Torn | By : memeann Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General > Lord of the Ring Stars Views: 837 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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There are few things in life that that makes me happier then spending a comfy night on the couch, with a big bowl of popcorn, a movie and a good friend. Doing a quick inventory I notice my popcorn. Check. DVD. Double check. Now the friend is nowhere in sight.
‘Damn actors, I bet he’s primping or something.’ I think to myself ‘He walked through the front door of my house how long ago? Oh yeah, about twenty minutes ago and I haven’t seen him since.’
“Orlando, get your cute little Brit ass out here now!” I yell wrapping an afghan around my shoulder. I should turn up the heat, but I’m too lazy to get up.
A thump comes from the bathroom and I smile knowing he’d closed the lid on my toilet. Trained him well. It only took a couple of months. I also got him to stop drinking from the milk carton, that however is another story.
“Cute little Brit ass? Is that what you just said to me?” My friend emerges from the lavatory wiping his hands on his jeans.
“Oh don’t let it go to your head, I was just trying to get you out here so we could watch the movie. It does have to go back to Blockbuster sooner or later.”
“You know Jones, you are such a pain some times.”
“That’s me, Deanna Jones, singer, dancer and all around pain in the ass.” I tease as Orlando sits at the end of the couch. “Oh Orli, before you sit, hit play on the DVD player.”
Orli of course has already sat merely five seconds before and has to get back up. He scowls and gets to his feet while I stifle a giggle. I know it annoys him just enough to make him grumble ,but I always stops before he gets angry. Not that he could ever really get that upset with me, he loves me. The sooner he admits that the better off the world will be.
We met a little more then a year ago on the set of Saturday Night Live. Orlando had been hosting and Britney Spears had cancelled as the musical guest. In a last effort the SNL producer contacted me, who had a hit single on the country music chart and I’d flown out immediately. We bonded quickly and have been very close since. Even alternating visiting each other’s homes. This time it being Orlando’s turn to come to Texas to see me.
“Anything else your highness?” He only half jokes.
“Nope, that’s good thanks.” I really am a pain at times, but mostly only to him. I’m not sure why exactly, I guess it’s the faces he makes. I’m a simple girl and I know, there’s nothing I can do about that.
“No, not this again.” A gold pirate medallion comes into the screen and Orli groans.
“Come on,” I declare cheerfully, kicking him playfully in the thigh. “it’s my favorite of your movies.”
“Why must we watch one of my movies, love?”
“Because I can’t ask annoying questions like ‘Oh that look like it hurt. Did it?’ or ‘Gee I bet he was a jerk to work with. Was he?’ I can’t let that happen.”
Orlando just shakes his head grinning candidly. Sometimes I’m certain I drive him to the brink of insanity, others I’m pretty sure it’s me that keeps him from losing his mind.
“I wish I had a camera with me love, I’m sure a few of your fifteen year old boy fans would love this look.”
Okay, so my curly brown hair is pulled back in a scrunchi and I’m dressed in sweats and slippers. I know I don’t look so great right now but I don’t have to look like I just stepped out of the page of vogue all the time. I’m insulted, he will pay, as soon as I figure out how to get him back.
“Well, everyone has a flaw.” I sigh.
Orlando shakes his head. “Not me.”
Let’s see, sweet, smart, nice to look at, talented and he’s got that really cute accent. Damn it to hell, he’s fucking perfect. I hate him, that’s it all the votes are in and I hate Orli Bloom.
“Your ears are too big.” I snort.
He rolls his eyes at me and turns his head back to the movie. We sit in silence through the rest of the movie and the next thing I know my eyelids have slid close. I toss over and snuggle into the back of the couch, suddenly tired. I feel the knit blanket slip off of my shoulders and fall to the floor, yet I don’t have the energy to pick it up.
“I’m going to get going love, do you want me to help you into you room?” I open my eyes for a brief second to see Orli’s left the sofa and is now standing above me.
“No… comfy here, bed too far…” I trail off as my eyes close once more.
“All right. I’ll see you tomorrow then, love.” He picks up the afghan and puts back over me, kissing my cheek in the process. “Call me in the morning”
I nod and hear the sound of footsteps on my hardwood floor, followed by the gentle click of my front door closing. Yup, need sleep. I’m taking him to rehearsal with my band tomorrow, if I want be able to sing at practice I need rest…
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