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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10192 -:- 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: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: squishypiglet@hotmail.co.uk
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: Holding Hands with a Vibrant God

Chapter 11

I don’t think hearing Orlando’s admission makes things any easier. He likes me. That part I get. The part I don’t understand is – what do I do now? Pretend not to know? Make ve ove on him? Walk over to them? Let them know I speak French?

None of these options seem to be the right one and I spend a few moments just playing with Jack.

“Vanessa…c’est difficile.”

“Pourquoi ?”

“Par exemple, Eric. Il déteste Viggo. Mais il y a aussi une problème plus grande.”

“Quelle sorte de problème ?”

“Viggo a déjà un ami qui habite avec lui.”

Damn, I had totally forgotten about my god’s uber-paranoid boyfriend. Does Orlando like both of us? And what is this nonsense about me already having a boyfriend? I don’t…oh…he must have heard about Ryan staying with me. Shit. Damage control time, I think.

Dusting off my jeans now covered with sand, I saunter casually over to the bench where the two are still lounging.

“Sorry to interrupt, but Jack is asking for you, Vanessa.”

The graceful woman stretches and heads over to the sandpit without another word, but I can see a hint of a smile on her face as she winks at me. Does she know…? Women really are more intuitive than men, she must have picked up some kind of sign from me.

“Hey, Orlando…it’s a nice day, isn’t it?”

He looks at me out of the corner of his eye and shrugs.

“Yeah, it’s pretty sunny.”

I can’t believe we’re going back to talking about the weather again of all things. We’re supposed to be getting somewhere now that I know he likes me, but nope
“So
“So…did you know my friend Ryan is staying with me?”

Cringe. Yes, that was a very not-so-subtle way of going straight into it. Great move, Vig. It earns me another glimpse from my god.

“I might have heard something from Eric.”

Playing it cool, are we, Orlando? He’s starting to fiddle with the bandana in his lap now. I can tell he’s nervous but he’s trying to hide it. I am not doing a much better job myself.

“Yeah, it’s weird how I bumped into him the other night…”

What a terrible conversation this is turning out to be. Can’t I just cut straight out to the part where I admit I like him too, and then I get to kiss him? Please? It would be so much easier than this!

Orlando just grunts in acknowledgement, hands still pre-occupied with his stupid bandana. I just want to rip the stupid thing out of his hands, turn him towards me and fling those sunglasses off. It would be so much easier if I could look into his eyes, but he’s staring straight ahead at Vanessa with .
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“Orlando?”

I wait until he reluctantly looks at me before taking a deep breath. “Actually, Ryan and I have known each other for years.”

“That’s nice.”

“I haven’t finished yet.”

“Oh?”

“He’s…a good friend of mine and needs somewhere to stay while in London.”

“Oh…”

Well, that’s not an outright lie, so I guess I can get away with thaittlittle white lies don’t hurt anyone.

I think I’ve got Orlando’s interest now and his defences might be coming down because he reaches up and removes his sunglasses. Finally, I can see his eyes again though the hazel flecks aren’t present at the moment because he’s not smiling. He’s looking curiously at me, but I guess it’s better than before, so I push on.

“I used to photograph him when I still did shoots for models, and we kept in touch…so sometimes, we meet up for drinks or a meal.”

I made sure to mention it was just for drinks, and we didn’t just “meet up”…for other purposes. I wonder how dumb this all sounds to him.

My god tries to look disinterested by nodding casually, but I can see he can’t stop staring at me. I think this is just might work out!

“So…we were just friends.”

“Friends? Do friends sometimes kiss?”

Shit. I guess Eric was quite thorough in the telling of the Restaurant Incident.

“Some friends kiss. Friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

It’s still only ‘little white lie’ because friends sometimes do kiss, and we hadn’t seen each other in years…but what Ryan and I shared really hadn’t been a ‘greeting’ kind of kiss. I am deliberately…misleading my god into believing something that isn’t quite true. But I don’t think he’d understand if I went into my divorce with Exene, and how there was always something between Ryan and I. I’ll explain it all to Orlando once I know him better…yes. That’s what I’ll do.

Orlando looks doubtful but looks as if he’s tempted to believe me. I turn on the ‘sad-Viggo-eyes’, he has to believe me!

“Why are you telling me this anyway?”

Okay. This is it. Maybe I should just say it.

“I think I kinda like you.”

Hmm…would have sounded better without the “I think” and the “I kinda”, but Orlando’s biting on his lip to stop smiling, so I stop thinking about my mess-ups and instead, focus on him and what he’s saying.

“I think I kinda like you too.”

Heehee…I’ve received two admissions from him today – I bet that’s a record for anyone, although technically, I don’t ‘know’ about the first one. Too gleeful to think of that now. We’re just looking into each other’s eyes and smiling insanely. It must look crazy to any passer by.

We still have lots to talk about, after all, I still don’t know what is happening with Mr insane Leopard-man who employs a crutch-wielder, but right now, all I do is take one of Orlando’s perfect hands and sit there in the warm afternoon sun, just holding hands with my vibrant god.

TBC...

My crappy French was supposed to read like this:

"Vanessa, it's hard."

"Why?"

"For example, Eric. He hates Viggo. But there is also a bigger problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"Viggo already has a boyfriend who lives with him."

What do you guys think?? I wrote SAP! Should I be ashamed? Hehe...and I don't think Viggo should have done that "deliberate misleading" thing. He's going DOWN...Did I just give the story away? *Pouts* Pretend you didn't read that!!

Hope you enjoyed this, Amy! Thanks again for your reply, it means a lot to me! *MUAH*
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