Title: The Knight and The Butterfly 3/?
Author: Patricia M. Kellogg
Fandom: Real people: Orlando Bloom
Claim: RP: Orlando Bloom
Pairing: OB, OFC
Word Count: 631
Rating: G right now
Beta'd: None for this chapter
General information and disclaimer: This is actually the first fic I wrote. I got another one up before I got this one posted.
Author’s note: Don’t own OB but a girl can dream, right? Thanks to cdaqtcherry and artemisiii for getting me back on this fic!!!
Summary: Trisha has an unexpected surprise waiting for her, but she never thought that her on-line friend was who he really was.
She rounded the corner and went to the master suite at the end of the hall and abruptly went inside. “Trisha, wake up! Wake up now!” Michelle bounced on the bed like a kid on Christmas morning, trying to wake up her parents.
Irritated, Trisha rolled over and moaned,”Leave me alone! I’m having a good dream!” Michelle talked as she pulled the dark blue sheets and chocolate brown comforter off the bed, “I would suggest that you get your butt out of bed and get dressed. There is a surprise for you in the kitchen and you need to look nice. It’s probably a lot better than your dream.” She tried not to let on what was going on, but tried to express that it was important.
“Right, because trying to look pretty is number one priority when I get interrupted while having probably the best dream ever!” Trisha replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Just hurry. He’s been waiting.” Michelle said as she closed the door behind her and went back to keep her daughter’s guest entertained.
“He?” Frustrated, she started getting ready. She was in and out of the shower in a flash. Who in the world could he be?
After she got out of the shower, she ran to her closet to find something to wear. After a few minutes, she decided on a baby pink three-quarter length sleeve sweater with a lavender camisole and dark blue jeans. She laid the outfit on her bed and went to the bathroom to fix her hair. Not knowing what to do with it, she just straighten it and parted it on the side where a small piece could fall in her face. Once she finished her hair and putting her contacts in, she went back to her room to finish the ensemble. After adding her simple sliver Candie's butterfly necklace, her matching butterfly earrings, a couple of thin bangles, and her lavender Converse, she put on some eyeliner, mascara and some lip gloss, she declared herself ready.
She quietly opened her bed room door and shut it behind her. She went down the hall and peeked around the corner. She could clearly see and hear her mom and her mystery guest, but they could not see her. Yet, all she could see of her mystery guest was the back of his head. She knew that the dark curly hair look familiar but she just couldn't put her finger on it. She noticed he had an British accent. While trying to figure out who he was, she had taken a step forward and was now visible to her mother.
“There you are.” Michelle stated, causing the man that was sitting across from her to turn in his chair to see her. “Hi, Trisha. How are you?” He stated simply.
Trisha was speechless. She couldn't get her mouth to work. Not only that she was speechless, she was getting light headed from seeing her celebrity crush sitting in her kitchen. “ O..Orlando?” was all she could get out before she fainted.
Both Orlando and Michelle rushed over to see if she was okay. He got on his knees and put her head in his lap. After a few moments, Trisha started to come around. She was a little disoriented when she first woke up. As her vision cleared, she noticed who held her head. It was Orlando Bloom, and with the morning sun shining in the window, he had that golden glow around his head. “Trisha, are you okay?” he quietly said with a genuine look of concern on his face.
“Umm, yeah.” she replied as she tried to sit up. He put his hand in the middle of her back to guide her up. Once Michelle and Orlando had got her to the kitchen and drinking a cup of warm tea, Trisha finally got the nerve to speak,”What are you doing here? I thought you were shooting in the Caribbean? Wait! How do you know my name and why are you here?”
“Okay, let me see if I can tackle all of your questions. First, I came to surprise you and I guess I did. Yes, I am shooting in the Caribbean but we all got evacuated because of some bad weather and Gore gave us two weeks off so the storm can blow over and so they can get some other things done. And lastly does 'Britknight' ring any bells?”
“Oh, my, god! That was you?” She asked, wide eyed. “Yes, that was me, butterflyprincess.” He smiled.
“Well, I think that I'll leave you two alone to talk. Trisha,” Michelle stopped and kissed the top of her head,” Please be more careful. I'll talk to you later. Bye, Orlando. It was very nice to meet you.” With that, she grabbed her overnight bag and her purse and walked out the front door, leaving them sitting at her kitchen table, just staring at one another.