This one I wrote for *Amalie*, who asked me to write a Heath/Orlando shortie that contained the following words:

Earrings
Moon
Surf
Train
Diary

Girl, the earrings were HORRIBLE! :D

Anyway, it's just a shortie, hope you'll enjoy ;)


Unstoppable


To surf or not to surf, that’s the question.

With narrowed eyes I gaze at the Australian sky, contemplating whether to crash the waves or not. It’s tempting, it’s terribly terribly tempting, and even though I know the weather is perhaps a bit too stormy, the sea is practically calling to me. It’s rumbling persistently, alluringly, and I know I can’t resist – even though Orlando has expressed his worries more than just once. Deep in my heart I know that he is right when he says it’s too dangerous for me to surf now, but I want to be reckless as well sometimes, I want to get a kick out of doing something I’m afraid to do.

“There’s nobody you have to impress here,” the voice of Orlando sounds from behind me, and I realise the Brit is starting to get annoyed now.

“This isn’t about impressing,” I reply, my eyes fixed on the grumbling sea.

“Isn’t it?” Orlando spats, roughly grabbing my shoulder to spin me around. His eyes are flaring with a combination of anger and concern, darker than ever before, and the wind is blowing his hair in different directions as his grip on my shoulders tightens.

“I love you Heath,” he says, his voice softening, and for a moment I’m only aware of his eyes. “You don’t have to prove me that you’re brave or daring or whatever it is you’re trying to prove, because I already know that you are. And even if you weren’t I would still love you.”

“This got nothing to do with you,” I retort sharply, feeling oddly irritated, shrugging Orlando’s hands off my shoulders. “Not everything revolves around you.”

A brief flash of hurt crosses his eyes as his jaw tightens and suddenly I realise how beautiful he actually is. Somehow the light of the moon that is starting to appear from behind the clouds makes him look more ethereal than I have ever seen before and instantly I regret my words.

“Orlando, I’m-”

“Sorry, yes,” he finishes for me, his voice bitter. “You’re always sorry when the damage is already done.”

“That’s not fair,” I whisper, realising this has absolutely nothing to do with surfing anymore. I bit my lip until it almost bleeds, trying to blink the tears away, and I look at Orlando, feeling strangely lost. “Why did you have to bring this up again? I thought we had already talked it over, I mean, I thought… I thought…” I fall silent, looking down at the sand underneath my bare feet – the only sound the waves and the wind.

“You thought that I had already forgotten about it, is that it?” Orlando says, hurt clearly distinguishable in his voice. “Let me tell you something Heath. I can’t stop thinking about it, it f*cking hunts me everywhere I go and no matter how much you regret what you did, I can’t just put this behind me.”

“I… I understand that, it’s just…”

“No, I don’t think you do, Heath,” Orlando interrupts my stammering again, “I f*cking love you and I do everything I can to make sure you’re alright, even after everything you put me through. And what do I get in return? No, listen to me Heath. Have you ever stopped to think how I’m feeling?”

“I’m sorry, alright?” I say, tears streaming over my cheeks, feeling rejected and hurt. “I’m sorry for being such a crappy boyfriend. I’m sorry for dedicating half my diary to poems about you, for crying myself to sleep when you’re not with me. I’m sorry that I love you so f*cking much that I keep on asking myself why you ever forgave me for what I did.”

Irritatedly I wipe away the tears from my face with the back of my hand, hardly daring to look at Orlando, who is eyeing me silently. I have no idea what thoughts are running through his head at the moment and I’m not sure if I even want to know. With a shaky voice, I continue.

“You were right. I was trying to impress you and I hate it that you keep on saying that I don’t have to prove anything, because I do. I feel like I have to prove my love to you, Orlando. Every day again I fear that you’ll leave me, that you’ll finally see what a f*cking loser I am for having cheated on you. And I hate myself for saying what I just did: that not everything always revolves around you, because it does.”

Quickly I turn around and walk away, not even waiting for his reaction, my feet leaving prints in the sand. My mind is spinning and thoughts are whirling through my mind. I’m not sure whether it was wise to spill it all, to share my frustrations and I don’t know whether to be relieved or anxious.

Ever since I made that stupid unforgivable mistake three months ago, I’ve been feeling helpless, lost. I don’t know what drove me to it, but when he was gone for four weeks to shoot a movie, I slept with someone else. A woman. Before I could confess it, Orlando had already found a pair of glistening golden earrings between the sheets of our bed, and I still remember the devastated look in his eyes when he realised what was going on.

The fact that he forgave me, eventually, only added to the guilt that was building up inside me till almost unbearable heights, and with each sweet whispered word he let out, that feeling grew. I knew that deep in his heart he was still hurt and I felt horrible to be the cause of that. I knew that I didn’t deserve his love, and I just couldn’t return all that kindness, all that devotion. I was afraid to lose him, afraid to be myself around him, and apparently he thought now that I had just been ignoring him, that I had only been thinking about myself.

As I make my way across the deserted beach, I wonder what will happen next. At least we both know now what the other is really feeling and thinking, but I have no idea whether that will be enough to go on. I don’t know if I can ever regain Orlando’s confidence again, if I will ever be able to show him how much he really means to me, how much I honestly regret my mistakes. With all my might, I hope I can, because God knows I can’t live without him anymore.

“Heath, wait!”

Orlando’s voice interrupts my train of thought and I stop dead in my tracks before slowly turning around. My eyes are greeted by the sight of Orlando running up to me, the foul wind slowing him down, and if I didn’t have the feeling my fate was in his hands now, I would have smiled.

“Heath,” he says again, a little out of breath this time when he’s standing in front of me, his expressive eyes reflecting the hope that has nestled itself in my heart. “I don’t know what to say… Please forgive me for questioning your love, I didn’t…” His voice trails off as his eyes lower and I watch him silently, unable to speak. “You’re not a loser. Don’t be afraid that I’ll leave you because you’re simply the most amazing person I have ever met. I forgave you for what happened because you mean the world to me and even though I still think about it, I know you can make me forget. Make me forget, Heath.”

In his eyes I see a plea that I cannot ignore and when I lean down and kiss him, I know that together we’ll get through this. Together we’re unstoppable.


~The End~

Soo...
soooooo sad but beautiful...
:cry:

:cry2: :cry2: :cry2:

wow...


hug
Laila

Oh sweetie, you posted this here too! I read it again, it only got greater and more beautiful...luv it 4eva! :king:

My eyes were glued to the title, and i decided to read it. And woot! Then I realised that it was your story! :D Whee!

*sigh* What can I say.. Boys will be boys, whatever you do. I just wish he'd listen to Orlando when he's being all worried and cute! Because I would, if I'd get the chance to be with him and shag him senseless!!11!1! Ahem, anyway.. Silly Heath.

Nobody to impress indeed! lol, it might be just silly ol' me, but I really got the picture as if Heathh was a little kid, and Orlando's dad, worrying about him and all. Not like that though! you perverts :D

Aww. :cry: :cry: Just listen to him! Isn't he adorable?! He loves you Heath, so stop being all childish!

*pokes Heath with a stick* Shame on you! :cry2: You know you don't mean it! Now down on your knees and beg for forgiveness! <_<

Aww, no, look, he loves you too Orlando! He's just.. I dunno. *turns to Heath* Me:Why are you being like this?!?
Heath: 0____o;; I'm sorry..
Me: You need some spanking, boy.

Oh my.. :cry: :cry2: :cry: :cry2: :cry:

*stabs Heath* :anger:

*wipes away tears* There there Orlando.. That's good.. :love:

:bow: Just perfect.

Aww thank you thank you thank you! :wub: :x

Quote Replies are SO cool!

Was this part really that sad? :D

:blink: :cry:
Woah.
This was incredible.
I really liked it a lot!

~Stacy~

editted to add: I just realized that everyone was quoting this paragraph! It's brilliant, though!

I know you like them, that's kinda why I'm doing them and woot, they're actually fun to write! *hints to all others* ;) :P

And YEEESH, it was that sad! :( I really felt bad for poor little Heath when I read it.

Thank you Stacy! :x

And lol@you quoting that paragraph again, hahahha.

Ehehe.. It has that effect on people you see. :) It's in every post but yours and *Amalies*! :D

“I’m sorry, alright?” I say, tears streaming over my cheeks, feeling rejected and hurt. “I’m sorry for being such a crappy boyfriend. I’m sorry for dedicating half my diary to poems about you, for crying myself to sleep when you’re not with me. I’m sorry that I love you so f*cking much that I keep on asking myself why you ever forgave me for what I did.”

I'm lame, i know. :D

:laugh:

Lame or not, you made me laugh, hahah :D

Damn, I should stop replying in my own thread so much :blink:

Ahaha, really? Go me! :D

lmao, why? :) Or maybe, yeah, write another slashy story instead of wasting your time and precious IQ, lol.

I am! It's another Heath/Lando-one :tsk: ;)

*zips self*

Ahaaaaa.... LOL, I am already dreaming away here.. Whee.. Heh. Orlando/Heath is such a cute couple, it feels as if they have quite a few things in common! Like.. Uhmm.. Yeah, curly hair! :D And they are adorable, and woot! Both their accents makes me drop down on the floor and squirm. :laugh: