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Nothing Left	By : girlquirk Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1567 -:- 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: Stripped Beauty

Joanne had always wondered, had always speculated when her baby sister would soon breakdown from all the pressure that their parents had placed onto her when the kedgeedge she was abnormally gifted reached them. But nothing happened. She had thought Jilly had been close to letting everything get to her when she had come back for a fortnight and not spoken to anyone. But once the break was over, she went back to Guildhall and resumed her studies like normal.

Yet, she sensed something had changed about her little sister. She wasn’t sure if it was the mutt or if it was Orlando that had caused a shift in Jilly. Maybe, it was even both. Not that she talked to Orli, no she didn’t say anything at all to the poor boy, no matter how hard he coaxed her to. She stared at him a good deal though, Joanne couldn’t blame her sister.

He was divinely gorgeous. With his shock of curly brown haid chd chocolate eyes, he was the epitome of the sinfully tall, dark, and handsome man. Her lips curved into a smile of a woman delighted with herself, he was also damn good in bed. It didn’t hurt that he had a ton of patience when it came to Jilly’s rather icy attitude. Joanne wasn’t sure if he was trying to impress her by being nice to her sister or that her baby sister fascinated him. She didn’t think that the latter thought was far off--- Jilly was a mystery beyond a mystery.

Whatever it was, at least Jilly was showing interest in something that was somewhat normal for a girl her age. It was disturbing though to see her staring at Orli for the longest periods of time, absently stroking Maude while the dog tried furiously to grab more of her attention. Joanne shook her head fiercely, was it only strange to see Jilly admiring a man that was a masterpiece because he was her man? Ugh, she was disgusted with herself--- she was jealous of her autistic sister’s interest in her boyfriend!

It was then that the phone conveniently rang and got her focus off her tale-telling envy. “Hello?”

“It’s me, Joanne,” drawled Orli in his confident ‘I know you’re glad to hear from me voice’ that she loved so much. It wasn’t that he was cocky, he was just sure of himself--- something a lot of others guys were lacking. “I’m coming down for the long weekend... want me to bring Jilly down with me?”

If Jilly would go. “If you can get her to come,” she began with reserve. “I know you have some pretty powerful persuasive skills, but my baby sister is unpredictable at best. She’s never actually social, but she can be pretty all right sometimes. Then there’s the case scenario like you saw for yourself a month ago.”

“I’ll work it,” he replied with more assurance than he felt. “And if I don’t work, I have plenty of confidence in Maude’s amazing abilities!” In the background, he heard Joanne chuckling--- he loved to hear her laugh. e goe got to get going, love, if I want to be there at a decent hour of the night. See you soon.”

Once he hung the phone up, he let out a huge breath. First hurdle tackled, now the real challenge began. He had a vague idea where the dorms were at Guildhall, not that he’d stayed in them anyway since there was no policy that a student had to stay in them. He and a mate had rented a flat nearby instead. But he was sure he’d have no trouble finding them. And in the case that he did, a winning smile never hurt in trying to get directions out of a more than willing to be helpful female.

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And he thought Joanne made him nervous, it was nothing like trying to knock on the door of Jilly’s room. He waited at least a few moments before he dared to rap his knuckles on the door in what he hoped was done in a no-nonsense manner. “Jilly?” he called out when she didn’t answer right awa“I k“I know you’re in there! I checked with that witch of a lady downstairs! It’s...”

The door flew open and he was again met with the sight of the fragile looking Jilly. Like every time after the first time that she had seen him, she stared blankly at him. Now, he was used to girls looking at him--- he’d done his fair share of looking at the opposite gender as well, but the lack of expression was unnerving. Joanne insisted it was interest, but he wasn’t so sure of that himself. He got this feeling that Jilly was tryingdissdissect him and study him. It intrigued and disturbed the heck out of him.

“Um...” he began, his anxiety showing a tad, “well, I was going to go see Joanne for the long weekend and I was wondering if you’d like to come along with me? After all, it’s school-wide so there not going to be many people left here. That’s if you want to...”

“You don’t have to be nice to me to get my sister into your bed,” she stated bluntly, shocking the hell out of him. He didn’t know whether to let his jaw unhinge or to grin at her outrageous statement. That wasn’t the end of the astonishing spectacle of her speaking either. “I have ears, I heard you shagging her.”

Damn. The language on that young girl’s mouth was inspiringly coarse. It was pleasing to hear because it meant she had a personality to her, she wasn’t all stone and marble. It was after her second sentence that he knew precisely the respond to make, he smiled--- broadly. And the smile seemed to be infectious because her lips curved for a moment before she suppressed it. Hmmm... restresting. Maybe she wasn’t as emotionless as she appeared.

“I guess if you don’t mind that, you wouldn’t mind going home then,” he remarked, grabbing her aeforefore she could protest and dragging her full speed toward the bullet train that’d take them back to her home sweet home. When they were finally seated on the train, he was able to get a long look at her flushed features. “So the mute girl talks.”

“I’m not mute, you blimming fool,” she muttered, not bothering to stare at him like she normally did. Instead, she faced the window, watching as the train picked up speed and headed in the direction she least wanted to go. She hated going home; she despised it with a passion. Were her parents going to be home?

“What foul language,” he commented with his eyes glittering with bemusement. “I never would have thought that sweet Joanne had such a brat for a baby sister.” He wanted to poke at her now that she was talking, anything to keep her talking. When she didn’t react to the brat statement, he decided to dramatically shift the direction of the conversation. “I didn’t pick you up to be nice so I could get your sister into bed, you know.”

That declaration was met by stony silence. He didn’t want to think that this entire ride was going to be conducted in absolute quiet. What horrible thought. There was nothing more than he liked than chatting with a reasonably intelligent girl, which he knew that she was. Intelligent and interesting. A fan-bloody-tastic combination. “So you decided to zip your lips up, eh?”

Again, nothing. “If you aren’t going to talk,” he warned, “I’m going to do all the talking.” Still, nothing. Well, there was nothing to do but to put his warning into affect. “I’ve got an older sister like you, her name’s Samantha, but everyone calls her Sam. She doesn’t like that too much, but she’s fonder of Sam than Sammy. If you want to get on her bad side, call her Sammy.

“I’m sure that your sister has the some pet peeve you know to get her irritated. That information I wouldn’t mind you divulging.” He glanced momentarily at Jilly’s stolid expression. “I really do like Joanne. I get this feeling about hhat hat a guy gets, you know? You just know that you’re crazy about someone. It’s something about the blood flow increasing to the brain or the heart, something that gets you all excited. That’s how I feel about Joanne.

“I cannot believe I’m spilling my guts to you about your sister. For all I know when I get you home you’ll end up blabbing the whole mess to her and I’ll never live it down,” he commented ruefully. “You wouldn’t do that, would you, Jilly mate?” He gaze her what he hoped was the best puppy eye look he’d learn to use at will at Guildhall.

To his relief, she actually turned to gaze at him. “When I talk to my sister, we don’t talk about you,” she answered bluntly with the intention of hurting his feelings by hinting that he wasn’t significant to be discussed between them.

But he didn’t take the statement as she wanted him to. He was pleased that she’d even given him a vocal answer. “So what do you and Joanne chat about then?” he inquired, his curiosity piqued. “Girl stuff?”

This time she didn’t deem his question worthy of answering only because if she answered, he’d only ask her more questions. She despised the question and answer game, it was the same thing she was put ugh ugh when her pushy parents forced her to go see a therapist. It didn’t work, she was a hard shell to crack when she did not want to be cracked.

He might as well continue on chatting about himself, he figured. “You know I met your sister at a poetry circle, we both were reciting. You meet the best girls at those things. My mates think it’s too girly, but you wouldn’t believe how many hookups I get. They’re all bloody envious of me ‘cause of Joanne. Your sister is really something.”

She nodded, her sister was. She still didn’t know how her parents hadn’t broken Joanne yet. Her older sister was made of hard stuff, harder than what she was made out of. She was breakable; Joanne wasn’t. The day her sister broke, the world must have come to an end.

It delighted him to no end that she had made the nodding gesture which indicated she was listening to him instead of letting his words be a mindless droning sound that accompanied the pretty pastoral scenery they were passing by. “Joanne is like me,” he remarked reflectively. “We’re both bloody adventurous people. I don’t think I could date someone without an adventure streak in them. Then again, I don’t like women that are too pushy. That bugs me.”

“Joanne can be pushy,” Jilly responded. “She’s very independent.”

Yes, that he’d already figured out. That bothered him a bit about Joanne, other than that she was absolutely fantastic. It was just--- he didn’t want to sound all chauvinistic, but he wanted to take care of someone. “I kind of want someone that’s not too independent,” he confessed. “It’s nice to know that someone depends on you.”

She shrugged, not knowing why she was giving him all these intimate details about her sister. But it was for her sister’s own good as well as his that he understood her sister’s self-sufficient personality. It helped to know before things got too deep. “The only person she depends on is herself.”

“Maybe she hasn’t got anyone else to depend on,” he responded thoughtfully, glad that he had someone to confide in that he felt wasn’t going to gossip to the entire world what he was admitting to her. “Your sister has a trust issue, doesn’t she?”

She shook her head. “It takes time to get her trust.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” he asked softly with sincerity. He wasn’t trying to poke fun at her; he was touched that she was responding to him. “I mean, your sister has told me a lot about you, that you don’t open up to people. So why me?”

She didn’t know. I. It felt right, she supposed. He was opening bloody more to her than she was to him. It was a shared thing, she guessed. “I don’t know.”

“I think I know,” he responded with a grave voice that caught her attention. “You need someone that doesn’t expect anything from you except to listen and I need someone that will listen to me.” He paused and grinned sheepishly. “I’ve never been able to have a friendship with a girl, but what do you say--- let’s be best mates?”

“All right.”

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