True love never dies | By : Crowesaga Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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* Part 5 *
After we got in Orlando's car, he started it and drove to one of the stores on Oxford Street. He was lucky to find somewhere to park nearby. On the short walk H Samuel, I noticed many heads turning in his direction. Although he had put on his sunglasses, they couldn't hide who he was.
Through the storefront window I noticed that they had a few new Pocket Dragons that I didn't have along with some Lord of the Rings jewellery. After seeing the jewellery I had to smile and look over at Orlando as he walked beside me down the sidewalk. There was so much merchandise associated with the films that I wondered how he felt seeing it wherever he turned. The fan interest wasn't over yet either. Many people were waiting for the extended version of Return of the King to come out since the theatrical version had just been released on DVD and VHS.
We entered the store and I began looking at the Pocket Dragons. Orlando was very patient with me when I had difficulty choosing which ones I wanted. After some time I finally chose one Pocket Dragon and a wizard in the Myth and Magic series.
I told the young clerk behind the counter which ones I wanted but before I was able to pay for them Orlando had his wallet out ready to do so for me. While she gathered the merchandise, I noticed that she glanced a lot at Orlando. She was obviously a fan. When she got his attention she blushed. And he didn't make it any easier for her by flirting. I felt sorry for her so I didn't stay and wait for her to wrap the goods.
The store was a rather large one and there were several costumers about so I was able to wander around undisturbed. While Orlando was preoccupied with my purchase, I began looking for their Lord of the Rings jewellery. I thought it would be a bit uncomfortable doing it with him at my side since he was in the films. I wanted buy Arwen's Evenstar if it was a reasonable price. I spotted the necklace was there among the display items.
"It is very nice jewellery," I heard a female voice say from behind the counter. "Have you seen that we have it as earrings too?"
"Yes, it is a beautiful charm." I replied. "I think I saw that there were earrings as well, but I'm not interested in them. How much does the Evenstar cost with a matching chain?"
She told me the price and I tried to convert the money back to my own currency in my head. If I had done it right I made it more than I would have paid I bought it over the Internet. Although I wanted it so much, at that price it was way out of my league.
"As much as I would like to get it I'm not able to buy it today," I told her.
"Is there anything else that might interest you?" she asked.
"No thanks. I'm finished. I'm just waiting until my friend picks up our purchases."
The clerk walked away and I went back to the desk where Orlando was still standing. The young girl came back to give him the bag.
"Hi. There you are. I didn't see where you went," Orlando said as I walked up to him.
"I was just over there," I replied, pointing to the other end of the store. "I was looking at some other things they have to offer."
"Did you see anything you like?"
"Yes. I might go back and buy it another day. I need to think about it." I replied quickly, adding the last bit to stop him from asking any more questions or offering to buy that too.
When we passed the door I noticed that the young clerk was still looking at us. She would probably have a nice story to tell her friends later. Not only that Orlando had been shopping there, but that he left with his arm around my shoulders.
After we had walked a little way down the street I quickened my pace so his arm would leave my shoulders. I regretted it immediately. I slowed my pace to walk back beside him again. We walked the rest of the way to the car in silence. We got in and he pulled out into traffic.
I turned to look at him. I couldn't get enough of it. I thought I might want more from him than he might be able to give or that I even wanted to receive. I couldn't deny how happy I felt meeting him. It was a dream. A dream I thought would never come true. It's not everyday that you meet a big star who notices you and wants to be your friend. I had to keep pinching myself. To keep it all in perspective I had to try telling myself that there would never be anything between us. Not in the way I dreamed it could be.
I wasn't sure if I was in love with the dream of being with him or if I had managed to fall in love with the real man in the short time I had been with him. I quickly dismissed that idea as not being a wise thing. Not before I could retrieve any memory of the years we had spent together in the past. I had to see this as a new friendship and start from scratch.
I also knew I had to gather up enough courage to tell him why I had acted the way I did moments before. It was a way I had about me. Although I couldn't understand my reactions, I had mixed feelings. I liked the way he seemed to want to touch me, but there was the problem I had with close contact and touching.
Before I know it we were pulling up outside The Black Friar.
"Orlando, there is something I think I need to explain to you." I began. "I'm sorry that I walked away from you before and haven't spoken since."
"Don't worry. It's okay," he replied, "You already said that you need time. I understand."
"It's not just that. I think there is one more thing I need to say to you."
"You have a boyfriend, a family?" he asked, anxiously.
"Please listen. It's not that," I began, agitatedly. "I'm just not comfortable when people touch me. It has something to do with what happened to me. It's left me feeling unsure of what people expect from me. Not that I didn't like you touching me. It felt good when you did. I just wanted you to know that."
I felt near to tears. I was afraid that it might scare him off because he seemed to need close contact with those he close to. I looked down at my hands resting in my lap. I began to grow uncomfortable with the silence between us. As I went to open the car door I felt his hand stop me.
"Cami… Sofie, don't run." he said, worriedly. "Don't be afraid to tell me what you feel, or if I cross the line in any way. If you don't say anything I won't know if I do anything wrong. I want you to feel at ease with me."
"I feel more secure with you than I have felt with anyone in a long time," I replied honestly. "I feel much less tense than I usually am around people. It feels good."
He dared to stroke away the lonely tear that had escaped to roll slowly down my cheek. If I didn't have the cast iron control I used on myself I would have thrown my arms around his neck and kissed him. He put his hand under my chin to raise my eyes to his. His deep chocolate eyes mirrored my feelings. I could tell he was trying to keep himself under control as well. He stroked his fingers over my lips instead. I let him do it without turning my head away. I closed my eyes for a moment to calm my nerves.
"I'll see you on Sunday then," I said suddenly, unable to find another way out of this situation. "Bye."
I grabbed my bag and opened the door. I quickly stood and exited the car before anything else could happen. Just as I was about to close the door he spoke.
"Wait! Let me give you my address and phone number… just in case you need me."
He searched in his glove compartment for a pen and paper. I remembered the small notebook I always carry in my bag and handed it to him. He had already found a pen and scribbled down the address and number for me.
As he handed it back to me he said, "Bye Sofie, I'll see you on Sunday at one o'clock."
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