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Cyber Love	By : MistressKat Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1762 -:- 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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When the sun hit my eyes, I realized that I fell asleep on the couch. The events of last night were a blur. I remember getting to Los Angeles with Angie. I remember leaving for the party … Orlando. It came back to me in a horrible flash. I remember Johnny telling me how bad off he was. I knew he like her, maybe even loved her, but I never thought he would be so crushed. I slowly got up from the couch and looked around the room. His home was full of music, CD’s and posters of artists. He had lots of DVDs surrounding a large television. I then saw his laptop in the corner of the room on a recliner. I thought about him sitting there writing to me … pouring his heart out. I started to get up from the couch and I realized how much pain I was in. That was one thing that Orlando and I had in common … back surgery. Of course, mine wasn’t as traumatic as his, but we both felt the pain. I got up and began to walk towards the hallway. The house was silent. I could tell that he had not gotten up yet. I walked to the kitchen and started to look around for food of any sort. He had not shopped for a while. I decided that I could help by cleaning up the kitchen. Maybe I would find food that way. I was so into cleaning the dishes that I did not notice someone coming into the kitchen.

“How bad was I last night?” he asked. He sounded beaten down. I wanted to hold him and tell him that things would be all right but the atmosphere in the room was strange, almost suffocating. I turned and looked at him. The bags under his eyes were as dark as his chocolate eyes. I walked over to him with a cup of coffee and sat it on the table. “Bad, Orli. Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was?” He sat down at the table and sipped the coffee. I sat across from him afraid that I would sound judgmental if I said anything. We sat in silence. “I guess I did not want to bother you.” I touched his hand and his eyes met mine. “You would never bother me, Orli. I am always there for you. I thought you knew that by now.” He played with my silver Celtic ring on my hand. He seemed so tired of everything. He sighed, “I know, Kat. It was so hard the last couple months. The only relief I got was when I talked to you every night. I knew you would understand but I also did not want you to think I was a mental case.” I squeezed his hand tightly which made him look at me again. I smiled and said, “I know you are a mental case. That is why I love you. We have to stick together … being mental cases and all.” He laughed. His laughter melted my heart and body. I know it was wrong but it did turn me on. It made me feel loved by someone very special.

“So, how long are you staying in LA?” Orlando asked quietly. He looked up at me and I could tell that the question was more of a plea. “I am staying until you don’t need me anymore.” He laughed again … God that laugh. “That could be forever.” I looked at him. How could someone who was so hurt hide it so well that they can make the world happy with just one look? I knew that he needed some love and care the next few days. “Ok Ok! I get the point! Let me check in with Angie at the Hyatt. I can do some writing here as you get some rest … No working or partying Orlando! REST! 1st thing though, we need some food in this house.” He got up and walked over to me. He grabbed me into a tight hug. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You can stay in the guest room. In fact, I am demanding it! I want you near me. Is that ok, boss?” He tickled my neck with his growing stubble. I giggled and squirmed out of his reach. “Only if you shave that face.”
After a shower, Orlando emerged as the person I grew to love online. He smiled as he saw me waiting in the living room for him. I was wearing my favorite jeans and my Oriental silk halter top. I threw my hair into a quick French twist but several strands hung free around my face. He walked over to me and held out a hand. I grabbed his hand and used all his strength to get up from the couch. “Kat, you shouldn’t have slept on that couch. It is a killer of backs. Why didn’t you sleep in the guest room last night?” I straightened my back and cringed a little. “I really don’t remember falling asleep. I was too worried about you.” He kissed my cheek and led me out the door. As we waiting in the elevator, he massaged my lower back.
He was so cute in the grocery store. We wandered from aisle to aisle looking for all his favorites. He told me that it had been a while since he had a home cooked meal. I reminded my Orlando that being Italian, I loved to cook. It was decided that it would be Italian tonight, a movie, and an early night. All the time, he walked close to me. He would massage my back or tickle me. I noticed that Orli was loosening up. I hoped that maybe I made him forget about the pain at least for a little while. “So Kitty Kat … what is for lunch?” I looked across at him in his black car. His hair was playfully flying in the air. “I am making Italian tonight … so I would like a good fish taco. Any ideas?” He smiled and turned the corner to the beach. “Your wish is my command my Kitty Kat.”
Orlando drove us to a small Mexican stand. The man waved at us. It seemed like the man knew Orli. I was amazed how charming he could be. He smiled at the families on the boardwalk that watched us. I expected little teeny boppers to scream his name, but they stayed at a distance. When he smiled though a few girls came over. Orlando signed a few autographs and had pictures taken. He took it all in stride. I was amazed that he was so professional but also approachable. The girls loved it. He then whispered into a young girl’s ear and she looked at me. She smiled and then they all ran away. “What did you say to her?” He smirked and leaned forward. He held me close and then whispered in my ear. “I told her that I needed some time with my girl.” He kissed my cheek that was turning flush by the comment.
We sat on a secluded part of the beach and ate our tacos. Orlando sat behind me and blocked the harsh wind. He talked about what has been going on. He felt crushed but not so much about her leaving. “I feel like whenever I get close to someone, they end up screwing me in the end. I look at Johnny and Vanessa … I want that. I want to be in love with my best friend. Is that too much to ask for?” I thought about it. I felt the same except for the fact that I was in love with my best friend. “That is something everyone should strive for. She probably wasn’t ready for that type of commitment. You are talking about a life-long relationship. That can scare people.” He pulled me closer to him. “If I would have met you years ago, I wouldn’t be hurt right now.” I jumped up and kicked sand at him. “Who says I would want you? You are a mental case!” Orlando jumped up and ran towards me. I ran into the surf and splashed cold water on him. He laughed as he grabbed me. “You know you want me. ADMIT IT!” I wiggled away and ran into the water. “Mental cases are very difficult to date.” He ran after me and grabbed me again. This time we were facing each other. All I felt this time from him was a wanting. He stared into my eyes. “Take it back,” He quietly demanded. I saw this time that he was serious. The chocolate eyes were now black. I nervously said “I take it back.” He stared at me for another moment. I then began to worry about this situation. I did not want to be his rebound girl. I pulled away and started to walk to the car. He quietly followed. Orlando seemed confused by his actions.
We drove to his home practically in silence. I caught him looking at me with a questioning stare. When we reached his home, I got out and walked to the door. Orlando walked behind me. He almost crashed into me when I stopped suddenly. “What happened out there at the beach?” I think I surprised him with the anger in my eyes. “I am not sure. I am sorry about that. I did not want to make you uncomfortable around me. That is something I never wanted. “He stared at the floor. “This cannot happen, Orlando. I don’t want to be your rebound screw. I am worth much more than that.” He looked up at me and hugged me. “I would never treat you that way. You mean more to me than one night of pleasure. Please believe me.” I hugged him closer. “Don’t forget that my Orli.” We stood there in the doorway for several minutes. I think that both of us needed to feel that connection. The problem is that I felt something more. I felt a longing for him … a need to be with him. I could only wish that one day he would truly feel the same.
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