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Playing Hooky	By : rainey Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 3069 -:- 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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I rested my head against the cool plastic of the steering wheel. Do you ever get those moments where life just feels totally surreal? Six hours ago I was leaving Los Angeles on a plane, now here I was, parked in front of a small house with a green door on a back road in Montreal, playing hooky from a press conference with a grocery store checkout girl. Wow. This really is the kind of stuff bad Hollywood film writing is made of.
Jesus I want a smoke.
A part of me felt a little guilty…guilty for ditching a conference…guilty for neglecting my responsibilities…guilty for flirting with a very young woman….and guilty for not giving a shit.
Maybe this isn’t what surreal feels like, maybe this is what real feels like, and I’ve just spent too long in the world of surreal.
What am I doing here?
This is so ridiculous!
But for the first time in months…years maybe… I actually felt excited. Excited to be here, in this city on this day….going to the zoo with this girl….excited to be alive.
Too bad the weather was fucking miserable.
*bradie’s POV*
Fuck. What should I wear?
God damn it…it isn’t even as though there’s a lot of options…why is this so challenging?
I pulled out all the half-unpacked boxes of clothing from my closet throwing them frenziedly around my loft bedroom. I liked this new place. I’d decided recently that living in a loft was much better than living underneath James’s mother, and had subsequently moved out. Unfortunately, due to my genetic pre-disposition to be a chronic procrastinator, I had yet to fully unpack much of anything. I scanned the space. Lazy morning light spilled across the hardwood floor from the large east facing windows, recently adorned with hand embroidered Indian silk drapes I’d acquired in trade for a portrait. Speaking of my art…that, too, had been getting a little out of hand in my basement suite…but in this little loft, there just seemed to be a lot more room for everything. Paintings adorned several walls, canvases and sketches littered the floor, and several mobiles of half finished work hung suspended from the high attic ceiling. This vast, yet moderately artistic disaster-zone was complemented exquisitely by piles of clothing haphazardly draped on available chairs and surfaces. I had narrowed my selection down to tree outfits in under three minutes.
I am impressed with me.
I ruled out my pink skirt and blazer combination immediately, my goal being to look sophisticated, not like a long lost Power Puff Girl.
This also ruled out my favorite butter-yellow sweater and overalls combination.
I must have something less lame…
The final outfit I’d pulled, with sophistication in mind was a hard-edged grey power suit.
Sophisticated…but not zoo outfit worthy.
I couldn’t believe we were actually going to the zoo.
What is typical dress when going to the zoo?
What is typical dress when hanging out with celebrities?
Ah, the hell with it.
I threw on a pair of tight, well-worn jeans, a light-weight white hoody off my floor, and a form fitting denim jacket. Then I proceeded to tie my hair up in a loose knot on top of my head. Hoping it looked less silly than it felt, without having the time to check in the mirror. On my way out the door I grabbed the big purple knit scarf my grandmother had made me, and matching gloves.
Roundtrip: 6 1/2 mins.
He was sitting there in the car, resting his head against the steering wheel.
So gorgeous.
I wondered what would happen I jumped into that car right now and started to molest him?
Mmmmm.
No!!!! Must. Get. Raging. Hormones. Under. Control.
I took a deep breath and flung open the passenger door, hoping nimbly into the front seat.
Orli’s POV
She dexterously climbed back into the car, dressed in denim, and hair tied up in a loose bun.
Sex hair!!! My brain screamed.
I swallowed again.
She was positively glowing with exuberance, practically humming all the way into downtown.
“ I feel like some music!” I announced jubilantly, reaching for the glove compartment, letting my hand linger a little on her leg before opening it.
I really am a bastard.
It’s one of my worst character traits…sometimes I can be the biggest tease. Unfortunately I’d left my CD case in my bag. Buggar.
She was grinning now, having relaxed a little.
Smiles. I don’t know what it is about smiles that just turns me on, but I could feel my temperature rise a few notches.
I turned on the radio, trying to cut through the sexual tension.
“What would happen if we kissed?”
The voice on the radio purred.
“Would your tongue slip past my lips…mouth to mouth, touch to touch spontaneously combust?”
I shut the radio off somewhat forcibly.
Bradie laughed…apparently I wasn’t the only on who’d noted the tension. We pulled up in the zoo parking lot. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“I’m glad I could be of so much service…helping you find the zoo and all.”
I gave my best charming smile, and she softened a little.
“It wasn’t your directions I needed so much as your company….besides…you can be my body guard if we’re attacked by thugs.”
“Because I’m sure most thugs spend their Sunday afternoons at the zoo.”
“If I were a thug, I would.”
“Then you wouldn’t be much of a thug.”
“How do you know what constitutes being a good thug?”
“I’m sorry, your royal thugliness…I won’t insult your manly prowess in future.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Now let’s get a move on…I wan to see the bunnies. First stop. Baby animals exhibit.”
“I hope you’re kidding.”
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