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Unexpected Emotions	By : Rukkai Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 9122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Unexpected Emotions

((disclaimer: I do not own Orlando Bloom, Kate Bosworth, or Johnny Depp, and the events in this story are fictional and created by my messed up head. Do not think that any of this stuff would happen to the great Orli-- even though when I posted the chapter where he and Kate broke up they really did in real life. I do not have magical powers, though that would be awesome, and I cannot make these things really come true. This is a STORY! Nothing else but a STORY from my disfunctional and overly active imagination-- not to mention my fantasies. That is all.))

Charies:

Karen Gabrinski- Main character

Orlando Bloom- Main heartthrob

Johnny Depp- Main heartthrob’s best friend

Kate Bosworth- Main heartthrob’s girlfriend

Eve Thompson- Main character’s best friend

Mike- Crazy Stalker

Greg- Medical Student

Laina- Young Musician

Introduction: She grew up around music and art, never once thinking about actors. Until one winter night, when she saved him from a mob of frenzy fans. (Romance, rated NC-17. ^.~)

Time: Around Christmas.

By: West-chan

Chapter One: Ms. Saxophone

Sweet melody ran along the streets of New York City. It was around 10:00 PM, and Karen was playing a blues piece to a crowd circled around her. There weren’t that many people that night, but enough to get a few dollars. The saxophone glinted from the moonlight serving as a spotlight for the sidewalk stage. A case was set out in front of the black haired girl, in hopes that change would be dropped inside. Her fingers moved fast on a run even though they were enclosed in fingerless, black gloves.

Karen Gabrinski had always been playing the sax. Her father owned a music shop before he died. They would sell many types of instruments there, especially brass and woodwind instruments. He was always teaching her how to play new instruments all the time. But her favorite had always been the sax. After he died, Karen inherited the store at the age of sixteen, and took charge of everything. She had no need for workers because the shop was never busy. She would work there by day, and then play on the streets by nightfall. Her home was located atop the store as well. She had easy access to everything around her.

Snow began to fall as she finished the piece. The small crowd clapped as they threw change into the case. She smiled, her dark blue eyes scanning over the people. The sax hung from her neck, barely even heavy to her now, and glinted again in the moonlight. Karen started gathering the money into her black trench-coat pocket, allowing one side of the jacket to be heavier than the other. The people walked away as she put the instrument to rest. The bottoms of her dark blue jeans were soaked despite her black boots. She turned around, sax case in hand, as she heard footsteps behind her.

That was when she saw a sight she would never forget. It was a man, or a boy, she could not tell, running towards her. He had a large jacket on with the hood up as if he was hiding from someone. Behind him was a rather large crowd of fan girls and people flashing pictures of the kid. There was so much noise it almost seemed unnatural in New York City. He turned his head to see the crowd gaining and then looked back ahead just in time to see a glimpse of Karen… before he crashed into her.

“Ack! They told me not to be so accident prone!” He shouted in a British accent as they hit the ground. The kid then quickly got off of the floor and helped Karen up as well. His hood was now off and she noticed he had truly curly hair, unlike her kinky hair, and deep brown eyes. “You aren’t hurt, I hope.” He asked.

“No! No. I’m ok. But I think we should run now.” And with that, they started running again as the snow fell faster. He dragged Karen down alleyways, trying to escape the crazed fans behind.

She finally took charge and brought him to her place, a safe haven for the both of them. They went in through the back of the shop, where the stairs to her apartment were easily reached, and went up them, panting. She opened her door with the twist of her key and walked in, setting the sax on the couch. They both took off their now soaked jackets and boots, and the boy sat on one side of the couch. Karen took his coat and hung if up with hers.

“You certainly have a nice place here. Need a lift though.” He smiled, ruffling the wetness out of his hair.

“Before I ask if you want anything, what’s your name?” She asked to his surprise. Had she never seen him before? If could not be possible.

“You have never seen me before? I am on the telly sometimes….”

“That must be why those crazed cheerleaders were chasing you down the street. I don’t watch TV.” She sat down next to him.

“And movies?”

“Only old, romantic ones. I don’t really do many things; music has always been my life.” She shrugged.

“Well then, I’m Orlando Bloom. I’m a little surprised you did not recognize me.”

“I’m Karen Gabrinski.” She shook his hand, “And I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. You want some coffee or something?”

“I’m actually in the mood for hot cocoa at the moment.” He smiled, feeling like a child for asking for it.

“Ok! Me too. I actually don’t drink coffee everyday. My friend does though. So I always have some here for her.” She grinned.

“You are very considerate when it comes to your friends, eh?”

Karen walked into the kitchen, “Well, she’s the only one I’ve got. I’m always so busy, I never have time to do anything.” She paused, thinking of her friend, Eve. “Make yourself at home in there if you really want to.”

He smiled to himself again as he looked around the apartment. It was a small apartment, composed of mainly three rooms. There was a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. Orlando was currently in the living room, looking around. The walls were painted a light blue at the bottom, near the molding. The paint color got darker as it moved up to the ceiling, making it look like a night sky. He imagined that there were glow-in-the-dark star stickers up there, to adorn the night sky. There was a window facing West and the couch was on the southern wall.

A TV center was across from the dark fabric couch and an imitation picture of Picasso’s “Starry Night” hung above the couch. There were two giant bookshelves, on in a corner, and the other next to the TV center. Each one was filled with books and little knickknacks of sorts. Some of the shelves had pictures and photographs of people. There were also framed pictures on the walls and a few potted plants on the floor.

A kitten soon accompanied him on his adventure, mewing and rubbing up against his legs. He sat on the window seat and watched the cat roll along the dark blue carpet. Orlando admired her place very much.

“You having fun?” He was startled by the sound of her voice, by her presence in the room.

“Yes. Your cat has me trapped though.” It rubbed up against his leg again.

She handed him a mug and picked the kitten up, “Sora, you naughty thing you. Stop bothering our guest.” She laughed as the white kitten licked her face and then sat down on the floor to play with him.

“How old are you?” Orlando suddenly asked.

“I’m only eighteen. Why’d you want to know?”

“Well, you live all by your lonesome. I guess I was just being curious, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I know you didn’t. And the reason I’m all by myself is cause my dad died two years ago. He left me all this stuff.” She motioned to the things around the room.

“Do you miss him?”

“I wish he was still alive. I wish he was still here. He was an awesome bassist. I miss him so very much.” She looked at one of the pictures, scratching the kitten’s underbelly.

He sighed, “It’s always rough when you lose a parent. Who has been taking care of you? The bills on this place must be expensive.” He looked back up again.

“Well, for a while my Aunt was watching me. But it wasn’t for long. She’d stay here for a couple of weeks, pay the bills, and leave. Dad and her never seemed to get along much, so I guess she didn’t like me.” She stood up, walking over to another picture frame on the wall, “It was hard.”

“Must be lonely all by your lonesome.”

“But I’m not all by myself. I have Sora and Eve…. And of course the occasional visitor I find on the street.” She smiled, looking back at him.

Orlando took a sip of his hot chocolate. He enjoyed talking about someone else for a change. He had always been rather bored with talking about himself in interviews and whatnot. Being an actor was his favorite job in the entire world, but he honestly did not need the fame.

“And what about you?” She suddenly asked, “You got any family or friends? Girlfriends? Girls you just sleep with for fun?” She laughed at the last suggestion, hoping he knew she was only kidding.

“I have family back in England and some acting friends I work with. Nothing big.” He laughed, “I do have a girlfriend, but we had a misunderstanding this morning, which is why she wasn’t running with me tonight. No girls I sleep with for fun, I’m afraid. I’m not like that.”

She smiled, “Well, you never know. Once you and your girl split up, you never know where you’ll go from there.” She stood up and walked back into the kitchen. Karen placed her mug into the sink, “I hope you know I’m only kidding and you can leave whenever you want to.” She called back.

“I know. I like your sense of humor. You are very different from the other girls I’ve met before. Most of them try to rip off my clothing.” He laughed and walked into the kitchen, putting his mug into the sink.

“What’s her name, anyways?”

“Who?”

“Your girlfriend, what’s her name? I could ask Eve about her tomorrow.” She looked up at him, realizing that she was only as tall as his chest.

“Kate Bosworth. She’s very lovely. I’m glad we are together, and I honestly don’t want to break up with her.” He smiled, contemplative.

Karen looked out the window, “Uh oh. Looks like you’ll be staying the night, Mr. Bloom.” She smiled and pointed out into the swirling mass of snow, “Blizzard!!!”

He frowned then, “May I use your phone?”

“Knock yourself out. I’m gonna go get changed. Be right back.” She left the kitchen and went into the bathroom.

Orlando picked up the phone and called the one person who would know what to do.

[End of Chap. One]
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