.:* Broken China *:.


Title: Broken China
Author: Laila
Genre: Romantic drama
Pairing: EW/OB
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Slash sex and language, Alternate Universe

Disclaimer:
I do not own Orlando Bloom, Elijah Wood, Dominic Monagan, Johnny Depp or Kate Bothworth, the story doesn't portray facts or assumed facts, and the use of their names and appearance does nothing but strive to improve and light up the story by their presence.





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.: One :.

Enticing pink lips, soft facial hair on his chin, long, slightly greasy, but so oh erotic, curls framing the most tender, gentle alluring eyes, soft olive skin, jewellery at both hands... hands on the hip of a sheer beautiful blonde woman, pressed to his side.

Pause. Breathe Elijah, Breathe! It’s ok. Get on with it.

A young woman. She was twinkling at him with big soft eyes and a smile radiating enough to drive the angry glace of jealousy into a Russian nuclear power station. Jealousy... Naturally blonde, the lightest skin, weighs about three pounds, tits the size of fucking beach balls. Skirt up to her crotch and so feminine I could practically smell the estrogen coming off the pages of the shitty magazine I’d just bought, and still she radiated an almost angelic innocence. She clung to him as if she were drowning and he were air. Sickening. I hated her already.

But that caption. Fuck. The caption topped it off.

‘Pirates of the Caribbean star Orlando Bloom at the Charity-Event of the Season in the London Plaza Hotel with his current Girlfriend upcoming Model and Actress Kate Bothworth…'

His girlfriend. His girlfriend. Three months on, and he already had a girlfriend. The fucker. The absolute hypocritical unbelievable lying GAY bloody bastard. It hadn’t taken him long at all to slip back into his happy little world of complete and utter denial. It hadn’t taken him long at all to forget me. Forget that he’d told me, very softly and seriously, after letting me be the very first man inside him, that he loved me.

It had been three months. Three fucking months, and no word from him, no sign of him, nothing. He didn’t care. He’d never cared at all. And I’d been stupid, stupid, stupid to think that he had.

Back in L.A., I’d hung around Dominic’s bar for a few weeks, waiting for something from him. Anything. I would have clung to anything the man had bothered to throw at me. But no. Nothing.

For three months.

I started to wonder why I’d even bothered. Bothered trying to pick him up in the first place, bothered going back to the hotel with him, bothered falling in love with him. After a while, I convinced myself that it hadn’t been love anyway, not really. Just a couple of nights infatuation, and even that was a waste of my time. Love? Of course not. Elijah Wood didn’t fall in love because, well, because whores didn’t, did they? Especially not with British actors . Especially not with Bloomy, the Elfboy, Orlando Bloody Bloom. Whatever you wanted to call him. Hell, I didn’t even like his movies!

I’d been deluding myself. And it wasn’t long before I’d been back out on the street, my night with Orlando always a dim flame in the back of my mind. It wasn’t long before I started pretending to forget, started to get things back to how they’d been before I met him. Started to believe once more that love was just a fairytale.

But of course, the fucker had to spoil everything, didn’t he? Spoil everything by appearing in this crappy fucking magazine, his arms around some bimbo model from Britain. British high-society! Of all places! It was like he was trying to find the furthest possible life form from me to fuck. Like I was just being erased from his mind. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, should NOT be reacting this way. But the man that I thought I loved was fucking some stupid blond bitch from London, United fuckin’ Kingdom, and I was nothing but a memory. Probably one that he was trying to forget.

Well, fine. If he wanted to go about being ‘Pirates of the Caribbean star Orlando Bloom, with his bloody fucking girlfriend,’ then I’d go about being exactly what I’d been before he happened.
The absolute prick.
But I really didn’t care. Which, of course, didn’t explain the tears falling on the page and smudging his impossibly smug, happy face.

I threw the magazine across the room and sat slumped against the wall, angrily picking at the quilt of my bed. Orlando Bloom had managed to make me cry again. I hated crying. I hated feeling so emotionally weak. Fuck, it, I hated him. I did, I really did.

The magazine had fallen open on the page I’d been reading. Orlando, who was looking directly at the camera, seemed to be staring straight at me, triumphantly proclaiming he didn’t need me. He didn’t want me. He’d never loved me. He loved Miss Big-Tits Brittie, a partner he could parade around and shag in limos while his mates stood around outside exchanging knowing looks. He wanted someone he didn’t have to hide away in a hotel room.

So fuck him. Maybe I loved him, ok, I did, that’s what the anger’s about, I’m not stupid, I can see that. Maybe I loved him. But I didn’t need him either.

:cry:

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bastard.

POOR LIJA!

oooh you posted it up! thank you!!! i love this story!!! WHEEE!!

post more soon!

:kiss2:

:cry:
poor Elijah!!!
Stuipd Orli!!
Stuipd!!
:cry:

:angel2: **jumps around all gitty** Yeah part too!! **hehe** OKok I'll comment now...

Comment- :cry: Aww poor Elijah... **hugs him**

Hey my three most faithful China-readers :)

Thanks for being here and supporting me! *hugs*

:hug:

:grouphug:

hehe... YEAH. OI! everyone should be reading this story!!! so that she posts MORE!

SOON!

(take the hint, Laila?)

^_^

I LUV THIS STORY SOOO MUCH! Which means... you MUST post more. :neene:

:kiss2:

Oh I never finished reading this! :P *smacks self*

I will now ^_^

I loved China In Your Hands

:cry: :cry: :cry: awww no!!

What a fantastic start!!!

Cannot wait for more- totally into this story!!!

Gem

:blush: Aww thanks! But you know the only reason why I'm so faithful is because of your work... Your amazing!

:cry: please post...

.: Two :.

The phone was ringing. Now, about three people in the world have my number, and considering one was my dealer and one was my land lord, both of whom I owed money too, I wasn’t exactly keen on picking the damn thing up. Besides, it was eleven at night, and I wanted to get some sleep before hitting the streets. I let it ring out and snuggled back into bed, hugging my pillow. Bastards could fuck off.

It rang again.

Growling, I sat up and glared at the offending phone. My landlord, if I didn’t answer, would make his way up the stairs and pound on my door until I got up and offered him a blow job instead of rent for the next week. My dealer, if I didn’t answer, would come round and pound on my door until I got up and offered him a blow job instead of the fifty pounds I owed him for junk. Either way ended in blow jobs. I may as well just answer the fucking thing.

"’Ello?" I muttered sleepily into the phone, rubbing my eyes and shivering. Fucking autumn. As bad as winter, and more sneaky.

“Lij-man! Took you long enough! What the fuck were you doing?” Suspicious pause, “You don’t have a customer there, do you? What have I told you about that, monkey?”

It was Dominic, my best mate. I sighed, and tried to reach my blanket without pulling the phone off its stand. “No, I was sleeping. Y’know, sleep? ‘S what normal people do at night.”

“And since when have you been normal, bella chica? Besides, it’s eleven. Isn’t even night yet,” Dom prattled on. I pouted into the phone, glad he couldn’t see me.

“Don’t call me a girl. I know enough Spanish to know that you just called me a beautiful girl,” I muttered resentfully, “What do you want?”

“But you are a beautiful girl, Elijah. Anyway. I need you to answer a question for me,” he replied. “Do you think you can do that?”

“Not if it’s three hundred and eighty two divided by six, I can’t,”

Slight pause. “Sixty eight.”

“What?”

“Three hundred and eighty two divided by six is sixty eight.”

I sighed. I love Dominic. I really do. But he is the most anally retentive person I know. “You had a calculator.”

“Did not.”

“You so did. Anyway, the question? The reason you awoke me from my slumber? Out with it.”

“Did not. Right. Elijah Wood, can you tell me why I have a famous Hollywood Moviestar, who goes by the name of a nice innocent flower, and who looks like he could most definitely decorate my bedroom, in my club asking about you? Hmmm?”

I think my heart must have jumped up into my throat and tried to make a break for it. I gasped, flooded with a million emotions I thought I’d let go of. “You... what now?” I managed to choke out, sitting down on the floor and leaning against the phone stand. “Come again?”

“Orlando Bloom, my dear boy. He’s sitting at the bar looking all uncomfortable and out of place. And quite cute, actually, all dark curls and innocent chocolate eyes. You didn’t tell me you met him.” Slightly hurt sounding. “When did that happen?”

“In New Orleans,” I whispered, “Oh, god. Oh, Christ Almighty. Is he really there?”

“Yes, he is. He’s waiting for me to ring you. He apparently wants to see you. Lij? Why does Orlando Bloom want to see you?”

I closed my eyes. It was too much. It wasn’t happening. The magazine with him and his girlfriend in was still on my floor. “I fucked him,” I said, “We fucked. We made love. In New Orleans. He said he loved me and I haven’t heard from the prick in three months. Three months, Dom! He has a girlfriend! And now, now he thinks he can just waltz into my life and expect-”

“Elijah! God, calm the fuck down, will ya?” Dom interrupted, “Look, I don’t know the story, but he’s here now, and he wants to see you. What am I gonna say to him?”

“I don’t know! I can’t…not now, Dom, fix it, please?” I begged, relying on the fact that Dom can always be relied on to fix everything, all the time, and was six years older than me and was therefore much wiser than I could hope to be. “What am I gonna do?”

:surrender: **waves her little Elijah flag up in the air** Go to him GO!! **cries** :cry2: JUST GO!!

:faint: ........ please just post more...

:blink:

I LOVE THAT CHAPTER... doms description of orli.. the angst of elijah not knowing what 2 do...

fucking brilliant.

sehr, sehr gut gemacht. lol (my AMAZING german... im SO proud.. lol)

but URGH!! now i NEED to read what happend! Im like... on the edge of my seat. POST MORE SOON!

:kiss2:

you have to go Elijah!!
You have to go!!!
:cry:

.: Three :.

“Well, you have to see him, obviously,” Dom started in his ‘sorting things out’ voice, “Not tonight, though, you’re too emotional. Shall I get him to meet you somewhere tomorrow night?”

“Yes, please,” I said in a small voice.

“Where? When?”

“Would your club be ok, sweetie? At about ten”

Sigh from the other end of the phone. “Of course, Lij. And if he fucks with you, I’ll bash him up, ok?” I had to giggle at the thought of Dom bashing anyone up, especially Orlando, who was so way taller and more muscular – oh more muscular indeed. I sighed, but I was also intensely grateful and thankful that he existed.

“Thank you, Dom. Thank you lots. I’ll make it up to you, really.”

“Of course you will, Lij. I’d better go now and tell him.”

I was frantic, suddenly. Couldn’t let him go yet. “Wait! Wait, Dom, what…what does he look like?”

Another long pause, while I waited nervously, chewing on my nails. Then, finally, “Sad, Lij. He looks sad, and hopeful. Something happened between you, didn’t it? Like, more then fucking.”

I breathed out, banging my head lightly back against the phone stand. “Yeah,” I replied softly, “We fell in love.”



So he was here. Orlando was in here in the force field – in the bad part of L.A., the one in the shadow of the gleaming Movie industry. I went out into the freezing night to the nearest newsagent and picked up a film magazine, trying to figure out whether he was supposed to be filming here or not. Surely he wouldn’t come all the way just to see me, not after all this time. He had to be filming. Yes. But I couldn’t find anything to do with any Orlando Bloom and new movies. Right. His bimbo girlfriend had probably convinced him to go on holidays with her, there are nice surfing places here in L.A. – not that I would know about them. And he figured while he was here he may as well check to see that I was alive. Except, he just had to find that out off Dom. Why did he want to meet me? Why on earth did he want to see me? It was insane, utterly insane.

And there I was, standing, freezing, in the bloody newsagent, clutching my magazine, and trying not to scream in frustration. “You gonna buy that or not, kid?” the shopkeeper yelled at me, “We ain’t a bloody library, right?”

“Fuck off,” I muttered, putting it down and flouncing to the door.

“Yeah, blow me.” The shopkeeper was old and fat. I eyed him up and down disdainfully as I left.

“You couldn’t afford it.”

I went home. I couldn’t bear to work the streets that night, couldn’t handle the thought of whoring myself while Orlando was in the same city. God, one of my tricks could even have taken me to his hotel, and we would have passed in the corridors, me with the john and him with his bimbo, and it would be so unimaginably awful…No. Couldn’t accept that idea at all.

So I went home and had a hit of the very last of my stash, letting my problems all get washed away on a lovely stream of heroin. Orlando didn’t matter, I thought sleepily, swooning back on the floor. Didn’t matter at all. Was just a wanker of the lowest sort, bloody straight boy with his straight girl, didn’t affect me in the least…

Next morning I woke up on the floor, briefly forgetting how I’d gotten there. I looked around blearily, my eyes not really wanting to focus on the needle, the spoon, the candle. Right. I’d shot up and passed out on the floor again. Right. Well, that wasn’t exactly unusual, was it? No, not in the least.

I got up wearily and stumbled into the bathroom, gazing at myself irritably in the mirror. I needed to dye my hair again, I decided. I was sick of that brown, which was my natural colour. And it was getting too long, stupid, greasy strings past my ears. I’d cut it short again and dye it black, or blonde maybe, it would be my way of moving on. Yes. But moving on from what?

I was an addict, that much I’d known since I was bloody fourteen. My skin was too pale, and looked absolutely awful in the light of day, soft blue smudges under each eye. I winced. I hated those smudges, it looked as if the colour of my eyes had run like cheap dye, staining my skin that grayish blue. I looked like a ghost

An underfed ghost, at that. Reaching up, I gingerly touched my cheekbones. They were much too sharp, proving that I hadn’t been eating enough. Having high cheekbones, I could deal with. Having cheekbones that looked as if they were about to break the skin of my face was a bit much. And it wasn’t just my face. I was too thin all over, my hips jutted out angrily, my ribs looked painful, my stomach, once nice and flat and hard, was now concave, arching in and abandoning almost all pretence at muscle. I ran my fingers down my torso, sighing. Three months ago I’d been an addict, yes, but I’d also had quite an alright body. Now I looked, not like a ghost, but like a bloody drug addicted skeleton.

Orlando was going to take one glance at me and walk out. I knew it. I could feel it. He wanted what we had three months ago in that magical city of New Orleans, where everything was scented with spices and jasmine. Where everything was touched with just enough magic to make you a little crazy. It had been enough to make him sleep with me back then, when I hadn’t looked sick. But L.A. didn’t have the same magic, and I was no longer attractive enough for him, and it was all going to go horribly, horribly wrong.

:cry: Elijah don't say that!! **cries** OMG that was amazing!! please post more?

that is so sad that Elajah could say that!
Orlando wouldn't do that!
And if he did, We would kiss his :ups:...hehe
That was great!!!
More soon?

Amazing Amazing chapter!!!

Just brilliant.

Fantastic.

Wow.

Cant wait for more- this is addictive!!

More....soon.....please......

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:cry:

GO ON LIJ! you have to go see him - tell him you love him! You know you do, theres no escaping it. MWAHAHHAHHAHAH.

*cough*

yes...

LAILA its sooo great, better than i remembered. post more soon darlin!

:kiss2:

Laila! You're posting the next part! I'm so happy!

Sorry I missed it until now :( Bad me!

This is so sad! He's been so down about Orlando that he let himself go completely. :( Oh please meet him tonight! Please!

This is so damn good ;)

.: Four :.

I looked away from the mirror with a sigh. I was doing what Dom was always yelling at me about: worrying myself into a stupor. Fact was, I had no idea how my meeting with Orlando was going to go. I had no idea why he wanted to see me in the first place, and I had no idea whether or not he’d want to sleep with me again. So I may as well not even think about it.

Yeah, right.

The shower was too hot, the way I liked it, and I came out slightly pink all over, my skin a little sore. Spreading out my towel on my bedroom floor and lying down naked, I switched on the TV and prepared another hit. If I had to face him, I was at least going to be high as a kite. As the needle slid into the tender flesh behind my knee I sighed softly and imaged that the meeting would go perfectly, kind of like making a wish on a shooting star. Except, just maybe, not quite as glamorous.

It was nine o’clock before I realised it, still lying naked, and now shivering, on my floor. Fucking autumn, the cold had sneaked up on me again, as well as the time, apparently. I jumped up and rushed in for another hot shower, in an attempt to warm up, then as quickly as possible threw on some clothes, the ones I’d already mentally picked out. Dom’s club was, in fact, a bondage club, and I had to look the part. I giggled as I slipped into my silver vinyl pants, Orlando had probably shown up in typical goofy sporty outfit, sweatpants jeans and a shirt sizes to big for him, or maybe a jean jacked, and a tight shirt beneath. And he’d probably dressed in blue, or white. White! I stretched my black fishnet shirt over my chest, frowning as I saw it was much baggier than it had been the last time I’d worn it. I hoped tonight he’d picked up on the vibe from the place and at least put something black on. Although, it would be just like him to do the opposite. A lot like me, actually.

Big, chunky Doc Martins boots were added, along with a silly dagger pendent I wore to be ironic and piss Dom off, and then I sat down to do my makeup. Applying it while trying as much as possible to avoid looking at my face wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done, but at last I came up with an acceptably eyeliner and lipstick smeared creation. I stepped back from the mirror and rolled my eyes, the look practically screamed ‘Rent Boy! Rent Boy!’ but I was just going to have to live with it. Glancing at the clock, I cursed. I was going to be late. Quickly I combed my hair and put it back behind my ears (longing for the ease of short hair, and vowing to have it cut the next day) and rushed out the door, completely forgetting my coat, my wallet and my actual knife, which usually lived quite comfortably in my right boot.


Force Field, Dom’s club, was already full by the time I got there, flirting with the doormen to get them to let me through even though I’d left my ID at home. I immediately ducked into a back room, Dom’s office, without even looking around to see if Orlando was there. I needed a bit of time to get my head together before I saw him.

“Lij!” Dom grinned at me, standing up from his desk. “What the fuck are you doing in here? Orlando Bloom, THE Orlando Bloom, is sitting all on his own out at the bar. Go! Go rescue him!”

I poked out my tongue and collapsed on his desk, trying not to knock off all the important looking papers. “I can’t!” I wailed, “I can’t possibly go out there! Dom, fix it?”

Dom shot me an exasperated look. “Monkey, you’re hopeless. The man is in love with you! It’s screamingly obvious to all but yourself, you big bimbo.”

“He has a girlfriend, Dominic!” I exclaimed, “A girlfriend! Her name is Kate and she’s a model and she’s from fucking Great Britain! For the love of god, he isn’t in love with me.”

Dom chose to ignore my dramatics, and merely slapped my forehead. “Hmm, gee, I’m a straight, famous and admired actor, who is constantly in the public eye, and I just slept with and fell in love with a cute little rent boy. I wonder what I can do to prove my manliness? I know! I’ll fuck a model! Jesus, Elijah, wake up. You’re trade, you should know that guys who like guys always pretend to want to fuck models.” He paused, looking at my hurt face. “Lij, you didn’t really think something could actually work between the two of you, right?”

“No,” I whispered, “Not really. I mean, I’m the one who said I wanted to not see him. I’m the one who convinced him it wouldn’t be a good idea. But it still hurts, you know?”

Dom nodded and gave me a hug. “I know, Monkey. Come on, you have to talk to him, if nothing else.”

“I don’t wanna go out there.” I muttered petulantly. Dom rolled his eyes.

“Fine. I’ll send him in here then, right?” And before I could react, he was out the door, locking it behind him and leaving me there, still lying on his desk, with a small battalion of butterflies doing drills in my stomach.

I was going to see him. For the first time in three months, I was going to see him. Any minute now, Orlando was going to walk through that door, and I didn’t have a clue what I was going to say to him.

I just hoped the first words out of my mouth wouldn’t be, ‘I love you.’

LAAIIILAAAA! I can't belive it took me so bloody long to find this, but YAY, I did! I lurve the secound part of this.. Saga, lol, it's my favourite so far, I don't know if it's because you get to see the oh-so-lovely- Orlando from Elijah's point of view, or if I just had a better day when I read it. Heh. Anyways, I love this! It's so great, and I love the whole idea, except that Elijah's so stubborn, but yeah..

:D :love:

:lmao: **LOL** Sorry but I thought that quote was soooooooo funny!! I could so see dominic say that.

:cry: I hope so too lij...

:eek: But what if he's all like, "Hey we had a great time but... You know things couldn't work out, and so I just wanted to tell you to... Keep your mouth shut"

:love: Please just post...

oh my...I wonder what will happen!?
Post more soon!
^_^

Oi vey..

luv this.. sooo much...

agh... Lij... hes so damn CUTE...

and dom.. hehe what a sweet heart.

agh!! cmon!! post more!! must read!!

:kiss2:

.: Five :.

Within mere flying moments, the door had opened, and I saw Dom winking at me before Orlando stepped past him and into the room. Those innocent chocolate eyes, the eyes I’d dreamed of for three months, fell on me, ran over my body and widened. (Widened? Why? In disgust? In shock? Oh, I wish I could read him better.) “Elijah…”

“Right, well, I’ve just got to go work the bar,” Dom said brightly, giving us a little wave. “Lij, you know where I am if you need me.” He left quickly shutting the door behind him. I was surprised he didn’t lock it again.

I rolled onto my back on the desk and regarded Orlando upside-down. He was dressed quite conservatively, baggy jeans and a black button down shirt that seemed to hang off his frame. Was it just me, or had he lost weight too? His cheekbones looked a tiny bit more prominent, his eyes that much bigger. That lanky frame that I knew so well, had explored with my eyes and fingers and tongue, seemed a little gaunt, the muscles a little less defined. I wondered if he’d been ill.

He walked forward into the room a bit and then paused, as if he wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing there. I gestured towards a chair and he sank into it gratefully, spreading his legs and slumping down in a way that made me want to drop to my knees before him and…No, Elijah, stop thinking like that. Look, now you’re blushing, and you’re supposed to be in control. Shit, say something, then.

“Hi, Orlando,” I said in a soft, whispery voice. Fuck. Smooth. I sounded like I was trying to pick him up. All I needed to add was, ‘you lookin’ for some fun tonight, honey?’ Thankfully, I managed to hold back.

“Hey, Elijah. You…you look good.”

I smiled and rolled back onto my stomach, propping my chin up in my hands as I looked at him. “Liar,” I said gently, “I look like crap.”

“Nah, you’re just a bit thin, that’s all,” Orlando replied diplomatically. “You still look good.”

“I looked better three months ago. I looked better two months ago. I looked better even one month ago. You should have seen me then.”

Orlando had the grace to blush and drop his eyes, studying his hands. I sat up, my legs dangling over the side of the desk. Seemed I couldn’t keep still for more than ten seconds at a time. “So, how’ve you been, honey?” I asked, getting a bit flirtatious to hide my nervousness. “You’re looking good too. Really good.”

He looked up in surprise, one eyebrow raised. I didn’t know what he’d expected, though. How was I supposed to act? I was just slipping into the role I played most often. He knew what I was.

“I lost some weight too,” he said, “Been so busy, y’know… ain’t got time for anything…” I got the feeling he was trying to make excuses. Bad excuses.

“That’s no good, sweetie,” I cooed, deciding to show no mercy, “You gotta have time to play as well as work, you know. Gotta have some time to relax. Like the night we spent together, I bet you felt sooo much better after that, right?”

Orlando’s eyes turned bitter, and he dropped them again. “Is that what that was to you? Just ‘playing?’”

That threw me for a minute. ‘No!’ I wanted to scream, ‘It was so much more! What was it to you?’ Instead, I changed tacks, giving him a sickly sweet smile.

“How’s Kate, Orlando?” I asked, “She anywhere near?”

He looked as if I’d slapped him. Good. I wanted to hurt him, almost as much as I wanted to fall into his arms and just let him hold me, as if the last three months had never happened, and we were still in that hotel room together.

“Kate?” he choked out, “Nah, she’s in London… Elijah, look…”

“Oh, so you didn’t want her to come meet your rent boy? I guess I can understand that. You know, me being such a dirty little secret and all.” I could feel tears threatening, and I resolutely ignored them. I was on the attack here; I wasn’t going to break down.

Orlando was shaking his head. “You ain’t my dirty little secret, Elijah,” he was saying earnestly, “Fuck, where’d you get that idea?”

“Oh, shit, Orlando, I don’t know. Maybe because I haven’t heard from you in three months? Maybe because I opened a magazine last night and saw you with some fucking bimbo from London? A model Orlando. How far from me could you have possibly gotten?”

He stood up and came towards the desk, looking at me sadly. “I don’t love her, though, Lij,” he said, “She’s just some chic. I gotta be seen with someone, you know, publicity…”

“Someone who’s not a boy,” I shot back resentfully, “What, have there been rumours, huh? Some people been saying that maybe Orlando Bloom isn’t as straight as he seems? Maybe someone saw us together. Kate a good cover, Orlando?” I cocked my head to the side, “She good in bed?”

oi vey... hey, lij DARLING, you better watch it before you either piss him off or break his heart so much that he cant stand it and walks right out the door. ur being REALLY creul to my baby... you shouldn't do that, you know.

Yeah... you and the rest of the world darling...

what IS that? ugh! lija!!!! that was MEAN! i wouldn't do that to my worst enemy!

uh... lets THINK about that one Orlando...

well.. he could be fucking like, a donkey or something... models are basically whores too... *cough*

HAHAHHAHAHAH ooooh you have NO idea Lija... LOL... some is kind of an understatement... even in the real world. LOL...

RED FUCKING CARD!! CHRIST Elijah that was MEAN! you know, i couldn't tell you exactly WHY... but it was!!!

okay... you know, that is one of the best chapters... so much portrayed in so little time... and its a damn evil disguised cliff hanger...

i give up. cliff hangers are EVIL... and that was a particularly mean one... so... FEED ME MORE!!

:kiss2:

Laila - You couldn't make this more sad :( Poor Elijah - he's so hurt. But he has to be able to tell Orlando the truth! Please?

I'm looking forward to hearing Orlando's side of things - how he's really been. You have such a gift for writing feelings. They really do come "off the page" so to speak.

Patiently waiting for more... :bow: :bow: :bow:

:laugh: Wow!! Elijah's pissed! <_< Then again... so would I.

:love: Please write more soon.

man, i don't think I have ever heard Elijah so mad, in my life!
poor dude!
I think He should be mad!
That was great!!
^_^
Can't wait for more

.: Six :.


“Oh come on, Lij, that ain’t fair.”

“Fair? Don’t fucking talk to me about fair, Orlando. I spent the last three months being in love with you, and-” I froze, realising what I’d just said. Shit. “Look, why the fuck are you even here? Why now?”

Orlando reached out and touched my face. It was like I’d been hit with a thousand volts of electricity, like his touch was lightning.

“You wanted to go home, Elijah,” he said softly, “You’re the one who wanted to end it.” Surprisingly, he didn’t look like he was accusing me. He just looked sad.

“Yeah, but what were my options, Orlando? Follow you around hiding in hotel rooms, hoping that every now and then you’d have the time to see me? And you would have dated Kate, or someone else like her, anyway. Someone would have gotten suspicious, and you would have had to get a cover. What do you think that would have done to me?”

He cupped my face, looking down into my eyes. I noticed that he had tears in his. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Yeah, well…” I tried to look away, but he held me firm.

“I wanted to come see you. Every day, I wanted to know how you were; I wanted to know that you were safe. I was so scared that stuff like what happened with the priest was still happening… or worse. But I couldn’t…I couldn’t come to you. I don’t know why.”

“You were scared of what you’d find,” I sighed, “You were scared that I wouldn’t be the same, right? You were scared that it wouldn’t be like those nights in New Orleans anymore. Because it’s so much easier to hold onto a fantasy than it is to actually try and live it.”

Orlando nodded and leaned his head down until his forehead rested against mine. “Yeah. I was a fuckin’ coward. But I never stopped wanting you, Elijah. I fucking swear.”

Reaching around him, I held him like I’d wanted to for so long, pulling his body into mine. “Shit, Orlando, what are you trying to do to me, huh?”

“I ain’t doin’ nothin’,” he whispered, and slowly, slowly brought his lips to mine, giving me the softest kiss, as if he were afraid that I‘d be bruised by the slightest pressure. I felt tears flood my eyes, tears of relief and pain and happiness all at once. And I knew that if had the chance, I was going to let myself get hurt on him again.

I just didn’t care, though. I couldn’t bring myself to think of tomorrow, or the next day, or next week. I couldn’t bring myself to think of the inevitable moment when Orlando was going to leave me and go back to Kate. My mind was stuck in the here an now, with him kissing me, still so gentle and sweet. I forgot the picture entirely. His public persona, the alluring manliness he tried to project, it all crumbled to dust in the face of that kiss. Christ. I still loved him.

And, me being me, as soon as the thought entered my head, I had to say it. “Orlando,” I said, pulling away and softly stroking his cheek, “I meant it. I’ve spent the last three months loving you. Sometimes I wish I’d stayed with you, for you.” He frowned and shook his head, but I kept on, “I’m serious. I loved you. I wanted to be with you.”

“Lij…don’t play me…” I almost laughed, we were both so insecure, we were each sure the other was going to hurt us. And maybe we would, maybe we’d both fuck up again. But why did that matter now? Why did that have to be the issue?

“I’m not. I went out and I bought your Films, just so I could hear your voice, look at your face. Whenever I saw a magazine with you in it, I had to get it. I’ve been acting like a teenage girl, you know?” I grinned, trying to lighten the mood. Orlando grinned back at me.

“Well, you look like a teenage girl…” he started, and I lightly punched him in the stomach. He grabbed my hand and held it there, looking deep into my eyes. “Thought you weren’t into that?”

I almost felt like crying as I remembered our old joke, the words that had cracked the ice the first time we met. I spread out my fingers, feeling his stomach which was still satisfyingly hard, the muscles tight, just like I remembered. Oh, god, oh god…for the first time, it dawned on me that I could possibly sleep with him again tonight. The thought left me breathless.

Wow that was just ...oh fantastic.

as Tony the tiger says "Its GRRRRRREAAAT!!!"

I hope Elijah and Orlando get it together- its so heartbreaking when they bite at each other and are so insecure.

More i need more!! :eek:

:bow:

Gem

knee trembling good, laila.

its so... bittersweet - sweet because they love each other so much and their feelings are so strong, bitter because society and status keeps them as far apart as it can. Until Orlando finally decided to bite the bullet and find his Elijah. Which was the best thing he'd ever done.

wow...

Your not the only one being left breathless at that thought, babe.

post more soon Laila

:kiss2:

that is cute!!
Really!!
Atlease Orlando went back!!
^_^
can't wait for more!!

:cry: This fic gets sadder and sadder..... **tear**

please write more?

Oh Laila... he's going to get his heart broken again. And then I'm going to cry :cry:

Aww... thank you all so much :)

*huuuuuugs*

*lol* Now I just gotta get Family Portrait a little more read ;)

I love Family Portrait. Pleeassee update

Thank you!
But I got really self-conscious about my writing lately - I mean I always was but Family POrtrait was like SOOOO successful at times, but now that I post it again especially the beginning, cause it get's better, I feel like - Hello there are so many who are completely out of my ligue why do I post this at all...
erm yeah my self-conscious rambles as always... *sigh* ;)

silly me

:love: I feel that way too most of the time when I write... It feels hopless sometimes doesn't it? **sighs** But I've come to the conclusion that writing isn't just about the fans... It's about the story line! If you belive enough in a story then you should keep posting, and who know. Maybe there are people reading your fanfic but just can't reply. Or you have so many pages that they think that the story is almost comlete! So they don't read it.

In any case just keep your head up, things will get better! ^_^

Laila, i love everything that you write that i have time to read. and though i dont reply all the time due to tight times etc, i love your work: its just pure brilliance. Family Portrait and this story here are some of my favorites on the board. Don't doubt yourself or how much we love and admire you and your work.

please keep wriitng and posting!

Heidi :kiss2: