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Unexpected Emotions	By : Rukkai Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 9122 -:- 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 Six: Black Week Part I

“And so, I stayed for a while, then left.”

“Are you serious!? You didn’t ask either of them what was going on!?”

“Well, of course I was curious, Johnny! But I didn’t want to barge into her life!” Orlando argued with the man in front of him.

They were in a coffee shop, just Orlando and Johnny Depp. He had called the other actor out to have coffee that morning. When they met up, Orli tried to tell him just about everything that had happened within the last few days.

“Wow. You sure know how to deal with women, my friend. First, you and Kate break up. Then, you lose your one opportunity to be with another girl who isn’t a crazed fan! How do you do it?” Johnny said sarcastically.

“Shut it! And Kate and I haven’t broken up yet! We just got into a spat, alright!” He got steamed.

“Ok, ok. No need to blow a fuse. I was only joking around!” He grinned, “But seriously, how come all the interesting stuff only happens to you?”

“This isn’t interesting. It’s torture…..” Orlando sighed and got up to leave the shop.

“How are you going to fix things with Kate?” Johnny followed him out of the coffee place.

“I don’t know. I’m just going to wait for it to fix itself.” He shrugged.

“Have it your way, man. But don’t come crying to me if that doesn’t work.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ll just say, ‘I told you so' anyway. What’s the point in that?”

“Exactly!”

- - -[Away!!!]- - -

The whole day had seemed to be just a blur to Karen. She opened the shop and just sat at the cash register. She didn’t want to move. All she could think of was how she was going to survive the next few days. All other functions of life seemed somehow out of reach to her. Sora mewed and licked her hand. She drew him close and dried her tears in his white fur.

“I’m sorry, Sora. I’ve been worrying you, haven’t I?” Sora mewed again, “I’m so sorry.” She sighed.

A few people shuffled in and out of the store. Time seemed to inch by slowly as she sold some CDs. It seemed like the slowest day of her life. A young red head walked in and up to the register. She put a bunch of papers on the counter in front of Karen.

“I’m back!” She simply exclaimed.

Karen raised an eyebrow, “Huh? What’re you talking about?”

“Don’t you remember?” The girl asked. Karen shook her head, “I was here yesterday and I was looking at the basses. And you offered me a job!” She grinned and pushed the papers forward.

“Oh! Right! Right! Sorry about that! Today’s been a rough day for me.” Karen grinned as well. She picked up the girl’s working papers and looked at them, “Ok….. so, you’re fifteen.”

“Is that bad?”

“Nah… don’t worry! I’d hire you even if you were thirteen.” She looked at the papers again, “And your name is… Laina? Did I say that right?”

“Yep. You’re the first one to say it right too.” Laina smiled again.

“Cool. Ok, everything here seems to be fine by me. Are you sure you got the okay from your rents?” She asked.

The young girl nodded, “Uh huh. They were happy that I was finally getting a job.”

“Okiday. Well, I hope you don’t mind, but I want to start you next week, alright?”

“Sure… but, why next week?”

“I was thinking of taking a one week holiday.” Karen gave the papers back to Laina, “You still have one week of school till break, right?”

She nodded.

“Then, use the time for school. And don’t worry about the job. After you finish paying for the Bass and the lessons, you can get paid to work here.”

They shook hands to close the little deal between them. Laina said goodbye before leaving and skipping down the street. No one else was left in the shop and it was three o’clock. Karen always closed early on Sundays. So, she figured that is was time to close. She put a sign up, saying she’d be gone for a week and shut the door.

Sora rubbed up against her legs and she picked him up. They were soon up the stairs and lying on the couch. Karen looked at the calendar on the wall, recounting the dates of Black Week.

“Today is Depressed Day. Tomorrow is the day Dad left this world behind. Tuesday and Wednesday are the Wake Days. Thursday is the Funeral Slash Fake Feelings Day. And Friday is the day Mom left me!” She sighed, “Saturday’s my birthday too… I just can’t win, can I!?”

- - -[Whoosh!]- - -

The next morning, Karen woke up from her curled position on the couch. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes while shutting the TV off. It had been a long night, filled with tears, memories, and bad dreams. She couldn’t fall asleep after a while and so, the TV was her lullaby. She walked into the kitchen slowly and fed Sora.

Karen soon discovered that she had overslept slightly. She had wanted to wake at seven but instead woke at nine, giving her five hours of sleep and not three. It didn’t matter that much. She wasn’t behind schedule or anything like that. The next task at hand was getting dressed. She walked to the closet with all of her clothes in it. There were clothes hanging in it and some in the trunk on the floor. Most of them were dark colored.

((AN: Spell check is goooood. Spell check is very goooood.))

After rummaging through that closet for a good half hour, she pulled out a long black dress. It was Karen’s goal to wear all black the entire week. This dress was special though. It fell below the knee and had spaghetti straps. The upper portion of the black dress was covered in a mesh material that covered her shoulders and went down to her wrists, while the bottom was frayed. She decided to wear simple shoes that looked like ballet shoes, but had a harder sole for walking outside. She took her black trench coat and keys and left the shop at ten.

The first stop on her “gloriously wonderful trip” was a florist’s place. She needed flowers. Chrysanthemums were what Karen got a bouquet of. She paid the woman for them and left the shop. Her next stop was the cemetery where her father’s body lay. She made it to the grave quickly, having already known where it was located. She touched the gravestone and traced her fingers along the epitaph on the tombstone. It read, “Robert Gabrinski. Beloved Father, Uncle, Son, and Husband. Rest in Peace. ‘The music leads the way.’ ” Then the dates of his birth and death were printed on the bottom.

She placed the flowers at the base of the stone and knelt down in front of it. She brushed off the snow and kept her hand on the top of the headstone. Eve, at this current moment, was standing at the stone next to Mr. Gabrinski’s. She knelt down next to Karen and they both began to pray.

“Hey Dad. I miss you so much! The shop is still doing fine, though I can’t really say the same about myself.” Karen started crying, “I hope you’re happy in heaven now. I really hope you are. Cause it feels like hell down here.” Eve put her arm around her friend and started to cry too.

“Amen.” Was all the blonde whispered before picking both of them off the ground. They left the cemetery together, holding hands like after the funeral.

- - -[fwaha!]- - -

That night, Karen sat on the couch with Sora, reading a strange book. She was actually in her pajamas unlike the other night. A soft type of Jazz played throughout the room. She looked up from her book and saw her dad’s bass in one of the corners of the room. She got up, placing the book next to her, and walked over to the instrument. She picked it up and slung the strap over her shoulder.

It had been a long time since she had touched the strings. She plugged the bass into a small amplifier and tuned it swiftly. She played a few notes, making a song. It was like having a rock concert in a black Kurt Colbein t-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants. She grinned and started jumping around the room, putting some funk and soul into what she was playing. Suddenly, a knock interrupted her fun.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m coming!” She got on slippers, setting the bass down in the process, and jumped down the back steps.

Karen opened the door to find Orlando. He had on a big winter jacket, like always, and his pajama pants were on. His huge boots were covered in snow and a big grin was plastered on his face. In his hands, there was a bouquet of roses. She blinked a couple of times in confusion before letting him in.

“What’re you doing here?” She asked as they ascended the stairs.

“You seemed so depressed yesterday. I wanted to do something for you.” They entered the apartment and she took the roses from him.

“Thanks, Orli. But you really shouldn’t have. Don’t you have some lines for a new movie to memorize?” She put the flowers in the kitchen and then went back to sit on the couch.

“Not right now. Why? Do you want to be rid of me so easily?” He smirked.

“No… but, I just… I don’t know…” She trailed off.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She thought for a second, “Well, today is the second anniversary of my dad’s death.”

“Ah, so that’s why I heard the bass before.” Orlando grinned.

She smiled, “Yeah. It was his and I felt like playing it.”

“Can you play anything else?”

“Sure! Come down into the shop with me.” She jumped up and went down the stairs with Orlando in tow.

Once down the steps, Karen turned on the lights and took an acoustic guitar off the wall. She sat down on the counter and placed the guitar on her knee. Orlando slowly walked to where she was sitting and stood in front of her to watch. She grinned at him and then bent her head to the guitar. Her left hand fingered a note on the six-string instrument. Her right hand, which was pickles, began to strum.

The melody came forth from the guitar. Orlando recognized the song immediately; it was Back Bird. Karen looked up at him and saw that he was thinking of something. She grinned again and then continued the song. He looked up at her left hand as it kept switching cords and then down at her right. It seemed so amazing to him that she could play so many different instruments. She ended the song and he clapped.

“Thanks.” She laughed.

“Anytime. I wanted to ask you something though.” He got closer to her and put his hand on the counter.

“Shoot.” She smiled.

“How many instruments can you play?” Orlando tilted his head to the side.

She grinned, “Look around you. Just about every instrument on the shelves or in the catalogs I can play. My dad taught me. Why’d you ask?” She looked back at him.

“No reason…..” He trailed off as their lips met in an explosive kiss that drove her up the walls. Orlando pulled away to see a flushed face in front of him. He grinned.

((AN: It’s bribery!!!! Don’t give in!!!!))

“Wh-what was that for?” She blinked, completely lost.

“That was for letting me spend the night the other day. And this is for tonight.” He leaned in and kissed her again, this time adding some flavor to the kiss. She answered back with a kiss of her own. He pulled away and saw that her face was still flushed. He grinned again.

((AN: psh… She gave in… stupid girl. Lucky… But stupid nonetheless.))

“Wow… you’re a great kisser… Ok.” She nodded to herself, “You can sleep over again. Just keep your hands to yourself or Eve will chop them off. I get the couch.” And so he spent the night and left the next morning.

That morning, however, was the worst morning of Black Week. It was now Wednesday and Karen hadn’t eaten since Monday. It’s not that she wanted to starve herself to death, the excitement and torture of this entire week left her with no hunger. She slept that entire day in a black Nirvana tee, with a long sleeved, black shirt underneath and her blue pajama pants.

Later, in the afternoon, she heard a knock on the door in the front of the shop. She felt weak, but still went down to get that door. Halfway across the shop floor, everything seemed to spin. Karen quickly grabbed hold of the counter for balance. Suddenly, her world fell black and she hit the floor.

The person at the door, Mike, cursed out loud and rushed to the back of the shop. He ran in and picked Karen’s limp form off the ground. He then ran home to try and help her.

[End of Chap. Six]
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