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Saga's short tales; Breather	By : Crowesaga Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1461 -:- 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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Title: Breather
Author: Saga Chriztine Pettersson
Feedback address: crowesaga@bloomshotel.net
Rating: PG-13
Characters: OCF, Orlando Bloom, Elijah Wood
Warnings: None
Betad: Lee and Beej
Authors note: From the beginning I did write this one for a whole other story and let it goes under Week 11. I don’t know if I will follow that idea and write a long story, though it is very posibility there will be more short stories that will have with this to do.
Feedback/reviews is very much appriecated
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I written the story (the idea I had) and the people that isn't well-known (stars, actors, actress). I just have written it for my own amuse and fun. For me it is one way to exercise my English and see if I'm good at all to get things together.
Summary: It is a premier for a new film at a film festival or at the film itself in a big town. It is mostly told from the girl...

When I passed Elijah, I bent towards him and asked if he could spare me one of his cigarettes. I felt I really needed one to calm my nerves. I was glad that Orlando didn’t look over or hear us because I knew he didn’t agree with my smoking. Elijah reached into his pocket and handed me his packet, and I made my way out of the theatre.

There were a few people outside, but they didn’t seem to take any notice of me, for which I was grateful. I first went to the ladies room and then outside. It was deserted out there, but that was understandable as the film had started.

The evening was still warm with a light breeze blowing. I decided to walk a little way along the wall away from the entrance. I wanted to avoid the journalists and fans that were still milling around there.

I spotted some steps and went over to sit down on them. I took out the cigarette I felt I needed so badly, knowing it would be the last for several months, if not for the rest of my life. I hadn’t been there very long when I realized I had been spotted. To my relief I recognized the girl who broke away from the crowd. I had met her earlier, and as we talked we realized that we were both members of one of the Internet groups that admired Orlando Bloom.

I nodded in answer to her silent question, and she took a seat beside me. I guessed she was going to ask me a few questions.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you know OB?” she began to ask me.

I took another drag before answering her. “I was trying to keep it quiet as I don’t want the group to know yet.”

“Yeah right, fat chance of that now. Your picture will be spread all over the tabloids, and anyone who’s visited your homepage will recognize you.”

“I know but hopefully they will just think I’m a friend of Elijah and Orlando.”

“But they, aswell as I, will want to know what made Orlando kiss you that way and dance around with you. What did you tell him?”

“That I love him and…” I hesitated, not knowing how much of the truth to reveal, weather or not to divulge what I had agreed to. “I said that I would be his.”

I watched the emotions sweep across her face as the information sank in. Then she turned to me. “Now you’re confusing me. You said earlier that you’re married, and I see you wear rings. How can you be his?”

I looked down at my left hand to the rings she indicated. There were two, but from a distance it looked like one. I knew I had told her I was married and there with my husband, which was the truth. I had to say something not far from how it actually was.

“Okay. You need to promise me that what I’m about to tell you will go no further until it’s official and confirmed by his publicist.”

“Until what’s official?” she wondered.

The look I gave her made her agree, “Yes, okay.”

“I’ve known Orlando since last year. We got engaged on New Year’s Eve, and had a secret weeding in February. So, I’m married, and I am here with my husband, though that still isn’t official. From today it will just be known that we are engaged.”

“Wow.” Her expression was both surprised and still curious. “But there still must be something more to explain about his behavior on the red carpet.”

“There is and it will be known… Not yet, you as everyone else have to wait for it.”

“I have to congratulate you. You’re certainly the luckiest Bloomie of us all.” She turned towards me and hugged me close.

“Thanks so much. Please don’t let it slip out in the group. I’d like to be able to break the news myself.”

“Of course, but I think you should do it soon. You know how fast things can spread and even how wrong things can get.”

“I know, and I’ll probably have to check with Janet before I say anything as I’ll have to break the rule about not discussing his private life.”

I watched her nodding to that. We were fully aware of the group rules, but also knew everyone would want to know the details.

I was relieved that no-one else came over while we were talking. I had kept my eyes on the crowd the whole time and noticed that they were beginning to leave. The few journalists and photographers who still lingered were giving us curious looks though.

I decided I’d had enough of a break and didn’t want to risk being caught outside alone. I turned to my friend, “I think I’d better head back in before I’m missed.”

“Why did you come out in the first place? I wouldn’t want to leave him for a second,” she asked.

“It got kind of weird sitting there watching him on the screen and having him sitting beside me with his arm around me at the same time. It got a bit too much actually, I’m still trying to get used to the fact that we’re together. I’m not sure how long that will take. There were a few other reasons I felt like I needed some air.”

“I would love to be in your shoes for a few hours.” she said dreamily.

“It’s not all fun, and I think it will begin to get worse. I’m talking about the reactions from some of the girls when they find out he’s no longer available. I’m a bit afraid of what might happen. I just hope that we are strong enough to get through it.”

“I have faith in you, I’m sure you’ll make it through okay.”

“Thanks. It’s kind of you to say so, and thanks again for the chat. I’ll mail you when I get home.” I added that last bit because I knew she would be curious about us.

“When will that be isn’t he filming?”

“I’ll get home in about two weeks. Yes, he’s filming right now, but there are a few premiers of the film that we’ll attend, then we’ll have a few days for ourselves before he heads off again.”

“Have a nice time lucky girl.” Again I received a hug from her.

I rose and headed back into the theater. I wasn’t lucky enough to dodge the journalist this time, and they were more prying than the fans.

“Can we get a few words with you miss ….?”

“It depends on what it is.” I thought that if I had a few words with them I might be able to get away a bit easier, and wouldn’t be described as a bitch… or worse.

“What is your relationship with Orlando Bloom?”

“I’m a close friend.”

“What’s your name?” That question I ignored, but was soon thrown a new one.

“For how long have you known him and how close are you?”

“Enough time and that isn’t your business.”

“Please, come on and tell us!”

“I’ll just say this. You all know very well how Orlando feels about his private life. I suggest if you have any questions about it, you would do better to speak with him and not me.” By this time I had reached the doors and was able to leave them standing outside.

As the doors closed behind me, I congratulated myself at having managed to survive my first solo encounter with the press. I almost jumped with joy at the fact that they had managed to get nothing out of me. I had been so unsure as to weather or not I would have been able to control myself in front of them.

It wasn’t too hard to sneak back into the theatre and sink down into my seat again. At once I felt an arm snake around my shoulders and pull me close. I felt a kiss on my cheek and ear. I turned my head to enable me to return them.

When we broke it he asked me; “Do you feel better?”

“Yes my love, we feel better.”

He drew me as close as we could get and placed his other hand on my stomach like a protective shield.. That was one of the things I felt, along with his love.
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