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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 Seven: Black Week Part II

Down the street and around the corner Mike ran. He didn’t know what was wrong with Karen, but he knew she needed to get her help. Hopefully his roommate was still home. The apartment was the only place, besides the hospital, that he could think of going to. After all, the infirmary was across the city, and his residence was around the corner.

Mike decided to live in that apartment about a year ago, when he first met Karen outside of High School. He bee been going to college still, and he did not feel like living on Campus. The room was not costly and the whole idea of having a roommate was appealing to him. Mike never liked being alone.

After jumping up the stairs and busting down the apartment door, Mike ran in to find the other person who lived there. His roommate, Greg, jumped up from the couch where he was reading the paper. They rushed her into Mike’s room and put her to bed. It was a good thing that Greg was in Medical School right now. When they had her all tucked in and warm, he felt her forehead.

“She has a fever, dude.” He stated.

“Are you serious!? Is that all it is!?” Mike threw his hands up into the air.

“Well, I won’t know until she wakes up. I’ll watch over her until she does.” He sat down on a chair next to the bed, newspaper still in hand.

“Ok…” Mike sighed, “I’m going back to her place just to check on some stuff. Her cat is still back there.” Then, he just left for Karen’s place.

Greg sighed, shaking his head, “That guy is hopelessly in love. Though I can see why. She is very lovely.”

- - -[Onward, Weary Travelers!]- - -

Later that night, Karen stirred and opened her eyes to a dark, foreign room, and a gigantic headache. It felt like she had a hangover, though there had been no consumption of alcohol the other night. She sat up and put a hand to her forehead to stop the pain. It was so hard to see in this place. But, what was this place? She had no idea where she was. Suddenly, there was some movement to her side. She turned swiftly to see a spiky blonde haired kid with glasses. She jumped.

“Calm down.” He instantly said, “It’s ok. No one’s going to hurt you here. My name is Greg. Mike brought you here.”

“Mike? Wait… how and why did he bring me here?” She raised an eyebrow.

“He carried you here because you passed out. Which brings me to my next point.” He answered.

“And what is that?”

“Why were you passed out on the floor of your shop? Did you hit your head or something? Have you been eating enough? Did you not get enough sleep?” He also raised an eyebrow.

“I haven’t eaten since… about Monday.” Greg slapped his forehead, “Hey! Don’t be that way!”

“Well, why didn’t you eat for two days?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

Karen sighed, “It’s just Black Week.” She paused, “Sunday was the day my dad got seriously depressed and Monday was the day he died.”

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” Greg said, concern in his voice.

“It doesn’t really matter. No one really cares anyway.” She shrugged.

“May I ask how he died?”

She paused as the memory of his blood flashed before her eyes, “He… well…” She looked away from Greg, “My father committed suicide. He shot himself in the chest and I was there as he closed his eyes for the last time.” A couple of tears traced their way down her face.

“That sucks.” Greg said, making her laugh as she wiped her tears away.

“Yeah… I don’t really know how it could’ve happened. I mean, I know why but…” She sniffed.

“What do you mean? Like, you know what caused him to pull the trigger?”

Karen nodded, “It was me. That morning, I told him I hated him because he didn’t come to my concert at school.” She sniffed again, more tears falling. “It was all my fault.”

“That’s not true, Karen. Don’t blame yourself. That can’t be his only reason.” He put a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah… My friend says the same thing.” She laughed wryly.

“Is there any other reason why you didn’t eat? Or is there more to this Black Week thing?”

“Tuesday and Wednesday are the days of my father’s wake. Thursday is what I call Fake Feelings slash Funeral Day.” She looked back at him.

Greg looked at her questioningly, “Huh?”

“It’s the day before my mom left us.” She paused, “When I was seven, my mom took me on one of those fun day extravaganza types of things. She made me pancakes in the morning and took me shopping. Then to the zoo and a movie, and finally, out to ice cream. It was a perfect day. Basically, she lied to me when she said she loved me.” Karen sighed.

“Wow. You have a rough past.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock.” She scoffed.

“And Friday is the day she took off, right?”

“Bingo was his name-o.”

“And Saturday?” He asked.

“My birthday.” She sighed again.

“Ouch! Talk about a bad week. Wow. No wonder you didn’t eat.”

“Gee rub it in, why don’t ya?” She glared.

“Sorry. Lemme get you something to eat now, huh?”

“Whatever.”

Greg walked into the next room, leaving Karen by herself. He started to put together some things in a pot to cook together. The water boiled and he put the ingredients in the pot. Fifteen minutes later, his soup was finished. He put some in a bowl for Karen and walked back into the room where he had left her.

Upon walking in, Greg saw her on her feet and looking at some pictures on the wall. She was tracing her fingers across the glass of one of the pictures of Greg and Mike together and leaving streaks in the dust. He unexpectedly heard the front door open. They both turned to see Mike walk in. Karen turned on her heel and went back to the bed. Mike walked into the room.

“Hey guys!” He smiled. Greg walked over and gave Karen the soup.

“Thank you. Both of you.” She said, before digging in.

- - -[NEXT!]- - -

In her own living quarters, Eve woke with a start. She had a nightmare, which normally meant that something bad was going to happen. She got out of bed and tried to recount exactly what had happened in the dream. She then decided to call Karen. Perhaps she could clear some things in her mind?

There were a few rings and then the answering machine picked up. Eve left a message and apologized to the recording of her friend for calling so late in the evening. She then hung up the phone and went back to bed. It took a good forty-five minutes before sleep finally took her. The sandman just did not like Eve tonight. He never really did to begin with.

- - -[Blah]- - -

A couple of hours after Karen fell asleep again, Mike dozed off in the chair next to his bed. The black haired girl had indeed taken over his bed like an alien intruder. After Greg decided to hit the hay, Mike volunteered to watch over her for the rest of the night. That, of course, did not work as well as he hoped it could. Around dawn, he discovered how tiring watch duty was.

After all, Karen was not going to go anywhere. But, he just wanted to make sure she was safe. He owed Greg a lot now, since the blonde is a Medical Student and he knew what he was doing. Right before he dozed off, he thought of ways to repay his roommate. Perhaps a party, strippers included? He’d only wish that Karen was one of those strippers.

She woke up two hours after he fell asleep. She didn’t feel like getting up for a while, and so she laid there on her back and stared at the ceiling. The front door opened and closed as Greg left for school. She sighed as realization slammed into her. Karen was now alone with her stalker on his bed. She got a chill. What if he tried something when he woke up? What would she do?

Before these thoughts could get the best of her, she got out of the bed and put her slippers on. She didn’t really have much with her, since she was dragged out of her house. Mike stirred on the chair as she poked him on the shoulder. His eyes opened to Karen’s and he jumped at first.

“Whoa! Sorry about that.” Karen grinned.

“Did you want something?” He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Two hours of sleep was barely enough to function off of.

“Can you just take me home? I need to take care of something there.” She explained.

With a nod, he stood up and led her out of the room. When they made it out of his door, they discovered that the ground was still wet. So, Mike made Karen get onto his back and so he could carry her to the shop. It was not a big feat of heroics. She was not impressed simply because he was strong enough to carry her. But, there was something different about Mike. His face had cleared up, that was one thing. He seemed more muscular then before. Perchance he had done something to impress her and only her? It could not be possible.

Soon enough, they were at the shop and Karen was unlocking the doors. She walked in and Mike followed her up the staircase. When the door to her apartment was opened, she couldn’t believe her eyes. There were white flowers in every corner of the room. It looked like it had snowed inside the living room. Mike smiled at her astonishment. She walked around the perfumed room, taking in all its glory. It was simply breathtaking. She turned and turned in the room while making the loose pedals on the floor fly up and around.

“Did you do this? For me!?” She ran back to Mike.

He nodded, the smile on his face getting bigger, “It’s all for you. All of it. I wanted to make you feel better.”

She smiled back, “I can’t guarantee that I’m better. But, I can tell you one thing.”

“And what is that, pray tell?”

She laughed, “You’ve changed.” She walked away, leaving him confused, but satisfied with her answer.

The rest of Fake Feelings slash Funeral Day was spent in laughter and joy between the two. Karen ate at her own place that night and Mike decided to sleep over. He did not want to lose her, if the stories he heard were true. After all, he went to the same high school as Karen. He knew all of what had happened to her father, and what happened to her afterwards.

“Hey, Mike?” She said to him from her spot on the couch. They were getting ready for bed, and Mike had the mattress.

“What is it?” He looked up at her.

“Why do you like me so much?” She asked.

He thought for a moment, just to sort out his feelings for her, “Well, I knew who you were in high school. I was in band with you, except I played the drums. You probably don’t remember since I never had lessons with the band director. You were the best in the band and a lot of the kids there had giant crushes on you.”

“Oh yeah. I remember that.” She sighed at the memory.

“I bet you do.” He laughed, “And, soon just about every kid in band had asked you out, even though you turned all of them down. All those kids, but one.”

“You?”

“Precisely!” He smiled again, “I was too conceited to see how special you were. But then, your father died.” He paused as her face became solemn, “The world seemed to end for you. And you started to walk around the halls like there was a dark cloud above your head. All those kids who had liked you, didn’t anymore. I thought that was unfair. So, I started to look for the good in you. Soon enough, I loved every single solitary thing about you.” A cheesy grin played across his face.

She blushed, “I’m flattered.” Was all she said.

“Karen…” He whispered as she got up. She flicked the lights off.

“Yeahuh?” She turned him, blue eyes glowing from the moonlight.

“What about you? Got any one to love?”

“I don’t believe in love.” Karen merely said, before lying back down on the couch and going to sleep.

Mike rolled over on his side, sighing in the process, “I should’ve figured.”

[End of Chap. Seven]
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