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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 2 - Meeting Orlando . . .

I woke again at about 3 PM to the sounds of men laughing. The laughing was coming below my bedroom from what I assumed was living room. Rolling to the side of the bed, I pushed away from the comfortable mattress and stood, stretching out my still fatigued limbs. 13 hours of sleep had done wonders, but to my body, it was 3 in the morning. The beautiful sun streaming in through the white curtains said otherwise and I knew I would be jet-lagged a lot longer than needed if I didn't try to change my clock. I threw on a pair of jeans and tee shirt and made my way down stairs.

Once out of my bedroom, I traveled down a fairly long corridor. It was a bright space, with half paneling in what appeared to be cedar on the bottom of the walls and the tops of the walls painted off white. A dark green rug covered the aisle of hard wood floor and was incredibly squishy beneath my bare feet. Outside of my room, therre tre two doors to the east, another doorway (which I assumed was Vigg's room) to the right of my room, and the stairs at the south end.

This put me in the closest room to the steps leading downwards, which was a comfort to any true horror movie fan. I laughed as I skipped lightly down the curved pink marble steps with my left hand lightly resting on the banister. This wasn't a condo; it was a house. At the bottom of the stairs, I turned to the left and made my way through an impromptu dining room and the kitchen and entered the living room almost silently.

Viggo was sitting on a couch in front of a big screen TV with another guy. Both had their backs to me, but I could tell one was my uncle from the long hair he now sported to keep in character. I liked it. He has a funny shaped head and the buzz cut from one of his last movies didn't look good on him. The man next to him was pretty skinny and had a Mohawk. From the back, he reminded me of this skater kid I had dated in twelfth grade. He was a sweetheart, but went to art school in San Francisco.

I cleared my throat and Viggo turned, although the other guy kept staring at the blank TV in front of them. "Good morning- I mean afternoon- Sleeping Beauty." As if on clue, I yawned and stretched again for effect.

"Damn Skippy it's afternoon. Feels like it's 3 in the morning though. I want to just fall back in bed." Feeling two sets of eyes following my movement, I walked slowly around the couch and collapsed into an easy chair to the right of the couch. Viggo reached over and smacked my knee lightly.

"Just like your father. He used to sleep till noon every chance he got." I didn't look up. I didn't want to talk about my father. Instead, I pretended to clean my nails. "How is your father by the way?"

I glared up at him in silence before my glance slid over to the man sitting to Vigg's left. And my heart stopped in my chest.

There really were no words at the time to put into print what reaction to the guy I felt, but it was something along the lines of astonishment. He was thin, and pale, but that wasn't a turn-off. Neither were the tear stains dotting his cheeks and the skin around his eyes. He had been crying, hard, and I didn't know what to make of it. He had two different colored eyes as well. A dark, rich brown eye and a clearer blue eye. Both were quite intriguing, but I didn't know what to make of him. I caught his eye and held it.

Viggo noticed my distraction immediately and frowned. He said, "Well, since I'm not gonna get an answer about my dear brother, I might as well introduce you two." The man was almost staring at me, until he realized what he was doing and looked away. I did the same thing as well, looking until caught. He was so . . . beautiful. Not at all like Skater Mike from my senior year. Vigg motioned to me. "This is my niece Laura, Orlie. Laura, this is Orlando Bloom . . . AKA Laigolas Legolast from Lord of the Rings."

I blinked, as if being brought out of a trance, and remembered my manners, kind of. "Um, hi. It's nice to meet you Orlando."

He nodded, but didn't say anything. You could tell that the guy was torn up from something, but how bad it was remained a mystery. We all sat in an almost uncomfortable silence for a minute or so before Viggo saved us all. "Well, now that you two met, I think I need to have a chat with my niece real quick like. Excuse me for a second Orlie." Orlando stood and shook the hand I offered to him. Viggo scowled at the wait and I could tell he wasn't happy with my interest in his co-actor.

"It was good to meet you Orlando. I hope I see you again soon." I said. The innuendo was not lost of the man and he smiled and he wrapped his long, elegant hand around my trembling fingers.

"Call me Orlie, and I hope to see you again soon also." His voice was thick with an English accent and I shivered unconsciously. He let go of my hand as soon as he finished his sentence and sat back down, a small smile gracing his beautiful, yet tragic, lips. Viggo cleared his throat and I followed my kin out into the large kitchen.

He was pulling out a couple of Pepsis when I entered, leaning against the counter.g hag handed me a can and popped open his own while mirroring my position along the edge of the counter. "He's a cutie. Where did you find him and can I keep him?" I tried to make my uncle laugh, which normally wouldn't be a hard task, yet today it seemed nothing could lift his foul mood.

"Leave him be Laura. That's the guy I was telling you about. His fiancée dumped him yesterday. He actually slept on the couch down stairs last night."

Viggo continued, but my mind had stopped processing his words. Orlando was the one who had been sleeping on the couch and I hadn't realized? How could I have been so stupid? I missed a perfect opportunity to meet the most amazingly gorgeous man eve-

"Laura? Earth to Laura?" I blinked and was brought cruelly from my thoughts. I shook my head and tried to peer through the mist at my uncle. "Did you hear anything I just said?"

"No." I grinned sheepishly and he raked a hand through his long hair, which looked great on him, and made an agitated grunting noise. "Sorry, I was . . . distracted." I offered another sheepish smile and he frowned at me.

"He's off limits Laura. For now. Give him a little bit before you throw yourself at him or anything." I nodded and took a sip of my pop. This was completely undersableable. The guy had, after all, just broken up with his fiancée. That was not something that could be taken lightly. "Anyway, I was saying that I just wanted to talk for a few and find out what your plans are for today because I'm not sure if I can do anything with you. You know, I need to be there for Orlando right now and things are just-" He stopped and threw his hands out in front of him in defeat. "They're just crazy. God. This is not how I wanted to spend my week off."

He lowered his hands and peered at me from beneath his long bangs. Jeez, he had more bangs than I did, and my hair was not short at all. "Yeah. I dunno. I was just going to unpack and hang out up stairs; see if I can't get my body thinking in the right time zone."

"Good idea." He said. "If you need a few hours to veg, go right ahead, but tonight, I'm taking you out to the Crow's Nest, Auckland's finest dining. So, shower and do whatever. Hey," He lost track of what he was saying and went off on another topic. "Are you hungry?"

I rubbed my stomach. "A little. I can hold on for a while, as long as we eat by 7 or 8."

Vigg pushed away from the counter and walked over to a fridge. Pulling open the door, he let me see that it was in fact packed with food and drink. "Well, if you feel the urge to snack, you can. Everything in this house is open for you to use."

I smiled. "Only the best for me, right?"

"Right." Chuckling, het tht the door and walked to me. Placing a hand on my shoulder, he lowered his head to look into my eyes. "I'm very glad you're here Laura. You have no idea how much I've missed home." A tear came to my eye.

"I've missed you to Uncle Viggo." We hugged tightly. He was my favorite uncle after all, and he had already abandoned me for over six months. Parting he patted my head like I was three and made his excuses as he left to go talk to Orlando some more.

I smiled into thin air. He was a great guy. The best uncle a girl could ask for. After all, he was putting me up for a year while I was schooled here. What a hell of a birthday present. I picked up my pop and carried it back to my bedroom to catch a catnap before dinner.

At 5:30, there was a knock on my door just as I was getting out of the shower. I stepped out of the bathroom onto the soft white carpet of my new bedroom with a towel wrapped around my frame. I assumed it was Vigg and shouted for him to come in as I entered the closet I had finished loading with clothes only 15 minutes prior.

He opened the door and closed it quietly behind him, shuffling almost into the space before the door, and at the foot of my bed. "Just hang on a sec. I'm pretty naked and I need some clothes before I deal with you." I heard a chuckle and froze. Viggo Mortensen was not in my bedroom. Someone younger and British was in there. My head popped out of the door and I almost 'eeped' in surprise. It was Orlie! And damn did he look good!

He had abandoned his earlier tee shirt and jeans for a pair of sleek black slacks and a dark blue button up which only emphasized his lustrous black hair and pale skin. Thankfully, his back was to me, so I had time to pull my head in before he could see me. I took a deep breath. I was acting like some 16-year-old love struck teenybopper. I cringed at the analogy and quickly pulled on my clothes for the ni Mak Making a grand entrance, I whisked myself out of the closet and into the bedroom. Orlando turned as I greeted him, but his smile quickly faded into worry as I tripped on the shoe that I had forgotten about and fell forward.

He was quick on his feet and managed to slip an arm around my waist before I got much better aquatinted with the carpet. Cursing my clumsiness, I stood up as fast as he would allow. "Thanks. I am ALWAYS tripping over stuff. Everywhere I go, I spill something or drop something or fall on something." I tried to brush it off but he just laughed.

"It's okay. Everyone has their moments." His voice. Oh, his voice. It was so crisp yet so informal. Like he was eternally on pot or something. I could tell that he wasn't though because those people always smell like marijuana, no matter how much they wash or how much cologne they use. "Viggo sent me up here to check on you and see if you're ready for di." ."

"You're coming?" My voice squeaked out and I cringed as soon as the words passed my lips. I was not expecting Orlie to be joining us.

"Yeah." He ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head, a gesture that would become almost as familiar as his smile. "He didn't tell you we were coming?"

I face faulted. "We?" I deadpanned.

"Yeah. Me and Viggo and Ian have been planning on going out for dinner for a while when we were all off from filming for a few days. Vigg dropped the news of your arrivalew dew days ago, but it's cool. I'm glad you're coming." He grinned cheekily and I stuck my tongue out at him before I mentally checked myself and asked, "Ian?"

"Ian McKellen. He's Gandalf. Really cool. He gets a beard and a pointy hat. I get blond hair and pointy ears."

"BLOND HAIR!" It popped out of my mouth before I could stop it and I clapped a hand over my lips to keep from laughing. Merely thouthought of Orlie with blond hair was enough to make anyone laugh. Or so I thought. I, of course, would eventually be proved wrong. After composing myself and taking a few deep breaths, I looked back at him. I was surprised when I finally noticed his eyes. "Hey! You've got brown eyes now! What happened to the blue eye?"

"Oh," he waved his hand in a dismissive manner. "I got my bad news on the set and I forgot to take out one of my contacts. In fact, I was wearing my ears last night too, but I took them off this morning." I found it interesting, the thought of Orlando with blond hair and blue eyes. I shook my head and tried to focus on the situation at hand.

"Alright. Well, I've got to dry my hair and put on some make-up before I'm ready." I ran a hand through my still damp and annoyingly slightly wavy hair. "Tell Vigg that I'll be down in 15."

Orlie grinned again and turned on a dime to exit my room, opening and closing the door so quietly that if I hadn't been watching him, I would have never known that he had left. This disturbed me. He seemed to have so much energy, yet it appeared as though he was holding it inside of himself. This wasn't healthy and I felt my first twinge of concern for my new British friend.
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