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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 7 - Movie and Popcorn, Anyone?

I dropped the phone, right there on the kitchen floor. I vaguely remember hearing it crash to the floor, but I was already half way through the dining room. I ripped the door open.

He was there. Just standing, holding his cell phone in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other, with a goofy grin on his face. Blindly, I wiped at the tears that had fallen from my eyes silently. He was really there.

Neither of us moved for what seemed like an eternity before he slowly flipped his cell phone closed and slid it into the pocket of his tweed jacket. He took a step to stand in the doorway, merely inches from me. His lips, inches from my own, which were quivering uncontrollably. His hair was longer. He seemed to fill the entire doorframe. Everything else was blacked out as I lurched forward and wrapped my arms around his chest tightly. I missed him more than anything or anyone ever before.

The flowers followed my phone and were thrown to the floor as he brought one hand up to cradle the back of my head, and the other drifted to the small of my back, pulling me closer. This was no hug of friendship, I could tell. He stroked my hair and I lifted my head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. He was smiling down on me, almost like an angel. My heart broke once again, right then and there. He was an angel.

“I missed you.“ his lips smothered my words as he brought yet another unsuspecting kiss crashing down on my own lips. And this, this was no kiss of friendship. I felt heartfelt passion and longing in that kiss of his and I responded with a kiss almost as strong in vigor and energy.

He pulled away. I could see the moisture on his lips and it just made me want to kiss him again. But, he merely broke the hug as well and pulled me inside. “No need for the whole world to see." he explained, as he scooped up the flowers and walked to the kitchen, pulling me along behind him by my hand.

Once in the brightly lit room, he let go of my hand and dug around for a vase for my flowers. I was more than content to let him do whatever he wanted. My head was swimming majorly. He found a crystal vase that was of a favorable design before putting some water in it and arranging the flowers artfully. He spent so much time making them look perfect that I laughed. “You should have been a florist.“ I laughed again, thinking of a random flower shop in London called ‘Bloom’s Flowers’.

He just gave me a quaint smile and came to stand in front of me, leaning against a counter. Resting a hand on each side of my body, he leaned forward and kissed me fondly on the cheek. “I missed you too.“ I smiled and couldn’t resist hugging him again. He was wonderful. He was beautiful. He was amazing. And God help me, but he was going to be mine.

I had decided, of course, somewhere around week 2 and, when my Shakespeare teacher pronounced Montegue wrong, and I had a research paper on the cultural influences of music in Roman society due in about three hours, that I needed a boyfriend. I needed Orlando. And, I think he might have needed me.

Pulling away, he walked to the fridge. Popping it open, he gasped and held a hand above his heart in a wounded gesture. “You have no Pepsi in your refrigerator my dear!“ He crouched down to dig around in the back a bit, making sure his statement was in fact true and that there weren’t any hidden cans.

“I know.” I replied glumly. “I ran out last week and I won’t get my first paycheck until Friday, which is two days away.”

He smiled up at me, over the door, “You have a job?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Viggo gave me an ultimatum. I have to pay for the heating, water, and food bill. He covers the electricity and rent. I’m a waitress, down the street, around the corner to the left, then three blocks on the right. ‘Sal’s Diner’. I didn’t think they had cheesy, ‘home style’ cooking in New Zealand, but apparently I can’t escape it.”

“We don’t have that type of thing in England.”

“No?”

He shook his head and pulled out the bottle of OJ that was my last liquid beverage other than milk and water. “No. It’s all one taste, ash, and all one color, black. At least in my neighborhood. In other, upscale joints, there might be something better, but I wouldn’t know.”

I laughed. I had missed his humor almost as much as I had missed his smile. “So how long are you off this time?”

He emptied the container into two glasses and came to stand by me, handing me a glass. “Oh, a day or two. We’re staging a huge battle that takes place at night. It’s supposed to be a month long on- location shoot in the mountains down south.“ I nodded, downtrodden. He would be leaving as soon as he came. “But, while I was off, I figured I’d visit my favorite Latin major and see how she was doing.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes, not even bothering to dignify that statement with the truth. Instead, I chose a completely different subject to discuss. “How’s Viggo doing? He said that he sprained a wrist or something, but him being the macho man, he wouldn’t tell me.”

Orlando laughed. “Well, we were fooling around, and he twisted his wrist the wrong way and Sean Bean, Boromir, hit the sword so hard with his own that he broke the sword blade, and put enough pressure on Vigg’s wrist to sprain it. It was pretty funny because it happened so fast, but everything is fine. We were able to save the sword and the wrist.“ He shook his head, caught up in memories. “It’s been fun. This whole group is like an extended family.” He gave me a fond look. “A family that keeps getting bigger and cuter every day.”

I blushed, hiding behind my glass of juice and Orlando laughed again. “What do you want to do tonight, since you’re here and everything? We might as well do something fun.” I hid my embarrassment behind my question.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re the host. You probably know this area now better than I do!”

I shook my head. “I don’t care. It’s up to you. You’re the guest. I’m here to serve you and make your stay more comfortable . . . “ I pause, a smile on my lips. “Did that just sound like a hotel commercial or what?” He laughed loudly at me, but I laughed right along with him. “You decide.”

He conceded. “All right . . . how about we go get some grub, but not at the Crow’s Nest,” I hid my momentary smile and chuckle behind a cough. He gave me a funny look. “Then, a movie? Maybe Vigg’s got some cool flick hidden away.”

I shook my head. “Vigg didn’t have any movies when he left, but all of my stuff got here a couple of weeks ago, and I am loaded with everything you could ever want!”

“Monty Python and the Holy Grail?”

“You KNOW it! I love that movie! I fart in your general direction! Your father was a hamster!” I laughed hard. That was, is, the coolest movie that was ever made. He chuckled too. “Alright. If we’re gonna go eat, I better put on some decent clothes. After all, you are wearing dress pants and a jacket. Love the tweed by the way.”

He spun in his professor’s coat. “Like it? Really?” I nodded. “Me too. One of my favs. Okay, you go slip into something a little more . . . “ he stopped, stretching out the silence. “Comfortable.” Smiling like a cad he bowed and I made my way up to my bed room to get changed.
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