love with, and an overall trusting and charismatic nature. You name any charming quality, it was likely Harry had it. I was jealous of the fact he was able to have all the girls he wanted. Everyone wanted to be his friend, or be involved in his life, yet, he never settled. I'm convinced he's in love with the vampire who lives nearbyish, Nayomi.

He'd never admit it, but everyone knew it. Harry would get all the emotions of a typical human, teenage boy would when he talks to someone he's interested in, that being Nayomi. Harry could pull Nayomi if he tried hard enough, after all he was the best looking oger in the swamp, well, only him and I lived in the swamp. But he didn't try, and she'd probably find someone else soon enough if Harry didn't put the effort in.

With all these thoughts, I realized that I should get out of bed before Harry pulls his shenanigans. I get up and look at myself in the mirror. All I see is the normal me, most people would probably jump of fear from the sight of me, but I was used to the scary sight of myself. A big green oger. Remember how I said Harry had gotten the better genes between the both of us? Well, I wasn't exactly joking. Harry's fit, I'm not. Harry's funny and a people's person, you guessed it, I'm not. The only time people don't run from me is when Harry's around, because they know he won't let me get out of line. However, if it's just me, everyone runs.

You may be wondering, how does it feel when everyone runs? Well, not good. I would never admit it or say it aloud, but I absolutely despised it. I could just stand there, not say a word, and people ran for their lives practically. I just wish someone could just stand there and hold a conversation with me, without having to have Harry around. They didn't even know me, and would just assume the worst. I mean, I can't blame them. I'd most likely do the same if I wasn't me or used to the appearance I see everyday in the mirror. I'm also not really a ball of sunshine, I'm very grumpy and stubborn.

***

I grabbed my towels from this old wooden rack, I didn't know why we didn't just get a new rack. Harry insisted it was "antique and rare" he thought it was so cool to have. I really didn't understand him at times. I headed out to the swamp for my daily shower/bath hygiene session, whatever you want to call it. Harry and I had an old-shed looking thing that we lived in, right in front of the big swamp. We lived back here to get away from people a bit, well, for me to get away. I hate the hustle and bustle of humans, and plus I just wouldn't fit into a village or any type of overly-populated area. I didn't force Harry to live with me or anything, he practically insisted on it because he "didn't want me to be alone". I wasn't sure if it was because of me or because of his fear of being lonely.

All of these thoughts raced in and out of my head as I took the shower. As I was saying, the swamp wasn't visible to the public ; another advantage was to actually be able to take private showers. About 15 minutes later, I finished and went back into the house. I went into my closet and fished out the exact same outfit that I literally wear everyday, well, it was the only thing I could really find that would actually fit me correctly. The outfit is kind of like a big robe people would wear in medieval times, maybe with a bit of a modern twist on it? I didn't really care to be honest, it fit and I was fine with it. I put it on the outfit and that was that.

I walked into the kitchen, and to no shock at all, I see Harry being his normally bubbly self cooking breakfast. He did it every morning, I didn't know how he had the energy, but I didn't question him. Harry knew how to cook a good scrambled egg, so I couldn't really complain in the slightest.

"Shrek!" Harry said excitedly, as he looked at me for the first time today but then his eyebrows came together in a slight furrow.

"Good morning Harry, and why are you looking at me like that?" I questioned him, trying not to sound rude. I would usually be rude with anyone who was looking at me the way Harry was right now, but he was all I had, and I would be lost without him. So, I let him judge me and was waiting for what he was about to say.

Harry's mouth opened as if he were about to speak, but it just shut right after. He then opened it again, almost as if he was trying really hard to think about what he was going to say next, without sounding rude.

"Shrek, why are you wearing that rundown outfit again?" he said. He then continued, "I thought I was able to get more outfits for you from Olivia the Mermaid, she knows a thing or two about fashion."

Harry did get me outfits from Olivia, and she was a great fashion designer or whatever she does. Well ; she's a mermaid. Mermaids just sit in the water all day and she probably gets bored, that's why I'd assume she had a good eye when it came to clothing. The clothing was nice and all, but it just wasn't what I was used too. It just didn't really fell right to wear, it didn't feel like me. Though, Harry would probably never understand that.

I gathered my thoughts to try and form an answer, but I was honestly stuck on how to word my response to Harry. I surely couldn't tell him why I wouldn't wear the clothes, so I just lied.

"Oh, I forgot about those! Maybe another day I'll wear them." I fake smiled at my brother, hoping my act was convincing enough.

"Uhm, alright." Harry said, clearly found it odd but he knows not to push an answer out of me, so he left it be.

***

Harry had finished cooking breakfast, so we sat down eating it like we did most mornings, just chatting until, we hear a loud bang at the door.

Harry got up and looked through the peep hole of the door to see who it was. He rolled his eyes back in disappointment, I knew if Harry was reacting like this, that whoever it was probably shouldn't be here or was just annoying somehow.

I raised my my eyebrows at him and he whispered to me, "It's Liam the Hand Taker". Now, this was bad.

I despised Liam, him and his sister Lil Tay are the two most obnoxious people I've ever met. They think that just because they're the Hand Taker and Hand Collector that they have the upper hand of society, yeah right. Maybe to humans, but to ogers like Harry and I? Not a chance in the world.

Harry answered the door, and to no shock at all, Liam just barged his way in without even asking to come in or no words spoken even, just waltzed in.

"What do you want Liam?" Harry said, in a bland tone that should show he's not interested in whatever drama Liam is causing this time.

"Glad you asked Hank, because you and your brother Schnitzel are both invited to my girlfriend, Anastasia's surprise birthday party. It's tonight and bring good gifts." Liam practically demanded, he didn't even have the common decency to call us our right names.

Anastasia was someone who I deeply admired, she was a fairy who was to good for Liam, maybe even to good for this world. But he somehow was dating her and I don't think anyone in this world would understand how they were even together.

"Well, I don't know if Shrek wants to.." Harry started, but I chimed in before he could finish his sentence.

"We will be there and we'll bring the best gifts out of anyone attending." I said, no way was I going to miss out on an opportunity to see Anastasia. Even though she would probably be scared of me, it was worth just to go and idolize her from a distance. I also wanted Liam to leave as soon as possible, his presence is enough to make me want to go full on oger.

Before Liam could even answer, I said "thanks for stopping by, goodbye now!" I lead Liam to the door and shut it right in his face, he deserved it. Though he would probably threaten to remove my hands after that, it was worth to feel the satisfaction of overpowering him, even if it was for a second.

Harry looked shocked to see me like this, but I could tell he was proud.

I was going to see Anastasia and that was all that mattered to me.