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Post by Reens on Jul 16, 2004 11:52:02 GMT -5
Hehe You are on a roll. Go Di Go Di Go Didi *cheerz*
p.s. the stupid server is giving me way too many errors. If I keep logged in and won't post know my 'puter is acting up...
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 16, 2004 12:17:37 GMT -5
I know, it has been doing it to me too. I'm not sure how many chapters I have, really. All I know is that it's over 80 pages long. I'm trying to get caught up so I can post the movie...yeah, did I essplaine that? The movie that they're all in...that's what I'm writing and going to post, as soon as it is all caught up :)
I growled and brushed my hair out for the fifth time. “Arg!” I screamed at my reflection. “I think I should just cut it all off!” I was already dressed in low rise blue jeans and a white top that resembled a tube top. It had short sleeves and it tied into a thick bow in the back, the leftover fabric hanging down to my waist. My stomach was very much exposed, but I was quite comfortable. I fastened a multi-colored stone necklace around my neck and sighed. “Bloody hair,” I grumbled. Deciding it wasn’t worth the aggravation, I pulled it all back into a simple ponytail. Now I was good to go. The red carpet is one of the two things that I absolutely love about the premier parties. I stopped so many times to have my pictures taken, Press shouted, “Over here, Keira!”, “Keira, look this way!”, “Blow us a kiss, Keira!”. I obliged, turning this way and that, smiling all the while and living in the moment. Excitement rushed through me and I blew the press before I moved on. Next came my second favorite part. The fans. I smiled wider for them because this was what a premier was all about. A chance to see some of the people who made me feel like I was on top of the world. The love and support they gave to me was the most gratifying feeling. I signed pictures, and posters, and gave out kisses. Mickey Mouse was in the crowd and I made my way over to him. Placing my hands in his large white gloved ones, he bent his enormous plastic head to kiss my ands. I pretended to blush and cameras flashed all around me. Suddenly the fans went wild. I knew that meant that either Johnny or Orlando had just arrived. I looked to see Johnny pausing for pictures in a brownish yellow suit, complete with a 1950’s style hat of the same color. I chatted with more fans and gave small interviews to television reporters. Just as Johnny reached me and planted a small kiss on my cheek, the fans went wild again. “Ah,” Johnny grinned. “Here comes Boy Wonder.”<br> Orlando looked devastatingly handsome. He wore all black, save the red and white striped belt around his waist. He grinned from ear to ear, posing for pictures and signing autographs. Just to watch him made me smile, knowing he was having as much fun as I was. I caught his eye and he cast me a wink, smiling brilliantly. People turned to see my reaction, so I blew him a kiss in return and the crowd went nutty. “Keira Knightly, you look ravishing,” Patrick Stinson of E! News Live told me.
“Why thank you, Patrick. You look quite handsome yourself.” He grinned into the camera. After asking me a few questions about my character and my role in the film, he asked, “So what was it like to work with Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom?”<br> “Dreadful,” I answered with a straight face. “They’re both just terrible actors and not that easy to look at, if you know what I mean.”<br> “Oh, I do,” he responded with a smile. “And you actually had to kiss Orlando Bloom. That must have been close to torture.”<br> I giggled, unable to hold my laughter in anymore. “For a few hours on end, take after take. It was awful! I made them pay me extra that day.”<br> “Of course.” He turned to watch Johnny walking by then looked at me again. “Johnny just snubbed you.”<br> “I know,” I said with a shrug. “None of us really get along at all.” Out of nowhere, Orlando came bolting down the red carpet and jumped on Johnny’s back. Johnny caught him easily and they both laughed and carried on. In the middle of another interview, Orlando sidled up to me and draped his arm around my shoulder. “Hello darling.” We exchanged warm smiles and he kissed my cheek. “Hello beautiful.”<br> “Orlando Bloom,” the reporter said, shaking his hand. “How’s it going man?”<br> “Really well, actually.” He was beaming, soaking in all the attention. “It’s crazy out here. All these girls are screaming your name.”<br> Orlando chuckled. “It is a bit mad, isn’t it?”<br> “You even made one girl cry. What’s the deal with that?”<br> “Yes, poor thing.” He rubbed his chin. “She’s watched me in Lord of the Rings so many times and seen how beautiful Legolas was, she was a bit disappointed to see that this is what he really looked like.” I hit him playfully and all three of us laughed. Soon it was time for the movie to begin and we were ushered inside to find our seats. Orlando and I sat with Johnny and Vanessa between us. Despite the levity we had used with each other in front of the cameras, there was still a strange tension between us. I could feel his eyes on me and I tried to settle into my seat so he couldn’t see me. Thankfully, the movie was introduced, thanks were given out, and the opening credits began to play.
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Post by Reens on Jul 16, 2004 13:57:29 GMT -5
No. I think you conveniently forgot to tell us. OMG... I am so happy... weeee
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 16, 2004 14:36:45 GMT -5
*blows kisses* now you see why I am rushing?
“Okay, I need…two cups of flour.” Jeremy read from the recipe and I went to the cupboard to get the flour. “So now I don’t know what to do.” I measured out the flour and handed it to him. “Do you still want to marry him? I guess that’s the bottom line.” He dumped the flour in and pointed to the counter. “Vanilla.”<br> I handed him the small bottle of vanilla, then crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. I watched him as he poured some into his bowl. “You didn’t measure it.”<br> “No need to,” he said with a grin. “And in answer to my question?”<br> “Of course I still want to marry him…” “But?” He stirred, gently folding egg whites into his mixture. “It sounded like there was a but in there.”<br> My shoulders sagged. “I don’t know.” I handed him a cookie sheet with two white ceramic ramekin dishes on it. “He loves his lifestyle so much.” Jeremy nodded, scooping the mixture into the dishes. “And he thrives on attention from the media and his fans.” I opened the oven door and he gently slid the cookie sheet in, careful to close the door softly. “And you hate attention.” He piled the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. “I know. Believe me, I’m the same way. Orlando and Jill must have gotten all the love of attention, cause I sure didn’t get any.”<br> “What do I do Jeremy? I’m so confused.”<br> He didn’t answer me for a moment. “What are you doing this weekend?”<br> I blinked. “Excuse me?”<br> Grinning, he took off the black apron he wore and reached for his baseball cap. “What are you doing this weekend?” he repeated, putting his cap on backwards. His hair stuck out in awkward places and I ducked my head to hide my laughter. “Um, nothing. Why?”<br> “Would you come to Vermont with me?”<br> My head snapped up. “To the Olympic tryouts?” I found it so cute that he was blushing when he nodded. “Really?” I breathed. “You’d really let me come with you?”<br> “Let you?” he scoffed. “Are you kidding? I want you to.”<br> I jumped up and flung my arms around his neck. “You don’t know how much this means to me.” I felt his muscular arms encircle me and I felt strangely at peace. “It would mean a lot to me too,” he whispered. “It would give you a chance to get away and think. And I’m nervous as all get out. Just knowing you’ll be there to support me makes me feel so much better.”<br> “What are you nervous about?” I asked as we broke the embrace. “Jeremy, you are an excellent skier, so you have nothing to worry about there. And you can do things on that snowboard that most people would never dream of doing!”<br> Again he blushed. “Don’t get my hopes up too high. I might not get a spot on the team.”<br> I found a left over spoon and stuck it in my mouth. “Don’t you worry. If they even think about passing on you, I’ll just have to beat ‘em up.”<br>
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Post by Reens on Jul 16, 2004 14:41:15 GMT -5
;D
I will sit here and respond to the updates all day if you want me to. Can't wait for the movie to unfold. Touche!
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 16, 2004 15:22:23 GMT -5
AH excelent, excelent.
Yup i'm looking forward to the movie and by the way i expect you turn it into a screen play and i expect it to released for my 21st birthday with the exact cast...
You got that, so yeah. 3 years. get to work... ;D
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 16, 2004 15:33:45 GMT -5
Holy Crap...*pictures the musical scene with everyone* can we say, BOX OFFICE BOMB?! When the movie got out and we were on our way to take more pictures, I shivered. “What happened to the warm Florida air?” I cried, wrapping my arms around myself. “Here love. Take this.” I looked to my left to see Orlando. He had taken off his black leather jacket and offering it to me. I looked away and took a deep breath. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”<br> “Quick being so bloody stubborn,” he mumbled, draping his jacket around my shoulders and walking away. I felt the leftover warmth from his body and the scent of his ridiculously enticing cologne. Shoving my arms in the sleeves, I growled. “Sometimes I hate you!”<br> He turned around and frowned at me. “Sometimes I hate you too!”<br> Johnny raised an eyebrow as he looked at us. “Alright you two. Time to come and play nice for the cameras.” We did as he suggested, posing for hundreds of pictures and smiling, all the while really just wanting to strangle each other. Later that night, I stood in my hotel hallway, waiting for the lift. When Orlando suddenly appeared beside me, I scowled at him. “What are you doing here? Are you following me?”<br> He rolled his eyes and looked up at the numbers to see when the lift would get to us. “Yes, because I have nothing better to do on a Friday night.”<br> I stamped my feet. “Why are you being so evil to me?”<br> His eyes widened. “Me? You’re the one that started it by saying you hated me!”<br> “Well I do,” I spat. The doors before us whispered open and we stepped in at the same time. When we both reached for the same button, I narrowed my eyes. “How do you know my floor?”<br> He crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. “It’s not YOUR floor.”<br> “Yes it is!”<br> “No, it’s not,” he stated calmly. “It’s OUR floor.”<br> “What?” We stopped and the doors opened. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hallway, then pointed to the door at the far end. “That is my room.”<br> I yanked my arm free. “You are unbelievable! You picked the same hotel as me?”<br> “Keira! The world does no revolve around you!”<br> On impulse, I slapped him. His head jerked to the side and we both stood stunned. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, and tears stung my eyes. “Goodnight!” I stalked away from him and went into my room, slamming my door behind me. I leaned back against it and covered my face with my hands, bursting into silent tears. “He deserved that,” I tried to tell myself. As soon as I had calmed down, I quickly undressed and jumped into the shower. After staying in long enough for my skin to get wrinkled, I climbed out and dried off. I then put on some comfortable sweatpants and an old shirt I had stolen from my brother long ago. Falling on my bed, I reached for my phone and dialed a number. It rang for awhile before I got Jill’s voice mail. “Hey Jill, it’s me. I was just calling to tell you that I’m over Orlando. In fact, we hate each other. Love you. Talk to you later.” I hung up, then dialed another number. It rang twice before someone picked up. “Hello?”<br> “Hey Jeremy. It’s me.”<br> “Oh, hey…um, can you hang on a sec?”<br> “Yeah, sure.” He must have covered the phone because when he talked, his voice was muffled. After a moment he came back on the line. “Kay. Sorry about that.”<br> “It’s alright. Where are you?”<br> “Um, a friends house. How are you? How did the premier go?”<br> “Alright I guess. Orlando sort of ruined it for me.”<br> “Why? What happened?”<br> I sighed. “He’s just mean to me.”<br> “Do you want me to call him and yell at him?”<br> “That’s sweet of you,” I giggled. “But don’t worry about it. I did want to wish you luck however.”<br> “Luck? For what?”<br> “Your tryouts. I’m afraid I won’t be back in time to see you off. I’m sorry about that.”<br> “Well thanks. That’s sweet of you to think of me. I’ll be alright. I’ve got a good friend going with me.”<br> “Good.” I bit my lip. “I was wondering if maybe you would join me for dinner sometime. After you get back and all.”<br> “Keira Knightely. Are you asking me on a date?”<br>I felt my face turn red. “What if I am?”<br> “I would love to.”<br> “Brilliant.”<br> “I should let you go though. My soufflés should be done any second now.”<br> I giggled. “Okay.”<br> “Sleep well, gorgeous, and I’ll see you when I get back.” Bye.”<br> “Bye.” As I hung up, I let out a soft sigh. Something in me still longed to be with Orlando, but I knew moving on was the right thing to do. I snuggled under the covers and switched off the light, letting sleep take me away. had to add it for the expressions and the outfits.
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 16, 2004 15:35:00 GMT -5
Hold the phone, I just noticed something....*blinks* Is Orlando's fly down?
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 16, 2004 16:01:27 GMT -5
I'm holding the phone! And i'm about to swear down in. I think perhaps you are right! Either that or someones having fun with image manipulation, lol.
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 17, 2004 12:23:44 GMT -5
*falls overlaughing* that's awesome!
My room was completely dark except for the red numbers of the clock that told me it was 1:13 in the morning. Rain threw itself against my windows trying to sing me to sleep. Gingerly, I touched my cheek. It still stung where Keira had slapped me. A frown creased the corners of my mouth, and I rolled to my side, hugging my pillow to me. Why did it matter to me that she was upset? Yes, it should matter I realized, but not as much as it did. I stared out the large windows that should have been covered by drapes. But I wanted to see the silvery splashes of water as they ran in rivers down the cold glass. Lightning turned the sky a pale pink and a low rumble soon followed. The storm wasn’t close, but I enjoyed the lightning, seeing the different colors of the heavens. It wasn’t long before the storm seemed to hover right above the hotel. Lightning flashed so bright that night turned to day for a split second, showing me cars that were parked far below, left out to battle the elements. There was a rumble of thunder that started off quiet, then gained in intensity and actually shook my bed. A slight smile graced my lips. Oh how I enjoyed thunder storms. What was that sound just now? That wasn’t part of the thunder, was it? It almost sounded like someone had come into my room. But that was impossible. No one else had a key. Someone whispered in the darkness. “Hello?” A shadow appeared in my doorway and whispered to me again. “Orlando? Are you awake?”<br> “Keira?” She didn’t say anything. “How did you get in here.”<br> “I used a credit card to jimmy the lock,” she confessed. “Orlando…I’m scared of the storm.”<br> I smiled softly and held up my blanket. “Come on.” She tip toed to the bed and climbed under the covers, snuggling close to me. “I didn’t know you were afraid of lightning storms.”<br> “It’s not the lightning that scares me,” she told me, her frightened voice childlike. “It’s the thunder.”<br> I laughed gently. “Keira, love. Thunder can’t hurt you.”<br> “I know, but still…please don’t make fun.” She wrapped her arms around me, and rested her head on my shoulder. “I’m not making fun.” The sky lit up again, closely followed by another loud rumble. I felt her cringe and rubbed her arm. “It’s alright. You’re safe.”<br> We were silent for a little while, and I thought she had fallen asleep, but soon she moved her head, letting her hair fan across my pillow. “I don’t hate you Orlando.”<br> Chuckling, I ran my fingers through her hair. “I know, love. And neither do I hate you.“<br> “Good.” She snuggled back down, her lips close to my neck. “I’m so sorry for hitting you.” I was startled by the emotion in her voice.”<br> “Are you crying?” She mumbled a no, but I heard her sniffle and I knew she was. “Oh, don’t cry, love. I’m alright.” I moved so I could hold her close to me. I ran the back of my hand down her check, sweeping away her tears, then lost my fingers again in her hair. “Please don’t cry.”<br> “I felt so awful,” she sobbed. “I’ve never hit anyone before.”<br> This cause me to laugh softly. “There’s a first time for everything. I’m honored to be the first one to be abused by you.”<br> “It’s not funny,” she chided, giggling herself. “I’ll have you know I couldn’t sleep because it was all I could think of.”<br> “Well, no worries love.” I felt her relax a little then, despite the storm that still raged around us. I closed my eyes, my fingers still weaving in and around her messy curls. I was putting myself to sleep with the methodical motion, but I hadn’t realized that it had been having a different effect on Keira. She moved beside me and I felt her lips on my neck, softly moving over my skin with light kisses. Moving closer to me, she placed a hand on the side of my face and moved up my neck with kisses, eventually meeting my own lips with hers. “Keira…wait…” She pulled away slightly, her hair caressing the side of my face. “We can’t do this.”<br> She bit her lip and looked down. “I know. I’m sorry.” She looked out the window with a far away look in her eyes. As I stared up into her beautiful face, I couldn’t help myself anymore. I reached up and cupped her cheeks in my hands, pulling her close and kissing her, over and over again. All the passion that I had felt for so long had finally been unable to stay put and it came out with a rush, almost like a constant throbbing in my head. The throbbing got worse, turning into an annoying beep. I groaned and opened my eyes, quickly raising my hand to block the fierce glare of the sun. Keira moaned beside me and reached over to hit the snooze button on the alarm. Then she rolled back over and snuggled close to me, falling back asleep. I sighed, dragging my hands over my face. It had been a dream. When I had closed my eyes, I had fallen asleep. When the alarm went off again, Keira rolled over, shut it off, and sat up. I watched as she yawned, then raked her hands through her hair. When she turned to smile down at me, it was all I could do to hold her gaze. “Looks like the storm passed.” My eyes flickered to the window and I nodded. “Thank you for letting me stay with you, Orlando, and thank you for accepting my apology.” I nodded again, but couldn’t look at her as she kissed my cheek. “I’m going back to my room to get dressed. Come get me in an hour, yeah?”<br> “Alright,” I croaked. She smiled brightly, then got up and left. I crawled out of bed and made my way to the washroom to take a cold shower.
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Post by Reens on Jul 17, 2004 18:42:34 GMT -5
Hold the phone, I just noticed something....*blinks* Is Orlando's fly down? Its quite simple. He IS looking at Keira who is looking super hot with her toned up fab abs. My devious mind can think of only one thing. ;D Is this forum PG-13? Coz if it is... I'll never tell!
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 18, 2004 5:00:02 GMT -5
^ haha, i hope its not PG13 cuz both our fics are R rated, lol. But its okay i think you gave enough information for us to paint, beautiful pictures for ourselfs, mwa ha ha. ;D
Aww, liking that update. Too bad it was just a dream, huh Orl?.
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 18, 2004 9:26:48 GMT -5
lol, yes, a beautiful picture indeed, serena.
I woke up and forgot why I had fallen asleep on the couch. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and surveyed my surroundings. An old movie played low on the television, two empty soufflé dishes and a half empty bottle of wine sat on top of the coffee table. Jeremy was stretched out on the couch across from me. My eyes wandered to the clock. It was five minutes to seven and we were supposed to be leaving at eight. I stood up and stretched, then padded to the kitchen. After starting the coffee pot, I grabbed the phone and went back into the living room. “Jeremy.” He didn’t move and I bit my lip. “Jeremy,” I called a bit louder. “Hun, it’s seven.” He groaned and turned his face to the back of the couch. “I started coffee.”<br> After a moment, he lifted his head to look at me. His eyes were only half open, but he wore a slight smile. “Is it really seven?” Smiling, I bit my lip again and nodded. “That sucks.” He dropped his head back down. “I’m just going to run upstairs and get dressed. Um…what should I pack?”<br> “Warm clothes.” He heaved himself off the couch. “Hat, gloves, stuff like that. We’ll be back sometime on Monday, so pack enough for two days.”<br> “Okay.” I took the phone upstairs with me and dialed as I pulled out something to wear and also things to pack. “Yes? Hello?”<br> “Morning, baby. Did I wake you up?”<br> “Hmm? Oh no. I’ve been up. I’ve just gotten out of the shower actually.”<br> “How did it go last night?”<br> “Brilliantly. The movie went over better than expected. I think it will do really well.”<br> “I’m glad to hear that.” I stuffed some things in a back pack and he yawned over the phone. “Did you sleep okay?”<br> “I slept fine,” he said quickly. “Why do you ask?”<br> I blinked. “Because you yawned and I love you and I wanted to make sure you slept okay.”<br> “Oh.” He almost sounded relieved. “Oh, right. Well…we had a nice storm here late last night. Thankfully I was already tucked away before the heavy rains started.”<br> “Good.”<br> “And how was your evening, my love?”<br> “It was good. I had a small breakdown and Jeremy came to rescue me. He stayed here last night and made me lots of chocolate goodness. And I think he’s getting in the shower right now.”<br> “Ah, good. Glad he was there to help you out. Listen darling, I’ve got to get going, but I’ll see you…” “Well that’s what I was calling to tell you,” I interrupted. “I’m going to go to Vermont with Jeremy. He invited me to go and I didn’t think it would be right for him to go all alone anyway.”<br> “Well that’s good of you.”<br> “Yeah,” I said, slightly annoyed. “Well I’ll let you go. I love you.”<br> “Alright darling. Bye.” We both hung up and I threw the phone down on the bed. I stared at it and growled. “When someone says I love you, you usually tell them you love them back!” I finished getting dressed, then went downstairs. Fifteen minutes later, Jeremy found me in the kitchen, staring out the window. “All packed?” I nodded and handed him a travel mug of coffee. He took it and frowned. “What’s wrong?”<br> I pouted. “Orlando didn’t care that I had a breakdown and when I told him I loved him, he didn’t say it back. He just said bye and hung up.”<br> He slung a muscular arm around my shoulder and tossed his head to get his damp hair out of his eyes. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. He was probably busy and had a lot on his mind.” I stuck my bottom lip out. “No pouting now. Only happy people are allowed to come with me. It’s going to be a three hour drive and I can’t go with anyone that’s depressed.”<br> I smiled as wide as I could. “I’m not depressed,” I told him through clenched teeth. “I’m happy. See?” He snorted and I rubbed my cheeks, sore from smiling unnaturally wide. “Do you have a CD player in your car?”<br> “Yes ma’am. Why? Whatcha got?”<br> “Evanescence, Maroon 5, Gavin DeGraw.”<br> “Sounds good to me.” he looked at the clock. “Let’s roll. And forget about Orlando, alright?”<br> I shrugged, batting my eyes innocently. “Orlando who?”<br> He grinned. “That’s my girl. Come on.”<br>
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 18, 2004 11:40:24 GMT -5
Orlando who? mwa ha ha... Sorry that just made me chuckle. Oooo they're going off to a snowy cabin together, how romantic. He didn't say it back sweetie, because he's in love with Keria and just hasn't realized it yet... i think. haha, excellent.
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 18, 2004 13:22:53 GMT -5
Orlando seemed distant as we rode to the airport. He stared out the dark windows, lost in thought. I was a bit concerned that he may still be a little angry with me, despite the fact that he had accepted my apology last night. “Orlando?”<br> “Hmm?” He tore his gaze from the window and looked at me. “Are you alright? You’re not still angry with me, are you?”<br> “What?” He acted as though my question was preposterous. “No, no! Of course not!”<br> “What’s got you so deep in thought then?”<br> “Nothing much,” he answered, returning his gaze to the window. “Just a dream I had last night. Nothing you need worry yourself with.”<br> “Alright.” After a few moments of silence I looked at him again. “Jeremy and I are going to have dinner sometime after I get back.”<br> He glanced at me, smiling briefly. “That sounds lovely.”<br> I blinked as he stared outside again. “It’s a date.” He merely nodded and I scowled. “So in answer to the question that started our ridiculous fight, yes. I’m interested in your brother.”<br> “Okay.”<br> My jaw dropped. He hadn’t even looked at me! “But I’m really only interested in him because I want to have his children. I don’t really want a relationship with him. I just want him to get me pregnant so that Jill and I can have a family. I’m really in love with her you know. Then we're going to move to Mars and have a chocolate chip cookie garden.”<br> “I’m very happy for you.” I growled and pinched his arm. He jumped, “Ow!” and rubbed the spot on his arm where I got him. “What was that for?”<br> “Were you even listening to a word I said?”<br> “Of course! You said…um, something about…um, and…” After sputtering like a fool, he broke into a grin. “No, I wasn’t. Not at all.” Despite the fact that he had ignored me, I laughed and shook my head. “I’m sorry, love. What was it you were trying to tell me?”<br> I looked down, my voice lowering. “Forget about it.”<br> “No, no!” He gave me his full attention. “Please tell me.”<br> I sighed then licked my lips. “All I really said was that Jeremy and I were going to go out to dinner sometime. Like on a date.”<br> When he didn’t say anything straight away, I looked at him from the corner of my eye. “Oh,” he said softly. “Well that’s…I mean, I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time. Jeremy would suit you well. He’s a good man.”<br> I tilted my head, trying to read his eyes. “Yeah?”<br> “Yeah.” He nodded, smiling gently. We were both silent for the rest of the ride. When we were on the jet going home, Orlando huddled into a corner and pulled out a small book and pen. I sat in my chair pretending to be reading, but actually watching him write. Every so often he would look up in thought and absently chew on his nails. After a second or two he would go back to his work. Halfway home, he stood up and stretched. “I think I need a little nap. Wake me before we land, yeah?”<br> I smiled and nodded. “Of course.” He stretched out on a few of the seats, rolled over and closed his eyes. I bit my lip and looked to where he had been sitting. His notebook was still on the floor! Shaking my head, I tried to read another article, but my curiosity was driving me mad. As quietly as I could, I closed my magazine, stood, and set it on my seat. On tip toes, I went to make sure Orlando was asleep. I bent over him slightly. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and even. Excellent. With quiet steps, I went to the notebook. But as I bent to pick it up, my conscience tugged at me. This notebook contained his private thoughts. It would be wrong of me to open it and read it. So I stood back up. On the other hand, should I happen to be walking by and accidentally kick it open, that would be a different story entirely. I moved my foot and kicked back the cover. I glanced at Orlando to see if I had woken him, but he didn’t move. I picked up the journal and read…then read some more. It was a collection of poems, all written by him. As I flipped through the pages, I came across something else. He also drew! And brilliantly too! A picture of an old lady on a bench in the park. One of a beautiful sunset in the mountains. One of…<br> “Ahem, Keira Jane.”<br> My head snapped up. Orlando was on his stomach, watching me with a knowing smirk. “Orlando! I was just…What I mean to say is I was…” “Snooping,” he finished for me. “No!”<br> “No?”<br> “Yes,” I admitted softly. Taking the notebook with me, I went and sat with him. “Orlando, these poems and these drawings…” I didn’t know what to say. “They’re beautiful. I never knew you were so talented.”<br> He sat up and shrugged. “Just a hobby.”<br> “Well, your hobby takes my breath away.”<br> He chuckled and took the book away from me. “I’m glad I know you better than I think and took all the juicy stuff out.”<br> “What! You expected me to look!”<br> “Of course I did.” He stood, laughing. “You have the will power of a cat in a field of mice.”<br> I jumped to my feet. “I do not!”<br> “You’re right,” he laughed, backing away. “You’re worse.”<br> “Why you…” I lunged at him, my fingers digging into his ribs. He howled with laughter as I got him in every spot I knew he was ticklish. Soon, an annoyed pilot came across the intercom, “Please take your seats and buckle yourselves in. We will be landing in five minutes.”<br> We went to our seats and did as we were told. I stuck my tongue out at him. “Now you’ve gotten us in trouble.”<br> “Oh, hush up snoop.” He made a face at me, and I did the same in return. Acting like children, we made faces at each other until we had actually landed.
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Post by Reens on Jul 18, 2004 14:10:00 GMT -5
Question: Is Keira's middle name really "Jane?"
Nice update as usual.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 18, 2004 14:20:36 GMT -5
It got me last time and it got me again...
LMAOROFL
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 18, 2004 14:43:07 GMT -5
honestly, I don't know what her middle name is.
Orlando dropped me at my hotel about an hour after we landed. He pulled my suitcase from the trunk of the car and carried it inside for me. I smiled at the girl behind the desk and she smiled in return. “How was your trip, Miss Smith?”<br> “Wonderful,” I told her, placing a small bag on the counter. “That’s for you.”<br> She blinked, surprised. “Oh…oh, Miss Smith. I couldn’t.”<br> I shrugged, unapologetic. “Well they’re non returnable. But I suppose if you don’t want it…” She relented, smiling. She opened the bag and pulled out a small black box. Opening it tentatively, she broke into a grin. “Oh, I love them!” I smiled happily and Orlando stood there looking slightly confused. She turned the box around to show him her gift. He chuckled. They were silver Mickey Mouse earrings. Where his body was chained together with small links so when you moved your head, Mickey moved his body. “Thank you so much.” She looked at me. “Can I give you a hug?”<br> “Of course!” She came around the counter and we embraced. “I’m glad you like them, Sarah, and,” I looked around and lowered my voice. “You can call me Keira when no one’s around.”<br> She nodded with a smile. “I’m Orlando, by the way.” He gave me a smug glance, then shook Sarah’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”<br> “Likewise.”<br> Two people came in and stood behind us, so Sarah went back around the counter and I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up. “We’re going to head up now. Anything for me?”<br> She shook her head. “No, but your room has been done by housekeeping, and a gift basket that came for you should be up there already.”<br> I scrunched up my nose and looked at Orlando. “Who in the world would send me a gift basket?” He shrugged. “Right…well, thanks Sarah. Have a good day.”<br> “Thanks again. And it was nice to meet you, Mr. Turner.”<br> Orlando winked at her. “You too, Sarah.” As we headed upstairs, Orlando still carried my suitcase for me. “That was awfully nice of you, buying her a gift and all.”<br> I shrugged, sliding my key card into the lock and opening the door. “She’s a sweet girl, and she’s been very accommodating.” I went inside and saw, indeed, the place had been cleaned. And as Sarah told me there was a large basket of fruit sitting beside a full vase of flowers on my small kitchen table. “Who would have done this?”<br> I pulled the small card from the flowers and read it out loud. “Keira, darling. Still waiting for your confirmation call. Hope this gift finds you well. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Gary.”<br> Orlando looked over my shoulder at the card. “Confirmation call?”<br> “Yeah, to come to the meet and greet dinner for my next project.”<br> “Ah.” He wore a strange smile and I raised an eyebrow. “What?”<br> He gave a small shrug. “What, what?”<br> “You have a strange look about you. What is that all about?”<br> “Nothing at all.” He walked into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. “So tell me about this new project of yours. Who are you working with and all?”<br> Picking my suitcase up, I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know much about who I’ll be working with.” I wheeled the suitcase into the bedroom and left it there. I then joined Orlando on the couch. “That’s the purpose of this dinner. To get the scripts, meet the cast mates, things like that. You know. You’ve done it before.”<br> “I have indeed.” Again, he had that strange smirk. “Orlando! You’re driving me mad!”<br> “What?” he laughed. “You seem to think that something is amusing, yet you don’t want to tell me what it is!”<br> “You’re right.” He grinned and stood up. “As much as I enjoy this little game we’re playing, Keira Jane, I should be going. You’ve only got two weeks before your dinner. I should leave you to perfect you look.”<br> “Get out,” I laughed. “I’ll see you later, love.” He bent and kissed my cheek. When he got to the door, he turned. “Have you met Jill’s boyfriend yet?” I shook my head. “Let’s all four of us have some fun tonight. Sound good?”<br> “What do you have in mind?”<br> He shrugged. “Dinner, movie, dancing. We’ll see. I’ll get in touch with Jill and then ring you later.”<br> “Sounds…” A yawn interrupted my response. “Like a plan.”<br> “Go get some rest. I’ll talk to you later.”<br> I smiled. “Thanks, Orlando.”<br> “For what?”<br> Shrugging, I tilted my head, still holding his gaze. “For being my best friend.”<br> He returned my smile. “Anytime, love. Sleep well.” He winked at me, then left. When the door closed, I fell back on the couch with a contented sigh. The butterflies he always gave me still flitted about in my stomach. For a moment, I wondered if I’d ever really get over him. It was then that something he had said struck me. “You’ve only got two weeks until your dinner…” I narrowed my eyes and sat up. Not once had I mentioned when the dinner was. Or had I and I’d just forgotten? I would have to remember to ask him about that later.
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Post by Rainbow on Jul 18, 2004 15:03:30 GMT -5
hahaha, i saw the hints this time. the ditz that i am completely managed to miss them last time round. clever! Awww and if he'd told her there and then, things might have turned out better or then again, they might not
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jul 19, 2004 8:44:20 GMT -5
Oooh! New banner for new story? Hari, I'm your biggest fan!
“Jeremy, this place is gorgeous!” I jumped out of the car and stared in wonder at the scene before me. The lodge was fairly small, only three floors, and all wood. It reminded me an old log cabin, but on a somewhat larger scale. It sat at the bottom of a mountain so tall that its tip was hidden by soft gray clouds. The white snow that covered the entire ridge was framed by tall pine trees, their green needles contrasting perfectly. I took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs. Jeremy pulled a winter hat down over my ears. “I love it here,” I breathed. He snorted, then went to get our bags from the car. “We’ll see how you feel after three days of this cold.”<br> “I don’t mind the cold,” I enthused. I helped him, slinging my two bags over my shoulders. “It’s so calm up here. I could just spend hours looking at the scenery.”<br> Jeremy set his bag on the ground then straightened. “Yeah, me too.” There was something faraway in his soft tone. “I feel so peaceful here.” After a moment of staring, he looked at me. “Do you ski?”<br> I laughed. “That’s a good one.”<br> “You’re kidding.” I shook my head. “Arianna Richards. We’ve known each other for how long?”<br> “Three years.”<br> “And you’ve known I ski for how long?”<br> “Three years,” I answered sheepishly. “I’m a klutz, Jeremy! I don’t even have to be on skis and I fall down.”<br> He grinned and picked his bag up. As we walked toward the lodge, he slung his arm around me. “We’ll have to fix that.”<br> “Oh no!” I protested. “I’m good. I’m much better at watching than actually doing.” He opened the front door for me and warm air rushed out in a breeze, blowing stray wisps of hair from my face. As I stepped inside, I caught my breath. “Oh, wow…” Jeremy closed the door and stood beside me, the wonderment in his eyes showing his agreement. The room was quite spacious and filled with the smell of burning wood. To our right, a fire snapped and danced in an enormous stone fireplace. Above the wooden mantle was a painting of the lodge set against the dazzling colors of the mountain in the fall, orange, red, and yellow leaves scattered all about the picture. Directly before the fireplace was a wooden table on a bearskin rug, three couches surrounding it. The hardwood floor was polished, blemished here and there by scratches and scrapes. To the right of the fireplace was a large bay window with cushions for sitting. To the left was a closed door with the plaqued head of a deer above it. To our left was a small table with informational pamphlets on it. There was also an entryway to a good sized breakfast nook. The desk that stood before us was unoccupied and as we stared around the room, a small elderly man shuffled out of the adjacent room. “Can I help you?” he asked softly, wiping his mouth with a white napkin. “Yes,” Jeremy told the man as he made his way around the desk. “We just wanted to check in.”<br> “Do you have a reservation?”<br> “Yes, sir. Jeremy Bloom.”<br> “Alright.” He was slow to put his glasses on and even slower to open the resident book and leaf through it. Jeremy and I shared an amused smile as we waited. When the man finally got to the page he was looking for, he used a finger to scroll down the page. After a moment he shook his head. “What was the name again?”<br> “Jeremy Bloom.”<br> He looked again and shook his head once more. “I’m sorry young man. I don’t see your name on the list.”<br> Jeremy frowned. “I could have sworn I called and made a reservation. Oh well. I guess we’ll just take another room.”<br> “We’re all booked up,” he said slowly. “Got a big contest going on this weekend. Some sort of sporting thing.”<br> “I know,” Jeremy replied with incredible patience. “I’m supposed to be part of it.” Defeated, he looked at me. “I don’t know what to do now.”<br> A door that we hadn’t even seen behind the desk opened, and out came a woman looking to be in her late 50’s. She saw the old man at the desk and scowled, putting her hands on her hips. “Dad, I told you to go up to your room and get some rest.” She looked in the doorway she had appeared from. “Pat, can you come take Dad to his room?”<br> A man looking to be the same age came out and ushered the old man away. “Terribly sorry about that. What can I do for you two?”<br> Jeremy almost pouted. “I’m not sure. I thought I had reservations, but…”
“What’s the name?”<br> “Jeremy Bloom. But he already told us that…” “I’ve got you right here, Mr. Bloom. Room 116.” Both of us blinked, speechless, and she smiled. “My fathers eyesight isn’t what it used to be. Do you need help with your bags?”<br> “Uh, no,” Jeremy stammered. “We only have these bags here and my equipment. But I’ll come back down for that after.”<br> “Okay then.” She wrote something in her book and grabbed a key from a peg board on the wall. “Follow me.”<br> We followed her behind the door beside the fireplace, down a hallway and to an elevator. We went in and she pushed the button for the third floor. As the doors whispered shut, she smiled at us. “You two here for the Olympic tryouts?”<br> I nodded with enthusiasm. “He is. He’s really good.” I extended my hand. “I’m Arianna.”<br> We shook hands and she smiled. “Millie.” She glanced at my hand. “When is the wedding?”<br> Jeremy blinked and looked at me. “Oh, we’re not…” “We’re not getting married until November.” I smiled up at him and he smiled at Millie, a little confused. The elevator gave a ding and the door opened. We followed Millie down the hall to a door that she unlocked for us. As she gave Jeremy the key, she said, “ Everything you need should be in there, but if you find out it’s not, just call the front desk and ask for myself or my husband, Pat. We’ll do what we can to help you out.”<br> “Thank you very much,” Jeremy said. “Do you like pot roast?”<br> We glanced at each other, and I nodded. “Good. Dinner’s at seven.” She smiled and left us. Chuckling, we went into the room. It was simple with a TV, a small loveseat, two nightstands, and a king sized bed. I peeked in the bathroom and nodded. “Sorry about the bed,” Jeremy mumbled. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”<br> I crossed my arms. “Don’t be silly. We can share the bed. It’s big enough for both of us. Besides,” I grinned. “We’re going to be married.”<br> “Yeah, why didn’t you tell her the truth?”<br> I shrugged as I sat on the bouncy bed. “How am I supposed to forget about Orlando for three days if I’m still engaged to him?”<br> Jeremy laughed and shook his head. “Come help me get the rest of the stuff.” He smirked at my innocent smile and zipped his coat back up.
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