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The Student	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4010 -:- 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 14 - Making Up

I did not remain in Orlando’s apartment for very long. I had to get out of there. I couldn’t stay, and not have my heart break again. God, I had been such a fool. Love my ass.

Pushing to my feet, I went to the bedroom and pulled on my clothes, mindful that I was still surrounded by Orlando, and it hurt like hell. I paused, wiping the tears that were coming again from my eyes, and closed and locked the door behind me. With all my luck, the best I could hope was that he had left his keys inside.

The thought made me smile, and I made my way to the street to try and get myself located in this city.

I had one big problem. I had no idea where I was. I had no money. I was lost.

Sighing at my wonderful fortune, i smacked myself for not grabbing one of his tee-shirts and stealing it. The way people looked at me made me want to crawl under a rock and hide. I felt dirty almost, and it was tearing me apart.

Fortunately, luck came in the form of an airplane.

I remembered that the studio was only a little ways from the airport. It never occurred to me that the airport was still three miles away, and that it wasn’t the only airport in the area. I was lucky. I never made it that far.

A red porche stopped on the curb next to me as I was walking. I didn’t want to look, for fear it was Orlando. Much to my surprise, I heard Liv’s voice.
“Laura, get in.” I looked, and sure enough, it was Liv all right. She was wearing her long dark brown wig, and could have been wearing her elf ears for all I knew. Popping the door open for me, she pushed it out. “Come on. We need to talk.”

I was slightly surprised to see the dude from Aerosmith’s daughter trying to give me a ride. A daughter who had been nothing but bitchy none the less, but hey, when you’re lost in heels in a strange country, any help would be appreciated. I walked to the curb, trying not to trip in my shoes. She smiled at me from the black leather interior and I shrugged as I climbed in, shutting the door ‘crisply’ behind me.

She peeled away from the curb. I grabbed onto the arm rest at my side and tensed. She laughed as she weaved expertly in and out of traffic. I still was uneasy about the driving on the left side of the road, but Liv had it mastered.

“Where are we going?” My voice was shaky and tired. This was not my idea of a good morning.

She glanced at me, a smile wrought on her delicate features. “Youe ite it sound like I’ve kidnapped you.” I chuckled uneasily. What if she did? “I’m taking you to Viggo’s.”

I nodded. That makes sense. Liv Tyler is taking me home from my boyfr- well, my friend, to my uncle’s house in New Zealand. God, if Kat could see me now. I started to relax, and leaned back in the plush seats as I watched the world pass by.

The city was out and about this afternoon, and I could tell that it really was a beautiful day. We turned off the main road and onto a side street, where we entered a parking garage that Viggo had used the day before as well. In all, Orlando’s a apartment was two dozen blocks away and in the opposite direction of the studios. If I hadn’t been picked up, I might have ended up somewhere very bad.

I was a bit surprised to be picked up by an elf.

We made our way up and through the building. I was a little shocked to find that Liv knew every route through the place possible. It made me wonder about the actors in this film.

We rode the elevator up to his floor, and exited into the hallway. The door was cracked and Liv pushed inside with out knocking. Viggo was inside, making some sandwiches, but he stopped and glared at me when I entered.

“And where have you been young lady?” He was trying not to be mean. I could tell. But, it wasn’t working. He was really mad. This was a shock as well. I had never seen my uncle mad at me before. I lowered my head. I was having those regrets stronger than ever. “Did you ever think that maybe I would worry about you Laura? Really, I expected more from you.”

I bit back the sob that was building. ‘I thought you understood Laura! I thought that you knew what a career was to an actor! I guess you don't know anything . . . You let me down Laura.’

What was it with men and being dicks at the worst moments ever! I turned sharply on my heel, not wanting to cry in front of Vigg and Liv.

I heard him call my name before I slammed the door behind me. Memories of what my father had told me before I left for home rose in my mind. ‘You’ve let us down Laura. We expected better, not for you to drop out of college and run off to New Zealand. i swear, sometimes you hide behind my brother. You treat him like more of a father than you treat me.’

‘Maybe if you were a father, I wogivegive you the respect that one earns.’

He had slapped me. My own father had slapped me and I had walked out on him. My mother had been crying in the front hallway as I hugged her and left the house to go to my cab. She had cried from the doorway as well, and I turned once before getting into the waiting car. She mouthed the words ‘I love you’ and I waved slightly before leaving.

I leaned back against the door, tears running down my face. This really wasn’t a good morning for me. First, my love, then my uncle. What next, my best friend?

Deciding that I was in a bind, I did the only thing that made sense. I took a bath and lazed about for an hour with my latest trashy romance novel. When my stomach growled and I couldn’t stand to be in that place any longer, I finally ventured out into the main area.

Viggo was gone. Liv was gone too. But, Orlando was there, sitting on the couch, with his head in his hands. Surprise slammed into my stomach like a well placed fist. My jaw dropped and confusion reigned for a full thirty seconds, in which I didn’t breath. He didn’t seem to notice that I was there, so I slowly backed up. I made it to my door before his voice rose, muffled, from the hunched figure.

“Laura.”

I stopped. I didn’t say a word. He raised his head, and I could see the remnants of tears in his eyes, and the angry red marks on his cheeks made me want to weep. I took a step closer. “Yes Orlando?”

He smiled slightly. He stood and covered the distance between us in three long strides, but he didn’t touch me. He lowered his eyes to the floor and twisted one hand mercilessly in the other hand. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself. He tried twice more before he sighed deeply and ran his hand through his hair roughly. I could see the internal battle fighting itself out under neath his skin and in his mind. He was obvious in pair about something.

“Orlando?” His eyes flew to mine and I smiled. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. It was wrong of me.” He smiled back, almost extremely relieved.

“Oh God Laura. I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean all of those things. I was just very mad at myself for missing call, and I was- damn. I’m sorry.” We both laughed in relief as the tension was broken. I reached out and hugged him. All was forgiven.

Two days later, we were practically inseperatable. I went to the set each morning, at about 8 opposed to Viggo’s 5:30 AM call. While I was there, I simple hung out with the cast. Well, except for Liv. She had retained her ‘Holyer-Than-Thou-Art’ attitude and I was fine with that. I didn’t know what spawned the whole bonding attitude a few days earlier, and I didn’t care. I had Orlando.

Viggo had apologized for his words, but he had reminded me that I was in a strange place and it was his responsibility to keep me safe. I assured him that I would be more careful, and call when I was going to disappear with one of his friends for an extended period of time.

I split my time between Orlando and my uncle equally. At night, after the shoot, I’d go out and party hardy with Orlando. And every other moment, I painted, laughed, and visited every restaurant in a ten mile radius with Viggo. It was a great two days. My one regret was that since the fight, Orlando and I never crossed that final line and made it to the bedroom. We slowed our relationship down, and he set his sights on wooing me.

On my second morning in Wellington, he had four dozen roses delivered to the apartment while I slept and imagine my surprise when I stumble out, heading for the refrigerator, and I couldn’t FIND the refrigerator because it was buried beneath flowers of almost every color imaginable. He had left a note, inviting me to join him for lunch.

He was a sweetheart. I can’t deny it.

On the third day, I became an elf . . .

The alarm next to my bed buzzed mercilessly. I groaned, not moving. I couldn’t find the motivation to actually get out of bed. I thought hard. Why was I getting up so early? It wasn’t even light out.

There came a terrible pounding at my door, and I tried to bury my face in my pillow, when my alarm went off, again. Screaming, I shot up, grabbed the alarm, and threw it across the room. “CAN’T A GIRL GET SOME SLEEP WHILE SHE’S ON VACATION!?!?!” I heard Vigg chuckle on the other side of the door and gasped.

I remembered why I was getting up so early! I was going to become an elf! Giggling, I launched myself from the bed, immediately energized and ready to go. Throwing open the door, I hugged Viggo firmly, which surprised the hell out of him, and practically pranced to the kitchen to throw together some chow.

Viggo caught my arm. “No time for food now Sleeping Beauty. We have to be on the set in twenty, and you’re gonna wanna wash and tame your hair for your wig.”

I frowned. “Wig? What kind of wig.”

He smiled. “The itchy kind.” Laughing, he made his way back through the apartment and left me to my own devices. I decided to follow the shower idea and rejoined Vigg 18 minutes later with a tamed mane and clean, fruity-smelling skin.

Once on the set, he directed me towards the make-up crew and I joined about twenty other extras in the application of ears, make-up and wig.

I was a blond elf from Lothlorien. I was the only girl in the bunch, but I had a very important part. The scene in which I was to appear was pretty simple. I didn’t have any lines. I just handed Legolas a new bow and a quiver of arrows. Not much to it.

My dress was very long and very elegant. With flared sleeves and an off the shoulder neckline, what girl wouldn’t. And, it was silver. Not grey or white, but truly shimmering silver material. I raised a hand to my blond hair and pointed ears and smiled. I was living in a fantasy world.

We, the other extras and I, were just standing around, waiting to start when the actors walked in. I wasn’t looking in there direction but the guy next to me elbowed me in the side gently. His name was Jason, he was 22, and he was from Wellington. I smiled. A twenty two year old native.

Anyway, when he elbowed me, I turned. But, never made it full turn.

The tall blond elf walking towards me. He was graceful and full of a seeming inner light. I blinked mutely as somewhere, in the back of my mind, I realized that this was Orlando. This was the Orli that I had never really met.

He was walking with a determinded stride, a small half smile on his face. When he reached me, he ignored the gasps and the laughs of the people around us and kissed me, hard. I gasped as he dipped me low and then back up again.

For the rest of the day, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, which I was reprimanded repeatedly for. Finally, I glued my eyes and the film caught a few shots of the fellowship recieving their gifts, and not a love-crazed elf making goo-goo eyes at Legolas. It was a good day.

That night, I returned to Orlando’s apartment for the first time since we had made love, and fought. We didn’t do anything sexual, simply sat and watched a movie or two, and drank pepsi. Well, maybe we made out a little, but it was just a little. I fell asleep in his arms on the couch, and we were finally, truly in tune with each others emotions.
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