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Better Days	By : fitzsns Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2553 -:- 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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CHAPTER SEVEN: FAYE
New York City
Thursday, April 3, 2003

My hands are shaking. Hell, my entire body is shaking. I’m still riding my adrenalin high and believe me, I’m putting all that energy into kissing the man who has his arms wrapped so possessively around me. I don’t know what I’m going to do when this ends but just like in South Padre, I can’t allow myself to think about the end. I can only think about Orlando and the night that stretches out before us.
When I looked up and saw them standing there in all their blond-haired, blue-eyed, All American glory, I wanted to disappear. Balzac. That’s a pretty distinctive name for a restaurant. The restaurant itself is pretty damn distinctive. I can’t believe it didn’t click until I saw them standing there. In that split second, it didn’t matter that I looked fabulous and was sitting there with a Hollywood it-boy at my side. For all intents and purposes, I had pulled off a perfect post-breakup meeting. But it didn’t matter in that moment. It’s funny how the earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to.
I know why he kissed me. It was written all over his face before he did but it became something else as soon as his lips met mine. When it was over, I barely knew my name but once again, Gina West managed to ruin the bubble of happiness I existed in- even if this one was smaller than the last. As soon as I heard her voice it was as though it washed over my head, trickled down the back of my neck and flicked my adrenalin switch on.
Despite my initial reaction, I’m glad this happened. I had never had the opportunity to confront Ms. West- or the soon to be Mrs. Hamilton- face to face. The last time I saw her was at Danny’s law firm’s Christmas party. He had disappeared and left me with the 24 year-old wife of a 50 year-old partner who was trying to convince me that it was never too early for plastic surgery.
I had finally managed to excuse myself to go and look for him when I found him and Gina in his office. I’ll give you three guesses what they were doing but you’re only going to need one. Shocked and humiliated, I had taken off. While I had my moment with Danny later that night, I never saw her again. Then, out of nowhere, she walks into my life at the precise moment that I’ve been armed to do battle.
Even if I tell him, Orlando will probably never know what he did for me back there. I really hope he doesn’t think that his only value there was the “moved-on” factor of the perfect post-breakup meeting. Truth is, the only reason I didn’t just tell him, was that I can’t even put it into words. That’s where the “some day” comes in. I kinda like the sound of that.
And now… As cheesy as it sounds- and we all now I’m not afraid of cheesy- now I feel like I could take off and fly. I am kissing a beautiful man on a New York City street in the middle of an April shower. This is what I like to refer to as a “black and white” moment. You know, old movie kinda stuff. Only if this was an old movie, a calligraphic “The End” would be scrawled over a close-up of this kiss and the audience would just assume that we lived happily ever after. I doubt that happily ever after is in the cards for us but… what we’re going to be doing later on wouldn’t be found on the silver screen either. In the morning, I may not think that’s an even trade but right now I do.
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Dennis, Orlando’s handsome driver with the Brooklyn Irish accent (I’m human, I notice and appreciate), drove us back to the Plaza. When he brought the car around, we were in the same position we had been in since we left the restaurant and I could swear I saw a congratulatory look pass between him and Orlando when he got out to open the door. Boys. He brought an umbrella for us as well, but it didn’t matter. We were already soaked… some of us, more than others.
By the time we got to the hotel, it had stopped raining. It didn’t matter though. We wouldn’t be spending any more time outdoors tonight.
“I have to ask you something and I’m going to feel really stupid if the answer is no,” he says to me in the elevator. His voice is deep and rumbly which makes that damn accent ten times as sexy. I remember this very well. Also, he is standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waste and his lips are against my ear as he speaks. I can’t help but feel safe, perfectly nestled against his body.
“Ask away.”
“Remember what I said in the restaurant, ya know, before all the, uh, excitement?”
“You said a lot of things.”
I feel a small burst of air against my neck and I think it was a laugh though he never made a sound. “What I said about driving myself crazy since I met you?”
“Oh, that,” I answer, trying to sound aloof, but the truth is I’m getting that same weird, I-don’t-know-if-I-want-to-know-where-this-is-going feeling that I got when he said it the first time. That feeling is combined with the warm fuzzies I’m getting from his embrace is making my head go kinda numb. Should I be concerned?
“Well, we didn’t really talk about what it meant at the time. We kinda dove into the whole ‘what are we doing’ discussion and I never got to explain what I meant.”
Oh god, do I want to hear this? Yes. No. Wait, what was the question? “Is there a question coming?”
“Yeah, just bare with me,” he said giving me a squeeze that plainly said ‘stop interrupting me’. “Listen-”
“Maybe we should save this conversation until we get into your room,” I said, noting that this endless elevator ride was finally drawing to a close. He tenses a little behind me and I hope it’s not annoyance with my interrupting. I think he was maybe settling into a flow, but if I didn’t cut him off, he’d end up flowing right into the hallway and I really don’t want anyone overhearing this.
I mean, he is a God damn movie star and as much as that fact has been overlooked in our limited time together, I’m not completely oblivious. Anyone could hear this shit and then there could be media leaks and marriage rumors and the next thing you know I’ve got paparazzi camped outside my 20th Century Women Writers class. Are you even surprised I’m overreacting?
“You’re right,” he says, leaning back from me. I’m scared he’s going to break contact completely but he just backs away a bit and pulls my wet hair back over my shoulder before moving his hands down my arms, rubbing gently. This feels good. I hope he doesn’t ruin it with whatever it he’s going to say.
When we get to his room it’s completely different than it was that first night. When he opened the door, I wasn’t immediately pinned against it. Instead, he just asked me to take a seat on the couch and went to the closest to get a blanket. My wet clothes and the hotel air conditioning were not going well together but I didn’t even notice that I was shivering until he wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. I smile at him in thanks and leans in and gives me the sweetest peck on the lips before disappearing again.
I look around, noting that this suite is much larger than the one down in Texas was. I must have an obvious ‘wow’ expression on my face because when he comes back- shirtless, I must point out- he grins at me.
“Yeah, I know,” he shrugs. “It’s way too much just for me but this trip was kinda last minute and this was the only room my assistant could get.”
I laugh and he asks me what’s so funny. “I’m just thinking about living in a world where when this is an option when there’s no room at the inn.”
For a split second, I think he’ll be offended, but he’s not. He just smirks at me. “Yeah, I know. It’s all pretty surreal.” He sits on the coffee table across from me. “I’m lucky.”
I smirk back at him. I don’t know if he’s being modest or what. “Well, I don’t know all that much about your work but Kat swears you’re Errol Flynn reborn. Can’t be all about luck.”
“You’d be surprised,” he says, reaching across to take my hands in his. He rubs them in what I assume is an effort to warm them up but that’s not all he’s warming.
“As a matter of fact, I was surprised Kat knew who Errol Flynn was,” I laugh. I’m kinda nervous. How has he managed to do this to me?
“Seriously, all this stuff, the room, the driver… it’s new. I know what I have and I know I’m not entitled to it.”
That’s good. “That’s good.” The last thing I need in my life is another spoiled rich kid who thinks everything he has he’s entitled to.
He glances down at our hands and then back up to my eyes. He’s serious now. “So can I continue what I was saying before?”
I can drag this out a few more seconds and I’m gonna. “Right. You’re crazy- continue.”
“Okay, I didn’t say I was crazy. I said I was driving myself crazy and there’s a difference.”
Take the bait why doncha. “And what’s the difference?”
“A straight jacket?”
“And what? You’re only half way there?”
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
Normally when someone asks me that question my response is “Have we met?” But in this case, I guess we really don’t know each other well enough for that to be sarcastically insightful. Okay, I don’t think I have any more time to waste. I guess I could if I really wanted to but I’m as curious as I am uneasy. It’s a fatal flaw. “I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”
He takes a deep breath. “I think that after all this build up, what I’m going to say is going to be kinda anticlimactic but… When I told you that I’ve been driving myself crazy, it was kind of an understatement. Since we’re being completely honest, I have to tell you that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. What I have to ask you… what I have to know is… are you feeling any of this too?”
Oh my fucking God.
“I’m only asking because… This never happens to me. The girls that have been in and out of my life have never had this kind of effect on me. I don’t know if I can deal with what I’m feeling if it’s only one sided.”
Um, can I get a witness? I can’t speak. I don’t know if I’m breathing. Let me check. Okay, I’m breathing… but it’s surprising. “Um. I hate to do this to you since you look like saying all that has put you in physical pain, but… I’m not exactly sure what you mean? What are you feeling?”
“Don’t freak out, Faye, I’m not saying I’m in love with you. We’re not there yet-”
Whew… that’s a relief- wait, did he just say yet?
“-but, I like you, Faye. I don’t know where this is going any better than you do but like I said, I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know how to say it any better than that. So? Are you feeling anything like this?”
He’s looking at me with those big brown eyes that are just willing me to understand. I do. I understand perfectly. Have I mentioned that all this time he’s been holding my hands? What is this guy trying to do to me? “Yeah, I’m getting some of that.”
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