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Better Days	By : fitzsns Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2554 -:- 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: ORLANDO
New York City
April 3, 2003
So you could’ve knocked me over with a feather when Faye called me on what happened in the car. No girl I have ever known with the possible exception of my mom and sister, has ever called me on anything. They would always dissect everything I’d said or done in their own heads and then would draw their own conclusions without ever simply asking me what was going on. It was surprising to say the least, but I think I recovered nicely. Total honesty really is the best way to handle these situations, right?
I even managed to dodge the bullet when I came right out and told her what she was feeling… not what I thought she was feeling, mind you. I covered my panic well when the words left my mouth… one thing I know better than to do is tell a woman what she’s feeling. Nonetheless, I got through it with an overabundance or feigned self-confidence and charm... even a little honesty of my own. Granted, it was more honesty than I had ever planned on sharing, but somehow I think we were both having trouble keeping our secrets to ourselves.
But the one thing I was totally unprepared for was for her to tell me that her ex was standing behind me. I am completely unprepared for the range of emotions that courses through me at that little bit of information. First of all, I’m inexplicably angry- at him- for hurting her. Second, I’m inexplicably jealous- of him- for knowing what Faye tastes like, feels like. Third, I’m understandably apprehensive- of the whole situation- because, God damn, this could get anywhere from really weird to really bad.
Once again, I recover quickly as I realize that this has nothing to do with me and everything thing to do with Faye and the subtle but heart-breaking look of uncertainty and hurt on her face.
I lean across he table and give her hand a squeeze to bring her attention back to me. “Did he spot you?” I whisper.
“Yeah, they did,” she tells me, her voice just a little hoarse with emotion.
“They?”
“Gina’s with him.”
“And Gina is the girl-”
“Yeah. Formerly known as my friend.”
“Ouch.” That stings. No bloody wonder.
“Yeah.”
“Are they still looking?” I ask, knowing the grin forming on my face is positively wicked. It should be. I’m feeling kinda wicked.
“Uh huh…” she answers, a small but curious smile appearing on her face.
“Good.” I reach under the small round table we’re sitting at and grab the leg of her chair. It makes little noise against the carpeting as I drag her around closer to me so that I can easily capture her lips. It’s a completely inappropriate display in an establishment such as this, but- and pardon my arrogance- I somehow doubt they’ll toss me.
The hand that had pulled her closer is now planted on her upper thigh- underneath the wonder dress- and I have no recollection of how it got there. My other hand is buried in her hair as my lips claim hers. I wonder momentarily where the hell my will power back in the car came from because this feels better than anything. She lets out a small whimper only loud enough for me to hear, but it’s not like it would affect the view if it were more pronounced. It thrills me the way she reacts to me and I’ve almost forgotten why I started this in the first place. When I pull back to look at her face, I can tell she has too.
I am very pleased with myself as I nuzzle her nose a bit, dropping another kiss on her lips, more gentle than the last. In the course of one kiss I have not only managed to score one for Faye by showing that dumb shit that she has moved on, but I’ve scored one for me as well as I have managed to completely rid her mind of said dumb shit with only the power of my lips… and the hand that is still strategically positioned on her thigh. I have no intention of moving it any time soon.
Just when I think I can’t be shocked again-
“Faye!”
We both look up to see who, I assume is the woman formerly known as Faye’s friend Gina, grinning like a crazy person. She is dragging behind her- quite literally- the idiot, who is looking very uncomfortable. I’d like to take responsibility for that, thank you.
“It’s been a long time.”
Is this girl serious? I glance at Faye who is obviously thinking the same thing. One of two things is going on here. One: she takes my presence and our brief display as a sign that all has been forgiven. Two: she’s come over here to rub the idiot on her arm in Faye’s face. I’m leaning towards the latter using what I know of how fucking mean girls can be to each other. Also, the grin has not disappeared from her face and she looks positively poisonous.
Neither of us has said a word to our unwanted guests. You’d think they’d take the hint.
“Faye, Jesus, aren’t you going to introduce us?”
Faye snaps out of her stupor of disbelief. “How rude of me,” she says, her tone almost dangerous. “Orlando, this is the idiot we were just talking about and the slut he left me for.”
The grin drops from Gina’s face and I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of anyone in my entire life. Moments ago she was ready to crawl under the table and now she has managed to take back a little bit of what these assholes have taken from her.
“Oh great to meet you,” I say, holding out my had as if she hasn’t just introduced them as “idiot” and “slut”. They ignore me of course, both pairs of eyes locked on Faye like they can’t believe what she just said. Good girl.
“Still bitter Faye? Honestly, you’d think she’d be able to put all that unpleasantness behind her,” Gina sighs, trying to appear pitying despite the fact that she was just publicly humiliated. As if to punctuate her comment with the most hurtful thing she could think of, she lifts her left hand to play with her necklace- her ring finger very prominently sporting a garish, and, in my humble opinion, hopelessly tacky diamond ring- the kind you buy someone when you’re showing off how much money you have.
It makes me nervous for a moment because I’m thinking that had to hurt, but if it did, Faye is showing no signs of it.
“God damn, Danny,” she starts with an amused chuckle that I’m surprised but happy to hear, “couldn’t you have at least gotten her her own ring? Must she get everything used?”
Damn. She’s good. Quite scary, actually. Gina sets her jaw, looking to her fiancé to defend her honor. Wisely, he keeps his mouth shut, knowing, obviously, that they’ve no honor to defend. He takes her hand and mutters something like, “let’s go,” but I can tell this girl is wracking her brain for some way to get the last word.
Though Faye has just proven that, when it counts, she can put aside her feelings and take care of herself, I decide to step in. Feeling slightly useless is my motivation more than anything, really.
“I think you should listen to Danny Boy, dear. Don’t want to cause a scene, do you?”
“Me?” Her voice has become even more shrill and I can’t imagine how anyone would ever choose this chick over Faye. Oh well, one man’s loss, and all that. “You’re the ones making out like horny teenagers in public. Honestly Faye, could you get more common?”
At this Faye stands and I’m torn on what I’d like to see happen here. Truthfully, I’d love to see Faye knock this bitch into next Tuesday. She has it coming and I’m only slightly ashamed to admit that it would turn me on to no end. Alas, I’m afraid a jail cell would greatly hinder my plans for Faye tonight. Besides, after that kiss and the feel of the soft skin of her thigh under my hand and the fact that she’d so damn sexy when she’s angry… I’m already turned on to no end.
I reach the hand that was unceremoniously dropped from her leg when she stood- Yeah, Danny, I know you caught that one- up to take her hand. Faye becomes visibly calmer at my touch and it makes inexplicable fluttery things happen in my stomach.
“Gina,” she starts, her voice eerily calm, “common is a girl who, not only betrays someone who trusted her, but earned that trust only for the purpose of betraying her. Common is that same girl trying to show off the fruits of her betrayal by boasting a second-hand engagement ring. It’s not just common. It’s cheap. Kinda like you.”
I am in love. You heard me. I mean… wow. Has that fire always been in her eyes? If she wasn’t under my skin before…I’ll never be able to claw her out. I have to have her… like, now.
There is a group of women at a nearby table that are sniggering at Faye’s total triumph over the blonde before us. I see a staff member on his way over to us, no doubt to inquire after our “problem”. Before he can get to us and before Gina can respond, I stand, clasping Faye’s hand a little tighter. “Well as much fun as this has been- and it has been fun- Faye and I would really like to be, well, Faye and I.”
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Well, that was bracing. But fun. Definitely fun. As we left the restaurant, I wrapped my arm tightly around her waist, leaned down to nip at her neck, and was certain to give a wave to Danny Boy before we got out the door.
As we step out onto the sidewalk, Faye starts laughing and her smile is bloody brilliant. “That felt incredible,!” she grins, throwing her arms around my neck. She pulls back to plant a quick, hard kiss on my lips. “Thank you.”
I laugh at that, tightening my arms around her. “What for, love? You did all the work.”
She shrugs slightly, her grin melting into the sweetest smile. “Some day, I’ll have to explain exactly what you did for me in there.”
I’m not sure what that means but I feel like it’s a good thing. I feel like that means more than just my role as the jealous-maker. And she said ‘some day’. I like the sound of that. To be completely honest, despite the racing pulse and sweaty palms of our initial re-introduction, being in her presence again makes me think that the insane longing I was feeling in the week we were apart wasn’t so insane.
This is what I’m thinking. You know how pain is just the body’s way of telling you something’s wrong? Like if you didn’t feel pain and you stuck your hand on a hot stove, you’d never know you were burning your hand off. That’s what my psychotic obsession over Faye was like. It was letting me know that something was wrong- something was missing and it had to be corrected. To stay away from her would be like keeping my hand on that stove. You know what? It makes sense to me, so I don’t care if you get it.
I almost open my mouth to tease her into telling me now what she means but I don’t. I like the sound of ‘some day’ far too much so I don’t say a word. I do, however, hug her tighter, still, and slide my lips over hers. My kiss is hungry and I hope she hears the silent promise I’m making for the night to come. I know she does when she makes that little whimpery sound that I’ve come to both love and crave.
Right when I think this scene can’t get more perfect, I hear the distant roll of thunder in the distance and the heavens open, pouring a gentle but insistent rain down on both of us. I can somewhat sense people on the sidewalk around us, hurrying for cover and hailing down cabs but neither of us have made any move to separate. We just stand on this Manhattan corner, furiously making out in the rain. This is what I’ve been missing. I can’t let this go. I know the logistics of this are all but impossible but I have to at least try or I will hate myself forever. This is what I’ve been missing.
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