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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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3: Orange Clouds Raining (March 21, 2003 to March 28, 2003)

“You need more uumph in your expression OB,” called the director of the production. “I know you’re positively charming as the courageous rogue come to rescue the damsel in distress, but try to remember that playing the villain requires more emotions that are expressed that have deep, hidden purpose.”

It was a well acknowledged fact amongst the teachers and the students at Guildhall that Orlando Bloom was going to make a name for himself--- the only question was when. Not only did he have the talent, he had the looks and the body as well. Everything about him screamed star potential. What added to all those great qualities was that he had the personality that enjoyed the limelight.

“I got it,” Orli answered, shaking his head to clear his thoughts up to get ready to act the scene again. “I’m ready whenever you are, mate.”

The director glanced around and noticed that the rest of the company was weary even if he wasn’t. It’d be best to call it a week. After all, the entire crew had been here working without an extended break for three weeks now. It wasn’t like they were going to get much done anyway with all the cast members ready for a break of any kind. Definitely, it was time to call it a week. “Let’s wrap it up,” the director announced instead. “I expect you all prompt on Monday morning, ready to work!”

With that announcement, the stage bustled with renewed activity as they helped the backstage crew clean up before departing to their Friday night haunts. As was normal for Orli, he headed toward Jilly’s dorm room to pick her up, so that they could ride back to her home. To his disappointment, he found out from her unexpectedly present roommate that Jilly had already left for home.

That caught him by surprise. Usually, he had to intensely urge her to come home with him when he wanted to visit Joanne. Half the time, she refused outright to go back with him. This was definitely the first time she had headed back without him. He actually looked forward to riding back with her. Their conversation was engaging, and he didn’t feel like he had to impress her.

With her, he could do or say anything and she’d accept it without overcritical judgment. That was the beauty of it. He wished that she’d hangout with him more on free nights that he had, but she nearly always refused him. Joanne told him that he could keep trying, but not to be upset because her baby sister was inclined to be introverted.

“Thanks,” he responded, giving her roommate a smile of gratitude before he made his departure. He had no doubt that Joanne was expecting him. Especially since he had rung and told her that he was coming. It’d been three weeks since he’d seen her because of the blasted production. He missed her.

“No problem” her roommate called back, shutting the door after he was out of sight. She turned around and glared at Jilly, who came from out of the closet. “You owe me a favor, Jill, and an explanation.”

Jilly smiled. “I don’t owe you anything, Sarah. I’ve covered your ass enough times,” she retorted. “I don’t need to explain myself to you either.”

Sarah sighed. She couldn’t dispute when Jilly said because it was true. Lots of people complained about bad roommates, but she had no complaints. Jilly was great, absolutely wonderful. She had never let her down, which was more than she could say about a lot of other people. The only thing that other people might have qualms about was that Jilly didn’t talk. A lack of conversation was better in Sarah’s mind than incessant chattering.

“We are friends, Jill, are we not?” Sarah questioned.

There was a pause before there was a response, “We are friends, but we are not friends.” There was a look of confusion on Sarah’s face and before she could ask a question to clear it up, Jilly shifted the focus of the discussion by reminding her, “Aren’t you suppose to be getting ready for a date with an Edward chap?”

Letting out a strangled gasp, Sarah was a flurry of activity as she got ready for her Friday night out. It didn’t take Sarah long to get ready once she decided on the outfit to wear, but that in itself took time. Once Sarah was out the door, it made Jilly realize why she sometimes went back home with Orli as much as she despised it. Because most of the time, Sarah succeeded in getting her to participate in the getting ready as she’d done tonight. Sometimes, she just didn’t feel up to being social.

~

She was a sight to behold even with his weary, bloodshot eyes. She also felt wonderfully good in his arms, holding her reminded him that he had gone for too long without feminine comfort as desire shot up his slender, muscular body. He felt keep disappointment when he felt her draw away from him. “I’ve miss you so much, love. Where’s Jilly? Her roommate said she’d come down already.”

She tried to smile at him but failed more than she succeeded. “We need to talk, Orlando,” she responded instead of her customary ‘missed you too’ line that she normally replied with. The words put him on edge. It was more than the change of greeting that caught his attention; it was that she’d called him Orlando. “Jilly didn’t come. I asked her not to.”

It was ordinarily the other way around, she usually asked her baby sister to come. What the bloody hell was going on? He didn’t have to wait long for her to inform him of what was going on. “I’m not going to try to soften this bit I have to tell you.” She paused for what seemed like effect, but in reality was her attempt to gather what calm and courage she had left. She hated to have to hurt him. “I want to end our relationship, Orlando.”

He wasn’t sure that he was hearing her clearly. She wanted to end things? End things? Not after it’d been going so well; not after he’d been thinking that he was falling for her; not after all that. God, not after all that. It was what, six wonderful months?! What had gone wrong? Nothing! Nothing that he knew of.

“What did you say?” he managed to sputter the words out, though he wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to hear her confirm the obvious trick that his ears were playing on him. But he was almost positively sure that his ears had heard precisely what he thought they had. There wasn’t much else end rhymed with that made sense with the rest of the sentence... bend, lend, fend, blend, ... wasn’t there something else that made sense? Not end... not end, dammit!

She gave him that look he dreaded because there was absolute seriousness on her face. “Our relationship is not working for me. I don’t want to be with you anymore, Orlando. I’m sorry. You can still stay at my house for the night, since you’re here.” She knew that he wasn’t going to take this bit of news well, but he was taking it far worse than she was. She’d been hoping so hard that she hadn’t broken it off too late, but she had. She was always doing that. There was no helping it. She didn’t want to get any deeper with him. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” he responded sharply. “For hurting me? For ripping my heart into two? Sorry for that?” His tone was harsher than he’d meant it to be, but there was no avoiding that particular bitterness. He felt it flooding into his heart, that inescapable pain. It was a misery to know that she was dumping him because--- because what else? He wasn’t good enough; he wasn’t enough.

He didn’t really want to know, but he had to know--- he had to. “What did I do wrong? What went wrong?”

Once he said those words, Joanne approached him and tried to cup his face with her hands, but he backed away from her like she was diseased. There was a brief expression of hurt that appeared on her face; however, she had no reason to reproach him. She could only imagine how he must feel.

“It’s not your fault,” she began in a deceivingly calm voice. “It’s mine.” The look he gave her was easy to interpret. He was listening, but he wasn’t believing. Why should he? “I really do care about you, Orlando. What I want is my independence. It isn’t you; it’s me.”

He didn’t even brother to look at her, instead he brushed past her and decided he had no reason to stay here. The only reason that he came to this suburb of London was to see her. There was no other reason. He should have thought something was strange when Jilly hadn’t been there waiting for him, that something was up between the two Morley sisters.

“Aren’t you staying?’ she called out to him. He didn’t bother to answer her. She didn’t deserve one after hurting him as much as she had. His anger wasn’t limited to Joanne alone though; he was furious with Jilly as well. Why hadn’t she warned him? He thought that they were friends. Obviously not.

~

It was with groggy eyes that Sarah opened her weary eyes to loud knocks and a shouting voice. Who in the world was that? When she finally managed to get out of bed and go to see what was up, she had to blink to make sure of what she was seeing and hearing. What was Orlando doing here at this time of night?

Shaking her roommate and her friend hard, he railed at Jilly with his slurred voice, “You knew! You knew and you let me go there like a fool.”

He continued to shake her violently when Sarah jerked Jilly out of his arms. “You’re hurting her, you ass! Get out of here!” she shouted at him, mad at him for hurting her mate and angry at Jilly for letting him. “You don’t treat Jill like this in my dorm!”

That snapped him out of his alcohol induced antagonism, but that didn’t entirely clear his rage out of his system. “It’s okay, Sarah,” Jilly said softly when she saw the irrational fury fade from his eyes. “Orli, will you listen to what I have to say?” It was a moment before he nodded that he was willing to listen to her. “I don’t know what my sister wanted to say to you until she called me after she told me you were heading back here. She wanted me to checkup on you to make sure you were all right.”

“Why does she even care?” he asked sharply.

Jilly gave him a peeved look before turning Sarah around and pushing her roommate back to her bedroom. “Go to sleep,” she told her. “Orli is fine now, and I need to talk to him. Besides, you need to get some rest.”

Sarah grinned and nodded. “I know when I’m not wanted around.” She gave Orli a hard glare and wagged her finger at him with as much menace as she could muster with her tired body. “If you do anything, remember I know where you attend class!”

That made him break into a small half smile before he wiped it off his face when he glanced at Jilly. No Jilly didn’t resemble Joanne much, but there was the same fair blond hair and pale blue eyes. It wiped his anger away and replaced it with melancholy. He had truly thought that the relationship between him and Joanne was going well, going wonderfully. He was deceived.

~

They sat outside the room in the empty hallway, absorbing the silence for a good amount of time when he broke the eerie quiet to remind her, “You said you wanted to talk to me.”

“I lied.”

He gave her a sharp look and retorted, “You don’t lie. Whatever you have to say, say it. I can take it.”

“I don’t lie? How do you know? Can you read my mind? Maybe, I’m lying to you right now when I say I’m lying but I’m really not?” she countered in a sickening sweet voice. Sometimes, he truly thought that she was the better actress than her sister.

All he had left to do was to continue to stare at her, waiting for her to start telling him what she wanted to say to him. But she didn’t say anything, her power of remaining wordless was far superior to anyone else. Instead, he said, “You are in that sarcastic mood of yours. Are you going to say anything reasonable?”

“About Joanne?” She smiled. “Yes.” She paused and her expression became increasingly solemn. “Joanne has a problem with commitment. You are by far her longest relationship. She has trouble letting herself get vulnerable. She likes to switch boys quite a bit to keep the distance where she wants it. But she really likes you, I almost thought she loved you.”

Almost loved him. So she hadn’t. What a damn depressing thought. Sometimes, Jilly was too blunt for him.

“Even if you aren’t dating my sister,” she began in a more reassuring tone, sensins grs growing depression, “that has nothing to do with our friendship, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

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