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Just a Girl...	By : tinatinkerbell Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1782 -:- 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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Christina sighed as she collapsed on her large apartment suit in California, feeling as if a large weight has been lifted from her shoulders. Her dyed true blonde hair has been messily tied in a pony tail, wearing grey TNA sweat pants with a black line going down the legs, a white T-shirt which said over the chest,’ Nothing To Wear'. She was Asian, Vietnamese to be exact.

After three years living with her parents to earn the money, she actually saved up to move from the small city of Calgary, to California, L.A. Although she grew up in a wealthy family, her parents 'refused' to help her into the acting career. She rolled over her mattress, sighing once more, never thinking she would ever love being on a bed as much as today. Although she could of moved after she graduated an acting collage in England, her parents haven’t been very supportive of her dream. Once the thought of her parents came to mind, a tinge of stress has appeared in her mind.

'Why can’t you work on being in an office job...' she would hear her mother say in disappointment. 'You won’t make it. One of these days you are going to come back to our home, with out a speck of fame...There is nothing to be proud of, calling you're self an actress, look at Madonna' she imagined her father would say, at the dinner table. Nothing she ever did was good enough. Even going to collage was hard for her, especially when she had to take at least three part time jobs for the tuition. But she was determined, and everyone knew that. She wont come back to Calgary until she can prove her parents wrong. What she needed now was a steady job...

"Come here foxy..." She patted the edge of the bed with her foot, and a little peaches and cream, Pomeranian skipped happily over to the mattress and settled onto the soft bed. She looked around at the boxes which covered, practically, every spot on her hard wood floor of her bed room. "...Now...where are those bed sheets....?" She sighed and rolled of the bed, and glanced at the small dog, which lazily rolled over to her belly area, with a yawn. She went trough a couple boxes. "Why didn’t I label what everything was..." She murmured to herself, with a long sigh.

After going trough at least six to seven boxes, she opened her 8th box, and with fists in the air, she shouted out. "SUCCESS!!!" She grinned, waking the poor Pomeranian. "Awe poor foxy..." She said, hearing the dog whine. She pulled out the bed sheets and dragged them tiredly onto the mattress. "Sleep....now i can sleep..." She murmured happily drifting to sleep.

DING DONG!

Her eyes rolled awake, an annoyed look crossed her face. She looked at the clock on the floor beside her matress.7:00 pm "Not even a minute of sleep! Who would be ringing at this time, why I outta’....Maybe if I ignore it, they'll go away..." She murmured to herself, although she wouldn’t usually be as careless, can you really blame the young woman for being lazy after waking up at five in the morning to carry things out of a moving van? She sighed and lay her head back on the pile of blanket, she had purposely clumped up to make a nice pillow.

DING DONG!

"GAH! I’m coming I’m coming!" She sighed, and rolled off her bed. She sighed, thinking she should find a bath robe but found two reasons not to. One, venturing off to the mysterious world of the boxes, and two, she probably wouldn’t see the person again, so why bother? She opened the door, with a purposely annoyed look. She bet face to face in a tall, well framed man in sunnys. Although she found it odd a man would wear sunnys at this time of night, she shrugged it off.

"Ah, yes. This was forgotten in the hall in front of the elevator? It has you're apartment number labeled." The man said, in an obvious British accent.

"Oh thank you so much!" She smiled and gladly took the box out of the mans hands, and placed it down, kicking it to the corner where the mess of other boxes were sitting. how could she have been so careless? "I’m so sorry for the trouble.." She said, her cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

"Oh no trouble at all..." He smirked, running a hand trough his dark brown hair. Somewhat, he looked very familiar.

"Oh, i should give you my name. I'm Christina Nguyen..." She smiled lightly, trough tired eyes. The man then raised an eyebrow.

"Christina Nguyen?...This cant be, no, Nguyen is a popular last name..." He started, making her raise an eyebrow.
"Did you go to Killington High?" He asked, with doubt in his voice.

"Yes?" She said, and wondered if she knew this man.

"Cursty?..." the man said, taking off his sunnys. Her eyes widened in shock. Standing right in front of her, was Orlando Bloom. She thought she was dreaming. She has not seen this man for years, she didn’t even think for a slight second that he was the man who stood by her door. Who would? And to think, she decided to run out in sweat pants and t-shirt.

"Orli?....Oh my god its been way too long!" She smiled, and gave him a friendly hug, which he gladly returned.

"It really has, and the years have been kind to you, you haven’t aged a bit..." Orlando smirked.

She raised an eyebrow. "...I take offense to that..." She gave a serious look, making Orlando’s eyes widened.

"No I didn’t mean it like that, I meant you are just as pretty as ever! oh now i just..." Orlando started, and put a hand behind his neck, but raised an eyebrow when he heard her giggle. He rolled her eyes. "Haven’t changed a bit...The same trick you pulled when i forgot you're birthday..." Orlando sighed and shook his head. She smiled.

"Please come in! lets not just stand here forever!" She smiled, and invited him in, which he agreed to, stepping inside and slipping off his shoes. "I can see you are just as messy as ever..." He teased, gesturing to the boxes. She rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, very..." She said dryly, and headed towards the kitchen, with him following. She turned on the light, and looked at a small open box on the counter. "Coffee?" She asked, without looking up, hearing the stool being dragged on the stone marble floor. "Sure..." Orlando smiled. She took out the bag, and then grabbed the kettle, filling it up with water from the sink. "So...It seems you win our little bet on who can make it to Hollywood first..." She grinned, and put the kettle over the stove, setting it to a high temprature.

"Oh yes, it seems I did." Orlando laughed lightly, watching her move back to the box, to grab two jade green mugs.

She sighed. "I loose five bucks..." She murmured under her breath. Orlando chuckled, watching her pull off an adorable pout. "It seems you are, but how about you take me to coffee tomorrow instead?" Orlando grinned.

"Hmm...seems fair.....let me see my schedule..." She mimed, grabbing a 'book' and looking trough it. "I shall squeeze you in between tea with the queen, and receiving the key to the lost city of atlantes." She smiled.

He chuckled. "Seems fair..."

She handed him a warm cup of strong black coffee, just the way he likes it. "So, what brings you here to las’angelus?" Orlando asked, as if he didn’t know.

"Isn’t it obvious?" she raised her eyebrow.

Orlando laughed lightly. "Id think you're parents would of held you back from doing so..."

"Orlando Bloom, you must have forgotten something about me. When i want something...i WANT something..." She said, making them once again laugh.

She took a sip out of her mug, feeling the strong liquid flow down her trough. After a while of catching up to old times, Orlando had to leave in short notice. "I’m sorry I have to go, there’s something I have to do tomorrow. We're still up for coffee right?" He asked, with a grin. "Yes, how about that cafe across the street?" She asked, and he nodded. "Sure." He said, and with a quick goodbye.

She sighed and closed the door, walking to the kitchen and putting the mugs in the sink, to be washed in the morning. She walked straight to her bedroom and collapsed on her bed watching the small dog bounce on the mattress. She shut her eyes, ready for glorious sleep. Just then it hit her, her eyes snapping open. She cant sleep...."DAMN YOU COFFEE...." She murmured, trough gritted teeth.
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