It's Like Rain (Orlando Bloom/OC)

Chapter 15: Sensible Insanity

"How do you carry on without someone who was your world?"

Cookie's POV

7:01 am Cody scares the crap out of me when he leans closer in on me and startles me awake from my sleep hovering about.

When I open my eyes and see his angered eyes staring at me, I flinch and jump. I scream, like a girl, and wave my arm towards him and very nearly hit him, but he steps back, laughing - that ass - and chuckles to himself as he looks at me clamber up from the bed, and fail horribly, as I fall down on the floor banging my knee painfully against the hard wood floor.

"You fucking twat," I groan sleepily, turning around and reach over and pat the bed and the blankets to find my blue and fuzzy robe.

"Charming language there, darling," he says, his arms crossed to his chest, and then frowns at me and starts to complain, sounding like a kid with a tantrum, "Why won't you just call in sick?!"

I sigh. This has been one big mother of an argument ever since last night when Cody found out I wasn't going to join them on this trip to Sydney for shopping. I roll my eyes and crawl up, trying to locate my robe.

Cody ignores my state of undress – it's not like he's interested in women anyways – and keeps on nagging at me about not taking the day off, and I'm just trying to keep on hanging over the cliffs of the Grand Canyon by a single silk thread. I don't know what the deepest point of Australia is so I can't use that as a reference or even compare to it. I think it would make a nice impression on people if I did know, and yeah, maybe I should know. I've been to this country for six months. I hadn't even taken enough time off to shop or to see at least part of the Australia. I could have. I was offered that. But I feared I'd stop too long of a time and realize that I lived some kind of a half life with this feeling that was gnawing me from inside out.

And because of that Grand Canyon like monster on top of me and under me, I don't really need another day of mindless chitchat with anyone. Right now.

I walked in a grey mist the first six months after the Incident, and now six months of working in an Australian zoo, halfway across the world just to get away. Six months. Has it been that long already?

"Because it's my last day at work, because I told you before I won't be coming, because I can't call in sick, because people would only think I'm still having a massive hangover. Take you damn pick, Cody!" I groan in reply and groggily.

Getting completely wasted at the party wasn't my brightest idea, especially when I still wasn't over the drinks and the singing and the fact that I had stumbled into Viggo and the boys. And yes, I'm very much aware how much of a bad boy band it sounds like.

I am determined not to show off anyone that I actually am hangover and if there was anything good and holy left in this world, I wouldn't have to go to work today. Getting drunk and humiliating myself by singing karaoke with Harry at the party was a horrible memory I wished to ignore forever and ever, but talking to Viggo was definitely the shining moment of that evening, and a too much of an eye-opener. He got me thinking, and then eventually, when I got into my own bed, I cried half of the night into my pillow thinking about what I should or shouldn't have done. I picked up my phone twice to ask Viggo to give me Bloom's number, but both times I tossed the cell on the bed, without even dialing out, thinking it was a bad idea to be wanting his number and to be wanting to call to him, because I didn't give him the benefit of a doubt – the freaking basis of our stupid ass legal system, I might add.