How A Boy Became A Man [Orlando Bloom Fanfiction]

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"Orlando? There's someone at the door," Orlando got up quickly. He ran down the stairs and opened the door.
"Hello Mum,"
"Hello Orli,"
"Good day?"
"Great, thank you, sweetie. Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"No... I invited a friend over and we were on the Xbox,"
"Darling, you need to spend more time studying, rather than that blasted Xbox! Who is this friend of yours? Martin? Luke?"
"No! It's... Er... It's Skye,"
"Who's Skye?"
'Well... She's a girl I met at the auditions... She got a scholarship too and well... We got talking," Slowly, I stepped down the stairs, peeling my ears for any other information Orlando might say about me.
"Skye?" Orlando's voice echoed up the stairs and I jumped.
"Yes Orlando?"
"Come down and meet my mother," I stepped onto the furry carpet on the stairs and down into the vast hallway.
"Hello Mrs Bloom," I held my hand out, which she shook.
"Call me Sonia, Skye,"
I smiled but she looked at me weirdly.
"Have I met you before?"
"No, I don't think so," I blushed frantically. She looked again, before shaking her head.
"I must be going mad," She muttered, "Orli, dear, do go and get yourselves some dinner. If you want, go down the road for some restaurants. Look, here's £50. Just no alcohol. Of course you can, Skye," She glanced at me.
"Oh, I actually don't drink, so it's okay," I smiled. Orlando nodded passively before running towards the front door. I shuffled behind him, pulling my battered converses onto my tiny feet.

*****

The summer air left a small breeze flutter through my light brown curls. We walked down a small alleyway into a square full of shops, restaurants and attractions.
"Where do you want to eat tonight?" Orlando's palm came into contact with mine.
"I don't mind. Maybe..."
"There's a Chinese right in front of us, Indian to our left, Dominoes down the road and a Prezzo's somewhere,"
"Okay, what's closest?"
"Chinese?"
"Perfect,"

*****

The restaurant was nearly full, the noise level rising to loud chatter. We sat down on a square table with a rotating disc in the middle. A waiter, dressed in a smart black uniform, with a immaculate white apron, passed us menus and left us to order.
"Orlando, what are you having?"
"Ummm... I might have some curry..." he muttered staring out the window.
"Curry?! That's Indian, I swear!"
"Indian? Oh yeah..." We laughed uncontrollably.
"I'm going to have... Some rice and... Crispy wrapped prawns?" They sound cool," He shrugged.
"I suppose. It's just, I'm vegetarian,"
"Oh... You can have... Crispy seaweed? Vegetable spring rolls?"
"Yep, sure," We ordered our small meal and the waiter nodded and walked off. No later than 5 minutes, he brought back a small bowl of prawn crackers. Together, we dug around and munched on the delicious, melt-in-the-mouth starters. However, it became by coincidence that we picked out the same cracker. The last one. Ironically, in the shape of a vague heart.
"You have it,"
"No, you do. I've had tonnes,"
"Honestly, seriously, whatever. You have it and that's final,"
"Look... This is what we'll do," Gently, he pulled my hand down and snapped the cracker in half. Down the middle of the so-called heart.
"There... Solved," Right on cue, our dinner came out. The waiters came with several dishes of rice and a plate of prawns for Orlando and spring rolls for myself.
"This is great!"
"I know... I come here quite often," Orlando replied, politely emptying his mouth before speaking. He had impeccable manners, and I felt almost unworthy to sit with him. I gracefully plucked at the fan folded napkin and wiped flecks of clear-stained grease off my fingers. The meal wasn't at all quiet; if you sat on the table next to us, you'd occasionally hear an outburst of laughter. The food was so filling - I felt like I was going to burst afterwards. The waitor came and collected our dirty plates and came out with a small wicker basket, with face flannels.
"Ooohh! They're warm too!" I shrieked. They smelt lovely too. A mixture of fresh linen and lemon. Once our hands and faces were clean, a menu was pressed into our hands. I started to refuse, but Orlando wasn't taking any excuses.
"Go on Skye. What will you have?"
"Er - I'll have... Oooh! Fudge ice cream sounds okay actualy... Mmmm, creamy Cornish ice cream, topped with delicious, gooey caramel and fudge pieces,"
"You know, I think I will too. Shall we get one each... Or..." He raised his eyebrows, "To share?"

That's how I ended up taking alternate spoonfuls of the pudding... With Orlando. Finally, the fortune cookies came. Dressed in red foil packages, the 'u' shaped biscuits were the most exciting. Cracking open the glossy brown shells, a white strip of paper fell out.
"What does yours say?" Orlando nudged me fondly.
"You first,"
"A new voyage will enter your life with untold memories... What does that mean? Not in a stupid way, of course," I squeezed his hand.
"I think it might mean that you have a new journey to take in your life..."
"I wouldn't mind a holiday, actually. Go on, what does yours say?"
"Love can last a lifetime, if you want it to..."

I wondered whether they came true or not. Because, I know for a fact, I want it to.

*****

We got home after 10. Orlando offered me the night over, and I accepted.
"Where do you want to sleep? I mean, you don't have to sleep in the same bedroom as me, the spare room is over there..." I shrugged. I know he's a nice guy and all, but sleeping in the same bed? Nope. Forget it. And even so, I've only known him like three weeks anyway.
"The spare room sounds great," Orlando's face fell, but only slightly.
"Okay... Just this way," Immediately, I felt bad.
"No, actually, I'll come in with you," He smiled. "On one condition... We're not gonna... You know," Orlando shook his head quickly.
"Of course not! I mean, it hasn't been long, and I don't think I know you well enough to. Besides, if you want, you don't have to sleep in the same bed as me - I have a camp bed somewhere in this monstrosity of a house," Those words calmed me down slightly.
"Okay, that suits me,"
"Right, let's find this thing,"

Okay I had big exams all last week so I couldn't update, but now I have and I hope it's okay!

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