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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 4 - Stories

It was 1 o’clock in the afternoon.

My head was pounding. My limbs were aching. It felt like my stomach was held in the tight clench of a demon.

And someone was very deliberately poking the most painful place of all, the soft skin and bone between my eye brows.

I cracked my left eye and resisted the overwhelming urge to smack the actor known as Orlando up side the head. He laughed when he caught a glimpse of the blue and green eye glaring evilly at him and stopped poking.

“Look who finally decided to wake up and join the world of the living!” He giggled this time and bounced off my bed, landing with a graceful thump on the carpet beside me.

“What do you want?” I tried to sound menacing and I tried to hiss out my fury, but it didn’t work.

He reached for my blanket, and before I could object, he ripped the warm covering from my still fully clothed body. I groaned and tried to bury my head in the pillows scattered around my aching head, but those soon joined the comforter in the growing pile of bedding.

There was no where to hide from either the cruel light still pouring into my room, nor the extraordinarily annoying Brit who had started to jump on my bed once again. He stepped on my toes on accident and I let out a yelp. “Okay, I’m up! I’M UP!” He laughed and bounced once more, this time landing on his butt. “It’s good to see that one of us doesn’t suffer quite so badly from out little expedition into the drink.”

“Well, you know. I always recover quick. If I didn’t I could never enjoy the full beauty of life, and everything that it has to off.”

I coughed conspicuously and hid the words “bull shit” behind the hacking. He merely laughed once more at I sat up and pushed off the bed unsteadily. Amazingly, I seemed to be feeling much better. ‘Must be the fresh New Zealand air’ I thought as I rose and my stomach was caught in another clench, this one completely normal. I got up as quick as my condition would allow and waddled to the bathroom to empty my much ignored bladder. He chuckled as he watched my race to the tinkle pot and i politely flicked him off before disappearing into the white porcelain and gold tile bathroom.

When I came back out, he was gone and I remembered how quietly he had left my room the night before.

Shaking my head, I made a mental list of things to do. Get dressed, eat something, check on my stuff being shipped from home, find and thoroughly twist a certain offending digit of a certain cute yet semi-annoying Brit.

He was downstairs, having a cigarette in the kitchen. Viggo was no where in sight. I made a beeline for the fridge and pulled out the closest Pepsi.

Orlie laughed as I popped the can open and drank half of it before coming up for air. At his amused look, I sighed and held up the can in mock revelry. “The breakfast of champions.”

Collapsing into the chair opposite him at the small island in the kitchen, I took another deep drink from my blessed can of sanity. “So, where’s Viggo?”

He shrugged. “Dunno. He was gone when I woke up for the second time, which was about noon or so. I didn’t see a note.” We sat in silence for a couple of seconds. “Why do you call him Viggo? Why don’t you call him Uncle Viggo?”

I sighed. “It’s a long story.”

He checked the watch on his wrist that wasn’t really there. “I’ve got all day. I don’t need to head for home until tonight.”

I grimaced, realizing that there was no way around telling Orlando all about life as Viggo Mortensen’s niece. Or, the tale that Kat, my best friend, referred to as “The Little Story”.

“Well, first of all, I have to tell you about my family and how we act together.”

He nodded, settling in for a long story. “All right. Start from the beginning if you want? I actually want you to.”

“The Beginning?” He nodded again. “The VERY beginning?”

“Yes, the very beginning, if you don’t mind.”

I took a deep breath and let it slip past my lips slowly. “I was born on July 10th 1980, in a small South-”

“Wait, so that makes you 20, right?”

He interrupted me and I raised my eyes in an evil glare and growled. “Yes, that makes me 20. ANYWAY, the town was in South Eastern Michigan and the townspeople like to call the place Tyler. A very boring town indeed. There is no real social or city life in Tyler, so I was doomed to a childhood of immense boredom, until we went and visited my uncle, Viggo, in his apartment in New York City.

“He was still married at the time and his son, Henry, was a newborn. My dad, Francis, decided that it was time for me too meet my family and we went for a month in the middle of the summer. I have to tell you that I fell in love with NYC immediately and decided one day that I would live there, which hasn’t happened yet, unfortunately. Anyway, on the subject of his name, my mom, Jessica, and my dad called him Viggo and since I hadn’t been around a lot of adults my whole life, that’s what I called him then and that’s what I’ve called him ever since. And that is the ‘Little’ Story.”

Orlando was quiet for a little bit. I hadn’t told him much, but I told him what he needed to know. “Little story?”

“Yeah,” I hesitated to tell him the reason behind the “Little” story and resolved to explain it at a later date and time. “That’s it. Well, my childhood at least. But don’t ask me to tell you anymore, at least not until I get some food in me.”

“Oh my gosh! You haven’t eaten yet! Let me make you something!” He pushed back and bounded up from the table. I tried to tell him that it was okay and that I’d throw together something later, but he would hear none of it. Instead, he started to fix me his own specialty, an omelet, and tried to pry some more information out of me in the process. “All right. No more about your childhood.” He pulled out a couple of pans, trying to keep the clanging and banging to a minimum. “Tell me about college. Where did you go to school?” He shot me a glance over his shoulder as he broke a pair of eggs into a bowl and whipped them.

“Well, I studied at University of Georgia for a couple of years, but there wasn’t anything there for me.”

“What did you study?”

“Believe it or not, I actually got an undergraduates degree in Drama and Poetry.”

He stopped cooking and turned. “Drama? You studied to be an actor?”

“Yup, but unfortunately, I was not gifted with that family trait. I carried the program though until I got my degree, but that’s the end of that. I just simply can not act.”

He laughed. “I can’t believe that. The niece of Aragorn himself can’t act?”

I shook my head and he giggled at me before turning back to the stove, which had started to send off some deliciously sizzling scents from it. “I have no talent. I’m horrible at lying, and that is essentially all that acting is. Lying convincingly enough so that the audience believes that the actor is no longer themselves, but another person all together. It’s taken me roughly 18 years to decide who I am exactly, and I wasn’t comfortable enough with giving that up.”

“Now, I guess I don’t see it in that sense. It’s more of a pretend world for me. I go in, be something that is completely surreal and different altogether than go home at the end of the day and be myself again. You don’t lose yourself in acting, you realize that there is more there than you think.”

I pondered this for a second before reaching for my pop, which I vaguely realized was empty.
“All right, so you got your undergraduate in Drama and Poetry. What are you studying in Auckland for?”

“Latin.”

He dropped the spatula this time and once again turned to look at me. His hand snaked it’s way upward and he scratched the back of his head. “Latin you say?” I nodded slyly. “Well, I guess that’s good enough. Fun and interesting life you lead Laura Mortensen.”

“Thanks. I enjoy it, at times. Some of the time, it gets really stressed out and horrible. Some people just don’t understand my situation, being Vigg’s niece and everything. S my my family moved to Idaho, which is where he lived for a while, he became sort of a town hero and I felt that some of the time. It was a strange situation. It was really weird when I’d go with him to a movie premier with him or something and the next day, my picture would be plastered all over the papers at home. I think I even got called his newest fling once, which was totally wrong. He’s only twice my age, and my uncle.” We both chuckled and Orlando shoveled the food he had made onto a place. He brought the plate over to me, but not before grabbing me another Pepsi from the fridge. He knew me pretty well already. This was pretty cool and pretty weird. I hardly knew anything about him.

Setting the blue plate gently in front of me, he grabbed a fork real quick and gave me that as well.

I had to hand it to him. The guy could cook. The omelet was perfectly cooked and featured vegetables, meat, and some cheese on top. My stomach growled loudly and I attacked the food with gusto.

I managed to choke out something about the good being great and delicious between bites but I didn’t stop to take a good breath until I was done. “That was great. Thanks Orlie.” I pushed the plate away and took a drink. He picked the plate up and deposited in the sink by the window before he returned and sat back down.

Viggo walked in about a half an hour later to find us discussing our favorite surfing locations about an hour later and was mildly amused. He was mildly amused, but I was down right confused. He was wearing light black leather pants, a medieval over coat and no shoes.

“Hi guys.” He plopped the bag of random painting supplies that he had carried in on the counter.

“Hi Viggo.” Orlando greeted my uncle warmly, not at all surprised by his odd dress.

“Um, care to explain the fashion statement?” I cocked my head to the side, trying not to laugh.

“It’s my costume. I had to go in for a quick morning call at a sound stage earlier this morning.” I nodded, completely understanding now. He had been known to don the apparel of his characters before. He practically collapsed on the last remaining stool with a weary sigh. I hadn’t noticed before, but my uncle was getting older. He looked at Orlando. “So, when’s your flight?”

Orlando ran a hand through his hair (or lack thereof) and sighed as if he had forgotten all about it. “It’s at 5. But, I need to be at the airport by 4.”

“So, you’re going to be leaving soon?” My voice was shaky. I had no idea why. This was completely unexpected.

He gave me a soulful look. “Yeah. In a couple of hours. When are you heading back Vigg?”

“You’re leaving too?” Now I was really confused. As far as I knew, he was going to be here for a while.

Viggo nodded. “Yeah, day after tomorrow. Our break officially ends on Monday, but I’m gonna be there a day late. Have to see my favorite niece start her first day of college in New Zealand.”

I had completely forgotten that my classes were going to start tomorrow. I didn’t even have most of my clothes. They were in boxes that wouldn’t arrive until Thursday at the very latest, and it was now Sunday. I had a total of about three outfits. I murmured quietly, “I had forgotten about that.”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised.” Viggo laughed and I tried to take my mind off the imminent deadline. I had never enjoyed school and after a long line of mean teachers and vicious school mates, I wasn’t in any hurry to go back to that environment. “Well, since you’re leaving so soon Orlando, maybe we need to get a little bit of sight seeing before you take off. Besides, I need to show Laura around before I go. She needs to go visit campus and stuff.” I was suddenly very excited and very awake. Sight seeing with Orlando sounded like a lot of fun.

Orlando laughed and shook his head. “Stuff? Sorry mate, but I can’t. I need to go back and get all my stuff together from my hotel room before I go.”

My face fell in disappointment. Thankfully, neither Orlando or Viggo seemed to notice, and I covered up my feelings of slight abandonment with a nonchalant smile. This feeling inside was awkward. Thankfully, as always, Viggo saved me from embarrassing silence.

“Well, sorry to hear that. But, I should take Laura on a tour.” I was getting sick of being referred to in third person. “And, if you’re going to leave soon, you probably want to say good bye to her, so I’m gonna go put this stuff in the studio upstairs and give you guys a few. If I don’t see you till Tuesday, good bye Orlie.” They hugged quickly and my uncle picked up the bag on his way out of the room.

“So, starting school again tomorrow?”

“Yup. Bright and early at the butt crack of noon.” He smiled and I realized how much I would miss him. I had known him for less than two days and already I was fond of him. This was not a good thing, as much as I could hope. I was not interested in being the rebound girl. “My first class is classical Greek and Latin literature, so I need my sleep for that class.”

He laughed again and leaned back in his stool. I could tell that he was getting ready to leave, but I didn’t want him to. Oh god, I didn’t want him to. I silently memorized his appearance, from the top of his head, down his tee shirt and jean clad body, to the pair of sandal that were sticking under the island and resting on the bottom rung of my stool. Life had truly thrown me a curveball in the form of Orlando Bloom.

“Well,” he dropped his feet and stood. “I should be going. It’s three already and I have to get to the hotel and to the airport in an hour.”

I stood with him and we both walked in the general direction of the door. “Do you have a ride?” He smiled.

“Didn’t you notice the mustang in the drive way?”
My jaw dropped and I shook my head. “No, I didn’t.”

“Well, there’s a blue one there and that’s my car for the next hour or so. They treat us actors very well.”

I chuckled and we arrived at the bottom of the stairs and the front door. “Maybe I should try and take up acting after all.” He smiled at me sweetly and I could only imagine the image I was presenting him, with my unbrushed hair and rumpled clothes. I decided that I didn’t care. I tried a smile, but was unable to even muster that. “It’s been a fun few days Orlie. I’m glad I met you and I hope you start to feel better.” I didn’t even have to mention the actually break-up without getting a reaction and the slight falter of his smile made me feel like an ass. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

He shook his head and stepped close enough to run a comforting hand down my arm. “No worries love. I’ll be okay. You just do good in school and learn Latin . . . for me and for all the hopeless shmucks out there who aren’t talented with language at all.” I giggled. Orlando brought the hand back up, but this time he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in for a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “It’s been fun Laura. Come down and visit me and we’ll catch some waves together. Maybe I can convince you to do a little bungee jumping with me.”

I pushed him away as I shook my head, trying to hold back tears. I am so horrible at saying goodbye. Even if it’s only for a foursours. But, with Orlando, I had no idea when I would see him next. It could be days, it could be weeks, and he had grown so close to my heart. Giving him one final, lingering hug, I opened the door for him.

There was a look on his face, and I could almost imagine that this was almost as hard for him as well. He gave me a smile and squeezed my hand reassuringly. “I’ll see you soon.” The words where merely whispers on the wind, but he heard me. Turning, he took a few steps out of the door before stopping with his back to me. I leaned on the doorjamb, completely heart broken it seemed. My heart flew to my throat when he turned suddenly and took the few steps back to me and placed a hurried kiss on my unsuspecting lips.

Bringing a hand to my cheek, he rubbed the skin he found there and broke the kiss, leaning our foreheads together. My heart was racing in my chest, bt hat hadn’t sank in yet. I hadn’t contemplated what he had just down. Pressing another sweet kiss to my lips, he turned as quickly as before and, without a backward glance, jogged to his car and drove away.
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