Post by OrliKeiraluva on Mar 29, 2005 13:34:36 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't own Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley or any other celebrities in thid fiction...
Ok, this site is becoming way too quiet for my taste, so I'm forcing myself to write another fic. i hope this one is better than my last one, since i got more practice since 'Be Mine.' enjoy! ;D
Summary: Orli and Keira dated for three years since they started filming the first movie in 2003, but something went wrong and they broke up in 2006 just after the sequels came out, not having any contact what so ever for two more years. Then, in 2008, they meet again. Is a friendship possible after all they’ve been through… (sorry guys, I’m really terrible at summaries)
When I woke up this morning, I was looking forward to spending a nice long day doing what I want, since I got a holiday at last after one and a half years of filming. I was enjoying my time off just staying at home in London with my family and friends, savouring my well deserved break with the people I love. You have no idea how great it was to be back again.
I spent most of the day shopping with my best friend, Nicki, and was now just loafing around in front of the TV eating left over pizza from the night before when the phone started ringing. I jumped up, put the TV on mute and ran towards the phone, wiping my hands on my jeans as I went.
“Hello?” I said after sliding to a stop on the floor in front of the phone and picking it up.
"Keira?"
I froze.
"Hi," the familiar male voice said in a nervous tone. I slowly sat myself down on the edge of the coffee table in disbelief. I don't know what thoughts ran through my head at that instant, but it took a few seconds before I could make an attempt to speak.
"Hello Orlando." Two years. That's how long it’s been since I'd last heard his voice. Well, actually, that wasn't entirely true. As much as I hated to admit it, I'd watched the movies.
"I…I've wanted to call you but…" he paused as if choosing his words carefully. "Well…things have been fairly hectic."
I couldn't think how to respond. Why the hell would he call me now, after all this time? After all those sleepless nights I had spent staring at the empty pillow beside me, I finally had my life back on track. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth to speak. "I know." It was all I could muster.
There was a moment of silence and I listened to the sound of him breathing on the other end of the line before he spoke again. "Keira, I'm in London. I…I'd like to see you."
And that was when the realization of his phone call actually hit me. I panicked. Not because I didn't want to see him, but because I knew I didn't have the strength to turn him down. After months and months of agonizing heartache I'd finally found the point where I could handle constantly seeing his face on billboards, magazines and television without breaking down. I'd learnt to deal with whatever was thrown my way in life alone. And more importantly, I was learning how to trust again. I thought I was well and truly over him. And with so few words he rendered me powerless once again. I hated myself so much at that moment.
"Keira?"
I closed my eyes, desperately wishing he hadn't called or that I could gather the courage needed to just hang up the phone and never think about him again. "Sure. I mean yeah…sounds good."
He made a noise that suggested a reaction of something between shock and relief. I just sat there staring at the carpet beneath my feet. I didn't even move when Nicki came bounding down the stairs and into the room shouting something about dinner with her boyfriend, Paul. She must have caught sight of the look on my face, because she shut up pretty quickly and sat down beside me.
"Everything okay?" she mouthed and I nodded my head. There was no way in the world I was going to tell her who was on the other end of the line, not just yet anyway.
"Can I come and pick you up?" Orlando asked.
"What, now?"
"Well…yeah, if you're not doing anything." But I was doing something. I was quietly dying just that little bit on the inside. Throwing away the hours and days and months of time that had healed the wounds and made life bearable again.
"Give me half an hour," I muttered.
"No problem. See you soon." Click.
Okay, so maybe I'm over-dramatizing things just a little bit. But see, Orli was my first love. And we all know how difficult that can be when it comes to an end. We were together for almost three years and that's a long time, even by my standards.
If you asked him for one word to sum up our relationship, I know exactly what he'd say. Intense. And he'd have that smirk on his face as he said it too, the one where the corner of his lips turned upwards ever so slightly to imply that he was damn proud of the fact. But ask me and I'd tell you the one word he'd probably cringe upon hearing. Turbulent.
I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on Orlando. How could I forget? He nearly bowled me over coming down the stairs of the building the auditions of ‘Pirates’ was being held at. "Sh*t!" was the first thing that came out of his mouth as he grabbed a hold of me to keep me from falling flat on my arse. Once I'd steadied myself and released my arms from his grip, I gave him a rather annoyed glare and a very sarcastic, "Gee, thanks." And what did he do? He just smiled. Damn he was cute, too. He stood there for a few drawn out seconds, looking at me, and then took off down the street, glancing back my way before he rounded the corner.
It wasn't long before we encountered each other again, this time on the set of ‘Pirates,’ but we barely got in two words to each other at first, because of all the filming chaos. We didn’t get together till that fateful night at a pub not far from the set. It was a Tuesday night and the cast had decided to all go down to the pub for a few quiet drinks (ya ya, I know I was too young, but shut up!) and a game of snooker. It was my turn and I was walking around the table eyeing up my options. When I finally settled on a shot, I bent forward to line it up. I started to pull back when I felt the end of the cue hit something and I turned my head to see Orlando standing behind me, the stick resting just at the top of his jeans. He was grinning from ear to ear, just like the day we first 'bumped' into each other.
It turned out that he was a real great guy, so if I had wanted to avoid him it would have been impossible. Not that I wanted to avoid him. Truth be told I rather fancied him from the moment I saw him. I didn't know anything about him and yet, when he looked at me with those huge dark eyes, it felt as though we'd known each other for years. Such a crazy feeling that. And how could I resist that incredible smile? Or the way he softly spoke to me with intent interest, asking questions I would never have been game enough to ask someone I barely knew. He was just so full of confidence and it was so cute!
Sounds silly I know, but by the next morning when I awoke in his arms, I knew I loved him. He always told me he felt exactly the same, but then Orli was like that. He never did anything by halves. And really you couldn't have found two people more incompatible than Orli and I. But somehow we became inseparable, each of us opening up a whole new world for one another. Life with Orli was like this amazing roller coaster ride. Some days I swear I wanted nothing more than to walk away and never look back and other days I'd yearn for the excitement and intense emotions that only his love could deliver. Don't get me wrong. I was pretty feisty as well. When we argued it was usually for days and a resolution was rarely found. We just fought until we got tired of it. And then we'd collapse in each other's arms and hold on tight.
We were so lucky that we had both been chosen for the lead roles in the hit movie ‘Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl and the time we spent together on and off set just made our love for each other stronger. He was so hard working and determined and stubborn and I liked that. There were times, though, when it became a little draining. Just because of the way our careers had taken off after the movie and all the rumours that were flying around. Trying to maintain a serious relationship under those conditions was more than difficult. It was damn near impossible.
And yet we made it work for us for just a while, until something had to give.
Ok, this site is becoming way too quiet for my taste, so I'm forcing myself to write another fic. i hope this one is better than my last one, since i got more practice since 'Be Mine.' enjoy! ;D
Summary: Orli and Keira dated for three years since they started filming the first movie in 2003, but something went wrong and they broke up in 2006 just after the sequels came out, not having any contact what so ever for two more years. Then, in 2008, they meet again. Is a friendship possible after all they’ve been through… (sorry guys, I’m really terrible at summaries)
When I woke up this morning, I was looking forward to spending a nice long day doing what I want, since I got a holiday at last after one and a half years of filming. I was enjoying my time off just staying at home in London with my family and friends, savouring my well deserved break with the people I love. You have no idea how great it was to be back again.
I spent most of the day shopping with my best friend, Nicki, and was now just loafing around in front of the TV eating left over pizza from the night before when the phone started ringing. I jumped up, put the TV on mute and ran towards the phone, wiping my hands on my jeans as I went.
“Hello?” I said after sliding to a stop on the floor in front of the phone and picking it up.
"Keira?"
I froze.
"Hi," the familiar male voice said in a nervous tone. I slowly sat myself down on the edge of the coffee table in disbelief. I don't know what thoughts ran through my head at that instant, but it took a few seconds before I could make an attempt to speak.
"Hello Orlando." Two years. That's how long it’s been since I'd last heard his voice. Well, actually, that wasn't entirely true. As much as I hated to admit it, I'd watched the movies.
"I…I've wanted to call you but…" he paused as if choosing his words carefully. "Well…things have been fairly hectic."
I couldn't think how to respond. Why the hell would he call me now, after all this time? After all those sleepless nights I had spent staring at the empty pillow beside me, I finally had my life back on track. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth to speak. "I know." It was all I could muster.
There was a moment of silence and I listened to the sound of him breathing on the other end of the line before he spoke again. "Keira, I'm in London. I…I'd like to see you."
And that was when the realization of his phone call actually hit me. I panicked. Not because I didn't want to see him, but because I knew I didn't have the strength to turn him down. After months and months of agonizing heartache I'd finally found the point where I could handle constantly seeing his face on billboards, magazines and television without breaking down. I'd learnt to deal with whatever was thrown my way in life alone. And more importantly, I was learning how to trust again. I thought I was well and truly over him. And with so few words he rendered me powerless once again. I hated myself so much at that moment.
"Keira?"
I closed my eyes, desperately wishing he hadn't called or that I could gather the courage needed to just hang up the phone and never think about him again. "Sure. I mean yeah…sounds good."
He made a noise that suggested a reaction of something between shock and relief. I just sat there staring at the carpet beneath my feet. I didn't even move when Nicki came bounding down the stairs and into the room shouting something about dinner with her boyfriend, Paul. She must have caught sight of the look on my face, because she shut up pretty quickly and sat down beside me.
"Everything okay?" she mouthed and I nodded my head. There was no way in the world I was going to tell her who was on the other end of the line, not just yet anyway.
"Can I come and pick you up?" Orlando asked.
"What, now?"
"Well…yeah, if you're not doing anything." But I was doing something. I was quietly dying just that little bit on the inside. Throwing away the hours and days and months of time that had healed the wounds and made life bearable again.
"Give me half an hour," I muttered.
"No problem. See you soon." Click.
Okay, so maybe I'm over-dramatizing things just a little bit. But see, Orli was my first love. And we all know how difficult that can be when it comes to an end. We were together for almost three years and that's a long time, even by my standards.
If you asked him for one word to sum up our relationship, I know exactly what he'd say. Intense. And he'd have that smirk on his face as he said it too, the one where the corner of his lips turned upwards ever so slightly to imply that he was damn proud of the fact. But ask me and I'd tell you the one word he'd probably cringe upon hearing. Turbulent.
I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on Orlando. How could I forget? He nearly bowled me over coming down the stairs of the building the auditions of ‘Pirates’ was being held at. "Sh*t!" was the first thing that came out of his mouth as he grabbed a hold of me to keep me from falling flat on my arse. Once I'd steadied myself and released my arms from his grip, I gave him a rather annoyed glare and a very sarcastic, "Gee, thanks." And what did he do? He just smiled. Damn he was cute, too. He stood there for a few drawn out seconds, looking at me, and then took off down the street, glancing back my way before he rounded the corner.
It wasn't long before we encountered each other again, this time on the set of ‘Pirates,’ but we barely got in two words to each other at first, because of all the filming chaos. We didn’t get together till that fateful night at a pub not far from the set. It was a Tuesday night and the cast had decided to all go down to the pub for a few quiet drinks (ya ya, I know I was too young, but shut up!) and a game of snooker. It was my turn and I was walking around the table eyeing up my options. When I finally settled on a shot, I bent forward to line it up. I started to pull back when I felt the end of the cue hit something and I turned my head to see Orlando standing behind me, the stick resting just at the top of his jeans. He was grinning from ear to ear, just like the day we first 'bumped' into each other.
It turned out that he was a real great guy, so if I had wanted to avoid him it would have been impossible. Not that I wanted to avoid him. Truth be told I rather fancied him from the moment I saw him. I didn't know anything about him and yet, when he looked at me with those huge dark eyes, it felt as though we'd known each other for years. Such a crazy feeling that. And how could I resist that incredible smile? Or the way he softly spoke to me with intent interest, asking questions I would never have been game enough to ask someone I barely knew. He was just so full of confidence and it was so cute!
Sounds silly I know, but by the next morning when I awoke in his arms, I knew I loved him. He always told me he felt exactly the same, but then Orli was like that. He never did anything by halves. And really you couldn't have found two people more incompatible than Orli and I. But somehow we became inseparable, each of us opening up a whole new world for one another. Life with Orli was like this amazing roller coaster ride. Some days I swear I wanted nothing more than to walk away and never look back and other days I'd yearn for the excitement and intense emotions that only his love could deliver. Don't get me wrong. I was pretty feisty as well. When we argued it was usually for days and a resolution was rarely found. We just fought until we got tired of it. And then we'd collapse in each other's arms and hold on tight.
We were so lucky that we had both been chosen for the lead roles in the hit movie ‘Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl and the time we spent together on and off set just made our love for each other stronger. He was so hard working and determined and stubborn and I liked that. There were times, though, when it became a little draining. Just because of the way our careers had taken off after the movie and all the rumours that were flying around. Trying to maintain a serious relationship under those conditions was more than difficult. It was damn near impossible.
And yet we made it work for us for just a while, until something had to give.