How A Boy Became A Man [Orlando Bloom Fanfiction]

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Orlando dragged the large glasses away from his eyes.
"Come on! How did you recognise me?" He spluttered. I burst into laughter.
"Your disguise is awful. You're still wearing the same clothes as you were earlier, I can recognise your voice and who else asks for a Latte?"
"I guess this is a café? Don't people normally drink Lattes?"
"Nope. They prefer Cappuccinos, Mochas, Americanos but not Lattes,"
"And how would you know this? Oh wait, I forgot, you work here,"
"Uh huh. Listen, what are you doing here?" Orlando just tapped his nose, "Seriously!?" I slapped on the cheek lightly.
"Fine... I just couldn't stick with you DITCHING me AGAIN in Starbucks. So I followed you. Ta daaa!" He waved his hands in the air and laughed. I walked over to the coffee machine and placed a mug under the spout. It spluttered and settled.
"Here you are," He leant against the flip top counter.
"So... You still up for Tuesday?"
"Yep. If you don't disturb me, I'll be able to work off the right amount of money to buy the stuff anyway,"
"Oh okay then," He stepped away from the countertop, with his hands up in the air in fake surrender. I laughed.
"Come here you," I grabbed his sleeve and dragged him closer to me. We stood there, just talking and talking.
"Sooo... Orlando. Tell me about you,"
"Weeeeellll.... I've loved acting all my life. I've starred in some stuff already actually,"
"Whaaaaat?!"
"Yeah. I've been in Casulty, you know, that A&E TV show?"
"Yeah... Wait, really? What else?"
"Midsummer Murders and Smack the Pony... And have you seen the film Wilde?"
"Gee Orlando. You make me look like a failure,"
"Nahh,"
After a couple of hours, my shift ended and I lifted the apron over my head and pulled the hairband out of my hair. Orlando stared at me.
"What?" He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Nothing..."
"Listen, I'm going home now. You want to come? I... I'm free all night, if you want?"
"Yeah, sure," he replied happily. I waved my hand in the direction of the door and we walked through it. The bell tinkled somewhere in the distance. We walked the long stretch of the road in silence. All of our chat had been drained in the last four hours of my shift. My hair flapped in the small wind. We stopped at the bus stop, and a bus came promptly. As I stepped on, Orlando clasped my hand. I looked at him strangely, however it seemed to calm my senses. He looked rather uncomfortable.
"Here we are," I stood, and pulled slightly on Orlando's hand. He automatically stood up and followed me to the front door of my flat. A small gasp broke the silence.
"Number 12. My lucky number. How ironic?" He muttered softly. I unlocked the door and flopped down on the sofa. Orlando, however, remained standing.
"You live here?"
"Well, yeah?" Orlando looked confused, but his expression beamed.
"It's beautiful. Vintage classic. Everything...somehow fits..." I squeezed his hand, and he looked up at me.
"Well, thank you," I blushed. He got up and studied the cabinets. Examining his actions, I saw him stop and pause at a particular picture on the mantle piece.
"Skye?" I rose, and joined him.
"Who is this? In the photo, I mean,"
"Oh..." I turned a pale shade of red. "It's... Sonia. She's my mothers friend. We haven't spoken in years,"
"Sonia... What's... What's her surname?" He asked nervously. I clicked my fingers in frustration.
"I know this... Hang on... Copeland? That's the one!"
"Copeland... That's interesting..." He mumbled.
"What is?"
"Oh nothing. Who's that?" He pointed at another frame.
"That's my mother," I replied. His face softened, and I could tell why. I had barley whispered it.
"Let's... Let's move on shall we?" I nodded, hoping he wouldn't see the tears starting to well up in my eyes.
"Do you want a drink? Coke? Lemonade?"
"A coke would be great, actually," We flopped back down on the small sofa. Orlando's arm instinctively went around my shoulder, and I snuggled into his warm armpit. I could've stayed there for hours. Feeling his warm embrace made my skin tingle...
"What do you want to do? Do you want to watch a film?"
"I dunno... I guess?" I put a film into the player and played it. The title screen flashed in front of my eyes. There was silence for a while, and the only sound was the TV and the soft slurp of a drink. We sat there for nearly an hour and a half, every so often, shuffling into a more comfortable position.
"Orlando?"
"Yeah Skye?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, you just did. But you can ask again," He grinned.
"Why are you so fascinated by my mums friend?" I blurted out. His face fell, just slightly.
"Well... She's... I hate to break it to you... But well..."
"Yes?"
"You're so eager. Sheesh, I didn't think it was this important, but..."
"Tell me already!" Orlando's face blushed deep red.
"She's... She... I know her okay?"
"Orlando, I may have not know you very long but I can read you like a book. Spill the beans,"
"Wha- No you can't! I... She... Well..."
"Well?"
"She's my mother,"

Okay, please don't eat me! It's my exam year and I'm just busy busy busy! I managed to write another but the updates will be slow!

Sorry if the book is a bit rubbish, Im just trying to work stuff out in my head... but it should be okay eventually. Do you like it? How do you want me to improve? Shorter/ longer chapters? More/ less frequent updates? Pictures? Leave me a comment or PM and I'll try add them in.

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