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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 15 - The Unthinkable

"What'cha doin' Laura?"

I looked up at Orlando from my laptop as he plopped down on the couch next me. I clicked on reply and smiled at him. "I'm checking my e-mail. I'm pretty OCD about checking it at least once every few days." He lit up a cigarette before leaning over and tapping at my screen. He smiled at the colors that rippled outward on the screen.

Blowing the smoke out, he kissed my cheek, then reached for the TV remote and clicking on some soccer. I continued to type placidly to Kat for a few minutes, assuring her that I would love to have her come and visit me in New Zealand when I got home in two days. She needed the break, after the Morocco incident and the break-up. I had known about her break-up with her long time boyfriend, Josh, before she told me. Josh had called me himself in tears. They were both my friends.

Orlando leaned over again and whistled. "You sure type fast. How long have you been playing around with those things."

I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, never slowing my pace. "Things? A computer is not a thing. It a piece high-grade technology that should be treated with care and respect."

He snorted. "It looks evil to me."

"EVIL!" My jaw dropped and I turned my gaze on him completely. He smiled sheepishly before taking another drag on his cig. "Don't tell me you don't like computers." He shook his head, still smiling but now a little meaner. "I live for computers."

"I don't know what it is. They just, seem a little, oh weird. The whole world is all about the computers. We all live on the computer practically, and everything revolves around them. Do you remember Y2K? That was pretty scary, since we, New Zealand I mean, were one of the first countries to change time. Now, that was creepy. There were no airplanes in the sky, and it was silent on the streets."

I nodded. I remembered the plane-less night well. It was the night that I learned about drinking too much than puking all over the place and how fun it wasn't.

"Yeah, anyway. I think the human race puts too much emphasis on computers and the 'Internet'. Have you seen some of the stuff they have on the Internet? It's scary."

I smiled devilishly. "Like what Orli? Stuff about you? Are you afraid there might be an Anti-Orlando site somewhere on the World Wide Web?"

He grimaced. "Bloody Hell I hope not. I don't think I could handle that."

"Do you wanna find out?" Still grinning, I opened a new window and typed in the altavista URL.

"No, I don't wanna know. No, please don't do that." He pleaded with me not to type his name in, but leaned in closer all the same. Pressing enter, we both waited breathless as the computer buzzed than popped up with a very humorous screen.

'Orlando Bloom as Legolas the elf'. "Look, only the official site for Lord of the Rings, and that's it. Nothing else!" I swear he sighed with relief. I clicked on the site just for fun and read the bio on Orlando. "It says you're 5'11." I shoved him lightly in the arm. "Stand up."

"No!" He playfully shoved me back and I laughed as I continued to read.

"Ooo, Legolas is a wood elf from Mirkwood. That sounds kinda ominous, don't you think. Murky forests. Hmm, maybe you're one of those pervie tree worshippers who dance naked and sing songs to the Tiki Gods." We both busted out laughing, and I had to click off the site. Calming ourselves, I decided that we should check out Yahoo! Clubs. There is always a fuub tub to check out there. But, like AltaVista, the only one that showed up was Lordoftherings.net. "Hmm, maybe I should start my own page. 'What he's like . . . Really like . . . Orlando Bloom, age something or other-"

"23." He added, getting in on my joke.

"Age 23. Sexy as hell, and great in bed." I winked at him. "Likes whacking innocent, unsuspecting women on the heads with his hand when he's snogged."

"Hey!" he protested. "That was an accident. And besides, you are not innocent! If I remember correctly, you were just as, if not more, smashed as I was." He was practically having an asthma attack he was laughing so hard, and it was getting difficult for me to breath through the giggles.

"No I wasn't! I was trying to help and you just off and whack me!" I was laughing very hard by now. Orli was collapsing on top of me and I caught my laptop just as his head was about to push it off my lap. "Hey, watch the technology!" He smiled and I set the laptop off to the side to keep it safe. He sobered as he realized just where his head was and just where he was looking up too. He gazed up into my eyes, and my own we pulled into the deep pools of brown.

"You're beautiful Laura. Have I ever tolu thu that?" I shook my head, running a hand down the side of his face. "Well you are. I think I could spend all day looking at you."

Smiling gently, I lowered my mouth to his and kissed him. "I think I could say the same for you. You're the most beautiful man that I've ever met. You've got an almost ethereal quality on and off the set. It's like you carry around a part of that elf with you where ever you go."

He chuckled. "Vigg told me the same thing, right after I addressed him as Aragorn."

I deadpanned. "He called you beautiful? Jeez, I'll have to have a talk with him."

"No, he did not call me beautiful. He said that I had partially become Legolas. That I was part elf on the inside."

"Well, I think that's just because of some marvelous acting. All of you guys are great." I snarled a bit. "Even Liv, I have to admit."

He laughed at the face that I made. "Hey, she's not that mean. She came and got you after our figh-" He stopped, and looked away. We hadn't talked about the argument since we apologized. There was something about it though that had been nagging me for the longest time.

"How did Liv know where I was and why did she come and pick me up?"

He sighed, deep. "Well, Vigg sent her."

He paused extendedly, not saying a word. I jiggled his head a bit with my knee before he finally took the hint and continued. "After I got to the set late and was berated by five different people, Vigg took me aside and asked about you. I told him that we had spent the night together as . . . gently and as uncle-sensitive as possible of course, and then I told him we had a fight. It was practically lunch by then, and I was pretty torn up so him and me took off early. Liv followed us because she was genuinely concerned about what had happened to me and wanted to know what was up. I told her too. I hope you don't mind." He looked up at me beseechingly and I shook my head. "She was mad at me, then mad at you. But, she was more than happy to drive over and pick you up and bring you to Vigg's so we could talk. As she put it, 'I've seen the way you look at her. You're like a love sick puppy dog and this is the perfect chance to get over that bitch of a model you were dating.' She didn't like my fiancée very much."

"That's another thing. Is she just always bitchy or does she have a reason?"

He smiled up at me as I frowned down on him.

"It's Kat."

"Kat? My friend Kat?" He nodded. "She doesn't even know my friend Kat. The only one on the set who does is Vigg, and he honestly scares her so much that they don't mingle too much."

"She knows of Kat. That's why she broke up with her boyfriend."

I shook my head, bringing a hand up to cradle my temple, which was starting to ache badly. "Kat doesn't steal people's boyfriends. Besides, if she had done what you said, I would have known about it. I am her best friend after all."

"Does the name Joaquin Phoenix mean anything to you?" It all came together in one blinding moment of horrifying truth. So that was who Kat had had an 'affair' with. "I can see you recognize it. Joaquin was Liv's boyfriend, before Kat broke them up."

I recalled the sound of the sobs over the phone when Kat had called me long distance from Morocco, where she had been working on a new film called Gladiator as the head horse trainer. She had cried about how some Hollywood bitch had openly railed on her for sleeping with one of the stars, Joaquin Phoenix. Kat had said that they were just friends, and the girlfriend was way out of line and suspicious because Joaquin didn't have time for her. The girlfriend had been hurt, and was just striking out in anger.

All this was amazing. For the last year I had wondered who the 'Hollywood Bitch' had been, and now I knew. I was just surprised that Liv connected me and Kat as friends, since that was the only movie she'd worked on, and I had never really been deep in the Entertainment industry.

"Earth to Laura. Laura, if you're in there, answer me." Orlando pinched my cheek and I squawked as I came out of my thoughts. He laughed and then rubbed my cheek lightly with the back of his fingers. "Sorry, you weren't responding to normal stimulus."

"It all makes so much sense now. All this time, I've been mean to her for abso-fucking-lutely no reason. God, I'm the bitch." Orli sat up and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"No, no, she shouldn't be mad at you for Kat's mistake. After all, you weren't the one who slept with a guy who was taken."

"She didn't sleep with Joaquin. They were friends." Orli nodded half-heartedly. "If you don't believe me, fine, but once you meet her you'll know that she could never, and would never do something as despicable as steal someone's boyfriend. That's a major no-no in the Girl Handbook."

He sighed. "If you say so, I'll believe you. Liv is my friend, but she's nothing more, which is what you are . . . I hope?"

I giggled at the sheer absurdity of his question. "Of course I am Orli. You mean a lot more to me than just a friend. So much more."

We sat in moderate silence once again and just gazed at the other. I was so lucky to have found someone like Orlando. I heard the TV say something about the Manchester United and simultaneously, our eyes flew to the screen. My favorite soccer team, the United, was playing a match against Liverpool, who was a formidable adversary. I wasn't worried. Man U had a lot of championships under their belts and they were doing well.

Once the advertisement for the game ended, both Orlando and I leaned back unconsciously. He laughed. "So, you're a big United fan huh?"
"Yeah. Always have been." He smiled and we lapsed into more silence. There was a click of a key in the door as it was unlocked and a swoosh as it was pushed open. Orlando and I both turned and looked over our shoulders.

Lij pushed into the apartment with a stupid grin plastered across his face. "Hand Check!" We laughed as he pulled off his coat and threw it over a chair in the hallway. "What's up guys?" I smiled at his voice, and his fledgling Kiwi accent that I had noticed on Friday as well.

He came and stood behind us. "We're just watching the Tele." Lij nodded at Orli and stared off into the distance.

"So, what's up Lij?"

The younger actor grinned and vaulted over the back of the couch, landing next to me. "I thought you'd never ask!" He was excited and started to talk very animated. Orli and both leaned in naturally. "I found it Orli."

"Found what?"

"Alright!"

We spoke at the same time, me voicing confusion and Orlando voice excitement as well. I glared as no one answered me. I repeated my question louder. "Found what?"

Orli giggled. "You'll see. Something that will be the greatest and funnest thing you will ever do!" He turned to Elijah. "So, when can we go?"
jah jah smiled evilly. "Right now."

"Now?" The former nodded and Orli yelled in exuberance, jumping up from the couch. "All right!" He grabbed my hand. "Come on. We're going to go have some fun."

I shook my head as he pulled me up. "What? What kind of fun? Is it illegal fun because that's just not cool with me."

Orlando shook his head and started to pull me towards the door, with me resisting slightly. "NO. It's nothing illegal, and it's been proven safe repeatedly. Come on Laura. It'll be fun. I promise."

He stopped at the door as Lij smiled at me from behind him and nodded encouragingly. Turning a pleading eye down on my face, he made the puppy-dog face. "Please, just trust me."

I sighed. 'SUCKER!' I told my conscience to can-it, and nodded, following the two men out the door. "Fine. Let's go."

The whole entire world was spread out below me. I was in the clouds almost. The wind was strong at such a height and the canyon below me was dry and dirty. I shivered unconsciously and stepped back from the edge. The cord at my feet protested by staying firm and not moving, and I almost fell when I tried to push it out of the way. My vision reeled and I looked around wildly for someone familiar to latch on to.

There were ten people or so on the platform. All of them were comfortable with the fact that we were standing on a bridge with a missing piece of railing, 134-m off the ground. They, of course, had bungee jumped before.

Orli came bounding over when he saw my little fight with the cord and placed a hand reassuringly on my arm. "You don't have to jump if you don't want to. I don't want you to force you to do anything you don't want to do." I nodded, swallowing back the fear threatening to consume me.

"I said I'd do it, and I meant it. But, only if you jump with me like you said you would."

"And I will. I'll be right there next to you, feeling the same rush that you do." I nodded and closed my eyes as the feeling of vertigo clamped itself to my stomach once again.

I felt another hand on my shoulder and turned my head, opening my eyes. Dom smiled cheerfully back at me. "Are you ready Laura?" I nodded weakly, not even bothering to try a smile. He laughed at my exuberance, or lack there of. "Well, it's time."

The head bungee guru came over, and gave us our last minute instructions about what to do when the cord tightens and reminding us how we were getting down. He turned to me. "And just you remember. All my equipment is safe, and the best thing for you to do is to not panic. Nothing bad will happen. Just take a deep breath, okay." I nodded, memorizing his instructions.

Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself that I wasn't going to die. Orli took my hand and we stepped to the edge together. The sheer height of the bridge was enough to make me die of fright and now they wanted me to jump? He squeezed my hand and I looked over at him. "Are you ready?" I nodded again. "Okay, on my count of three, alright?"

Nodding again, he let go of my hand and took a few steps away so we wouldn't collide mid air. I heard my new movie friends cheering me on in the background. Looking out over the distance, I was struck by the immense beauty of the land. It was only 2 in the afternoon, and the sun was high in the air, giving the land an intensely bright disposition. I heard Orlando count one.

There was an eagle, somewhere off in the distance. I heard him. My eyes sought him out and I saw him, soaring high over the pine trees. I heard Orlando count two.
The simple beauty of the slow arching and swelling moves of the bird struck me as the most beautiful movements ever. He was graceful on the air. I looked down. I could be graceful too. I could soar. I heard Orlando yell three to my right, and acted on every crazy instinct I ever had to fly and jumped.

My swan dive was graceful, something borne from five years as a three-m springboard diver. But it was more instinct and instinct was also telling me to scream. Scream I did. My stomach was somewhere around my heart and my heart was in my throat. This was the scariest thing I had ever felt. I couldn't take my eyes off the ground as the air rushed past my falling body and I was chilled. The brown and red rocks below me came faster and faster, and my legs resisted the feel of the cords. I didn't feel them there anymore. The panic came in a big, black wave, and I fought hard to push it away and fight for the light.

Orlando was farther down than me, mainly because he weighed more and fell faster. He wasn't stopping either. The horrible image of two bodies lying bloody, mangled, and dead at the bottom of the canyon flashed through my mind.

Then, I felt the cord start to stretch and slow my progress. My body went limp as the backlash tore through the cord, and straight through my own body. It was a wild, jerking ride, and then I was blasted back up. This was worse than going down and my stomach protested violently. I let out a piercing scream and I heard Orli laugh to my left. He was doing front summersaults on the way back up. I groaned and then screamed again as the ground started rushing back at me. Like before, It wasn't fully reached and I went back up. We bounced a couple times more before the ride was over, and we were returned to the ground.

As soon as the harness dropped from my body, I fell to my knees in glorious repose. I was alive! I had made it! I had gone bungee jumping! I couldn't wait to tell Kat.
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