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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- 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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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: squishypiglet@hotmail.co.uk
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

Chapter 6

Does it surprise you that I keep a Diary? Well…I guess not. It seems a girly thing to do…isn’t it? Exene used to laugh every time I dug mine out and could be heard mocking me, “Best be quiet everyone, it’s Viggo’s Dear Diary time…”

I am very peculiar about my Diary though. It took me forever to find the perfect one – roughly a year before stumbling across the perfect spiral notebook. It had a plain black cover but what appealed to me, was the inside. The paper was off-white and very smooth when I ran my fingers across it experimentally. For some insane reason, I can only write on slightly yellowed paper. My mind goes blank when I am faced with a completely bright white sheet of paper. No idea why. I have a friend who can’t eat off of a white plate; she just loses her appetite. I suppose it’s the same thing.

Some people are picky about the lines on the paper – skinny lines, half a centimetre apart; fat lines, a whole centimetre apart…me, I don’t like lines. Don’t like following them. Used to drive Henry absolutely crazy since my writing is hard enough to decipher as it is, then you get me scrawling sideways across it. Lines limit your thinking. Gives you a formula to follow. No, not for me.

Anyway, I decorated my Diary. I sound like such a fourteen year-old girl…I covered the front with red semi-transparent netting tissue and out of wood, carved a small ‘B’ to glue on the cover. I then took white ribbon and wound it round the spiral all the way to the top where I tied it off. Made sense. My red book of evil deeds…but lined with white for the goodness and purity in me. Hmm…there’s more red than white. Interesting…

When Beanie first caught sight of my Diary, he was beside himself with glee.

“Viggo! What a fantastic idea! This is your best idea yet. You could start a whole series of personalised diaries! I can see it now – ‘Your thoughts anmorimories are special – Keep them special – Viggo Personalised.’”

I don’t think he saw my wince because he kept rambling on…

“…we’d make a fortune, Vig! Well, you already have a fortune, but we could have a bigger fortune! Think about it. Everyone would want a personalised hand-crafted diary by you. It’s perfect…you could do requests such as the notebook size, and the colours...”

I stopped listening at that point. He’s right. Your memories are personal, thus your Diaries are personal too… So you should keep them personal, not have a stranger meddle! Beanie’s contradicting himself.

Still, it took me almost a week to get Beanie over that ‘Viggo Personalised’ idea. Poor guy…maybe I should pay him more, he stresses too much about my work.

So, I am sitting here now late at night and trying to put into words my encounter with Orlando. The only things I have so far are:

Coffee
Butterfly wings
Beret
Muffin
Orlando – perfection

I usually just use single words or do quick sketches to evoke memories. Never seen the point in writing in full sentences. A few choice words would suit the task much better. That’s why I’ve never bothered hiding my Diary or getting a lock for it. Anyone can read it – but no one else could ever understand it.

I am sniggering just thinking of what Henry’s face would look like if he saw the earlier entry: Johnson – curly

Too bad nothing useful is coming to me. I think my mind’s far too jumbled right now to be of much help. I am meeting Orlando in about six hours at the coffee house and I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I can see those liquid chocolate eyes ‘smiling’ at me. I think I might be a tad obsessed. Hmm, good one. I jot down

Me – obsessed with boy

It looks bad. After some deep pondering, I replace it with:

Me – have healthy interest in boy

That’s good enough for now. I need rest if I am going to be witty and charming tomorrow – I plan to sweep the god off his gorgeous perfect feet.

~~~

It’s no big surprise that I woke up about five times in the middle of the night in cold t. It. I am just meeting him for coffee! It’s not even a date…I don’t know why I was getting so worked up over it…for some reason I feel guilty…about going out with someone. I think it’s the Exene thing again…I just can’t get over it.

Well, I suppose it’s no surprise either that I woke up late as well. I am usually at the café by eight…and around nine is when Eric shows up. I got up at eight thirty, and almost gave myself a heart attack when I saw the time. I spent half the night up planning a I-am-trying-to-make-a-good-impression-but-I-don’t-want-to-look-like-I-tried-too-hard outfit, then discovered that the ‘casual’ jeans I had wanted to wear were dirty and I couldn’t even find my good-luck stripey shirt.

This is such a mess.

~~~

I manage to make it over the bridge in about ten minutes though I look an utter mess. It was only when I got into the lift and noticed my reflection that I found I had paint smeared across my cheek. There was yellow paint over my hands as well. It’s coming back to me now – waking up at five in the morning for about the third time, I had given up on sleep and decided to paint a bit more. After an hour or so, I had been so exhausted I crawled straight into bed. This morning, I only had time to splash water on my face before running out.

I need to shave as well. Too late now. But it’s going to be so obvious that Orlando is so far out of my league, hopefully, he won’t realise that though.

~~~

When I arrive at the café, Orlando is sitting there with his customary cup of coffee. He’s facing away from the door and stirring his drink absentmindedly. Shit, he must have thought I stood him up. I don’t know which gods I insulted and how, but I am sorry!! Make things okay again! What is wrong with the world? Look, I promise that the next painting I manage to sell, I’ll give half of the profits to charity. Just make things right again!

I make my way over as quickly as I can and place a hand on hisuldeulder. I suppose he must have been really into his thoughts because he started and spilled his coffee.

Look, I’ll give away all the money I get from the painting, and make a generous donation as well. Just don’t do this to me!

I slide into the seat in front of him and try to fix things.

“I am so sorry, Orlando…”

He’s busy trying to soak up the liquid before it spreads and stains his clothes, but he doesn’t look at me. Shit. Better explain.

“You see…umm…”

Should I admit I stayed up half the night thinking about him? That can’t be something you admit on a coffee date! But he looks quite…I can’t read his looks yet, but I can tell he’s avoiding eye contact.

“Orlando…?”

Finally, the dark eyes are fixed on mine again as I dreamed, but they are not smiling.

“Orlando…sorry, just a little late. Didn’t mean to make you wai – “

He cuts me off before I can say anything.

“No, no, it’s okay. I was just here anyway.”

The conversation sort of ends there and we’re sitting opposite each other but both looking awkwardly around at everything but each other. There must be some kind of ice breaker phrase to say! I glance at the table and notice his book missing today. He normally has it with him every morning.

“Oh, you didn’t bring your book today.”

For some reason, Orlando flushes darkly and begins stirring his empty coffee cup.

“I…thought you were com – I mean, I forgot to bring it out.”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but I know what he was going to say. He thought I would be here, and he wouldn’t need his book. The coffee he spilled was cold as well. This beautiful boy has been sitting here alone for quite a while thinking some old man stood him up. No wonder he’s uneasy now. He is fidgeting and absently brushing his Johnson curl away from his eyes but it slides stubbornly back. I can’t help but follow the graceful movement with my eyes. Wait. Reassure Orlando first, then you have all the time in the world to perve on him.

I reach across the table and pat his hand to catch his attention. He looks up at me but I notice he quickly pulls his hand away. Great. How did that saying go? One step forward, two steps back? That summarises our entire relationship so far.

“Do you want some more coffee? You lost your other cup when a horrible old man arrived late and scared you.”

I must have said the right thing because he’s giving me a small smile now.

“You’re not old. And you didn’t scare me. I was merely…pleasantly surprised. Another coffee wouldn’t be unwelcome though…”

I try to hold in my snort but it escapes anyway. He is such a sweetheart, still giving me a chance. I turn to look for Mandy when I hear a throat cleared behind me.

Mr Leopard-Man looks pointedly first at Orlando’s flushed face, then at the spilled coffee on the table and my hand still stretched towards the boy’s hand. He glances quickly at me and I take the hint, slipping my hand back into my lap. Orlando sighs and pulls out a chair.

“You’re slightly early, Eric. Come, sit down. Do you know Viggo?”

So. It’s Eric, hmm? He doesn’t strike me as an Eric. I would have thought him a…Hercules. But we all know how terrible I am with guessing names. If I had been right, I would be having coffee with Hercules and Johnson right now. The sound of that makes me chuckle and I get a weird looks thrown at me. Damn, I always do this to myself.

Leopard-Man aka ‘Eric’ slides into his seat gracefully and surreptitiously moves his chair closer to Orlando. Great. He’s jealous and protective.

What have I gotten myself into this time?

TBC...

I was wondering if any of you were going to kill me for the slow beginning. Hahaha...hey, anticipation is good. Makes it all the more sweeter when they get together. Cept...it wasn't a very good meeting now, was it? You need patience, sweeties! Besides, reading the first half of this chapter taught you all patience - it builds character, according to Calvin's dad. Any Calvin & Hobbes fans here? =)

Thank you Amy for replying here too...it looks so sad when it says Reviews: 2. Hahaha...But there have been quite a few hits, so I don't understand! But thank you, I am aiming for daily updates.
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