It's Like Rain (Orlando Bloom/OC)

Chapter 8: Those Times In The London Rain, Part 2

7:22 am on Sunday morning I tremble outside Bloom’s apartment’s front yard in the misty morning air. The clouds haven’t dissipated yet and the air is crisp and wet. The drizzle of a rain is mats my hair into a thick tangled mess. I probably look sad and pathetic standing on the curb waiting for Bloom when I could be sleeping my troubles and the current state of sleep depravity to the oblivion, when the driver driving past me turns to look at me twice.

     When Bloom comes out, turns around to lock the door, I groan, “God, what kind of a sadist he is for asking us to do something this stupid at the crack of dawn?”

     The car, this time the R8, is wet from the rain, when he runs down the few steps and skips to the car.

     “He wakes up around 3 am. Always did that in NZ,” Bloom says, shrugging his shoulders as we get ourselves seated in the car. This whole thing is reaching such comical heights when we are both sleepy-assed, ready to roll on Sunday morning at 7:30 am.

     “Okay, he’s not just a sadist, he’s a moron!” I groan, fastening the seatbelt.

     “Cookie, he’s a good guy, he just doesn’t always get the whole point from others perspective,” Bloom says.

     “Uh-huh, clearly,” I mutter, “Next time I’ll beat the snot out of him if he so much as thinks of arranging something this early.”

     He grins, speeds to the end of the street and makes a sharp right turn.

     It is Sunday morning and I don’t have to be going to the work and I’m awake. Why? Why in the name of all that is good am I awake?! What I would love to be doing at the moment is to be sleeping, but instead I’m heading off to a what-was-it-again car track. I can’t remember whose idea it was originally, but I find it stupid to be doing on Sunday morning.

     “So,” I start, “Is this one of your Adrenaline Junkie moments?”

     “Perhaps, Cookie,” he grins.

     “If you tell me at this moment, that you are one of those annoying morning persons, I’ll tell you that this thing, our thing, will never work!” I yawn.

      He chuckles, hits the fifth gear and heads off to the racetrack.

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7:56 am we reach the racetrack and see the group already waiting for us. Bloom pulls his car next to the boys, I see that either they have gone and emptied their bank accounts for this and bought themselves really nice wheels or they just had those laying around somewhere and they dug them out to show them off to us.

     “Audi R8? Wow, this is a nice piece of metal,” Elijah says, and for a moment it looks like he’s drooling a bit.

     “Well,” Bloom mutters, “I thought for once to spend and live a little.”

     I giggle. I didn’t even know he owns R8, but his points rose way up in my book when I found out about it.

     “How is it to drive?” Billy asks.

     “Great! Zero to sixty in 3,6 seconds!” Bloom says, with a huge, stupid grin on his face.

     I roll my eyes and walk over to Liv and Nat.

     “And is about as high off the ground as a badger’s badger,” I mumble, making Liv and Nat giggle. If my career as an animal handler sucks out at some point, I can always become a stand-up comedienne.