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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 6 - Thinking Of Orlando

Thinking Of Orlando

Broken Hearts dream tonight,

Of happier times and beautiful places.

All wrapped up in a shell so tight,

Locked in the minds and hidden from the hearts,

These thoughts are bad for the dreams.

Bad for the broken hearts.

For they remind them why they are broken,

And who they are crying for.

I put the pen down and push away from my desk. Homework is due, classes are calling, my art is sorely neglegted, and I write love poetry. Viggo had it right when someone asked him about love poetry. He said, “I used to write love poems, when I was younger, but they were so bad they were funny.” I can only hope that my own poetic thoughts don’t make anyone laugh.

It’s been three weeks since Orlando kissed me. Three weeks of school and painting and talking to Kat on the phone long distance. She planned to come and visit for a while in the winter/summer. It’s April, and yet it’s fall here. The land is still beautiful and I have started to paint down at the waterfront ever few days or so. Catch the light glinting off the bay and the millions of sails that are shadowed in the fireball. This is truly the ‘City of the Sails’.

Eve has become a constant companion. We went and saw a romantic comedy the other day. Some Indi-Kiwi flick about World War III in the year 2660. It was all right, and we had a good time, but I couldn’t laugh truly anymore. It had been a problem before I had ventured into New Zealand. I had stopped laughing, but when I had looked back on the two days with Orlando, I realized that I had really, honestly laughed with him. We had shared something special all right. And he wasn’t here, with me, where he should be.

Viggo was calling religiously, every night, at 9:30. This was computer time for me, when I would type and experiment with my newest project, a novel. He would call and give my ideas and all sorts of encouragement. But, I still hadn’t talked to Orlando.

Rubbing my eyes, I looked back at the 70-page notebook that was already over ¾ full of poetry and rants for Orlie. Is this what an obsession feels like?

The phone rang downstairs. I cursed myself for leaving the cordless in the kitchen and dashed down the perilous steps. Grabbing the phone, I was breathless when I answered. “Hello?”

“Who is this?” The voice on the other end was scratchy. I couldn’t recognize it.

“This is Laura. Are you calling for Viggo?”

“No. I’m calling for you.” I heard a snicker and assumed that this was a practical joke.

“Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but you do not have the right to call girls in the middle of the night and harass them!” I clicked the phone off with a huff. So far, I had pretty safe from jerks and perverts, but every girl has to deal with one now and then. I put the phone back in its cradle and started to make my way back up to my room.

The phone rang again, as I was at the foot of the stairs. I followed the movement of the step and came half-circle, facing the kitchen again. I answered the phone. “Hello?”

“I know what you’re wearing Laura.” It was the voice again. Now, I was starting to get real creeped out, and an image from Scream popped into my head before I could stop it.

“This isn’t funny anymore. Leave me alone.” I clicked the phone off again. It rang instantly in my hand. “Hello!?” I screamed at the phone.

It was the same voice. “Don’t worry Laura. No one is going to,” the voice changed now. “Hurt a sweet innocent girl as beautiful and as charming as you!”

I screamed at the top of my lungs. IT WAS ORLANDO! Beyond all comprehension of reality, I stumbled back in relief before I remembered what a dirty trick he had played on me. “You’re an ass of the first rank Orlando. Private First Class Jackass.”

He laughed into the phone and my anger disappeared with the incredibly missed sound. He had finally called me! “Hey Laura. Can you do me a favor?”

“Yeah hun, anything. As long as it doesn’t involve snakes.”

“Let me in.”

“What?” I brought the phone away from my face and gave it an odd look. Then, I heard the knock on the front door and connected the two.
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