DISCLAIMER:I do not own, or have anything to do with Orlando Bloom or anyone/anything associated with him. Somara, Raina, Sarina, Kaila, Debbie, and Charlie belong to me.
Learning to Live Again
Disclaimer: I do not own Orlando or anything associated with him, but I do own Kaila, Debbie, and Charlie. Enjoy! ;) I do not own Ra or their AWESOME song "On My Side"; I also do not own Garth Brooks or his songs "Learning to Live Again" or ìEvery Now and Then.î NOR do I own SEETHER ((Don't I wish!)) or their BEAUTIFUL SONG ìThe Gift.î GO GET THE NEW ALBUM, it ROCKS! Also: This is my dreamland version of LAÖIíve never been there, nor do I know a thing about it. This story is just for fun. ;)
Summary: He's lost himself in a sea of fame. She's lost everything she's ever had. Can a woman from his past and down on her luck make him remember who he really is and get back on her feet at the same time?
Rating: PG-13.
Part Six:
A Little Time
Kaila smiled as she admired her reflection in the mirror. She twirled herself around and around as she watched the skirt billow in the sudden movements. The bodice of the dress clung to every hidden curve of her torso, accentuating her figure in all the right places. It had been a long time since she had felt beautiful, and this new dress certainly did the trick. Kaila paused momentarily to ponder her hair. ìUp?î she asked herself aloud as she haphazardly piled the hair on top of her head, ìOr down?î she spoke again as she released her golden locks and watched as they tumbled down from her head.
ìUp,î Came a voice from her doorway. Debbie smiled at Kaila and pointed to the chair in front of Kailaís small vanity. ìSit, Iíll do you up nicely, love.î
Debbie brought out one of Kailaís soft-bristled brushes and slid the thing through her friendís hair easily. Debbie put the brush down on the table and went into her friendís bathroom, Kailaís eyes following her the whole way. Debbie emerged a moment later with a spray bottle of water and a package of bobby pins in hand. Debbie sprayed the top of Kailaís head with the water, wetting it generously and earning a protest from the seated girl. Debbie just laughed and popped Kaila on top of her head with a comb she produced from her back pocket.
ìBe quiet, you,î she scolded, before continuing in her work. Kaila watched in her mirror as Debbie sectioned off small portions of the hair at the front of her head, twisted them, and secured them in place with the silver bobby pins near the back of her head. She left a piece of hair on either side of Kailaís forehead hanging down. Once done with that, Debbie pulled all of her hair up into a ponytail and, using a ponytail elastic to hold it there, she used black bobby pins this time to pin the hair up in sections so that it fell like a waterfall over the elastic piece but still showed over the top of Kailaís head ever-so-slightly. Debbie smiled at the quick styling and reached over to the edge of Kailaís vanity to plug in and turn on the curling iron. Kaila had a great curling iron, and it was at perfect temperature moments after turning it on. Debbie moved to Kailaís side and began near the girlís scalp, twisting her hair around the hot metal as she moved the curling iron down, down, and downÖachingly slow. When she was done with one wisp of hair, Debbie moved to the other side and repeated the procedure. When she was finished with the wisps of hair, Debbie moved to Kailaís back, and wrapped some of the portions of hair around the curling iron, taking great care not to pull hard enough to dislodge the bobby pins.
Debbie took a step back as she clicked off the curling iron a few moments later, and admired her work. Kaila had done her makeup well, and Debbie was almost amazed that she could still use the stuff that well, since she hadnít done herself up elegantly in nearly three years. Kailaís eyes were lined with a liquid kohl eyeliner on both top and bottom lids: lightly on the bottoms, and medium dark on the top lids, which turned up at the outer part of each eyelid making the girl look almost Egyptian. She had brushed black eye shadow onto her lids, making her eyes burn a fierce green underneath them. Someone was definitely going to become enthralled by her tonight.
Kailaís olive skin, for the first time in a long time, was full of color and glowed, instead of being grey and dull. She had spread a bit of silver glitter on her chest and had added a silver cross with hematite jewel accents into the outfit to complete it. Her cheeks were kissed with a natural shade of pink blush, and her lips only held a light pink lip gloss. Debbie couldnít be sure, but it definitely seemed as if Kaila was ready for a night out on the town. She smiled, glad for the fact.
ìWhat is it?î Kaila asked, taking in the grin on Debbieís face.
Debbie simply shook her head. ìNothing. You just lookÖbeautiful, Kai. I havenít seen you this happy in years.î
Kaila shrugged. ìItís amazing what a little time off,î Kaila turned and looked at her friend. She wrapped her arms around Debbie tightly, ìand a great friend will do to lift your spirits.î
Debbie returned the hug with candor, and pulled back from her friend to smile at her. Debbie jumped, aware that she had lost track of the time. ìShit, Kai, I have to go get CharlieÖî
It was 8:15, and Debbie still had to go pick up Charlie, and then Orlando from his interview. Debbie bounced on one foot as she donned her strappy black sandals and smoothed out her black slacks. The top she wore was red and had only one shoulder to it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her head, and the hair on top of her head was parted just off to the left of the middle. Kaila smiled.
ìYou look hot, Deb. Charlie is going to love it,î Kaila winked at her friend as she rushed away, grabbing her purse off of the living room coffee table as she went.
ìThanks, oh, KaiÖjust forewarning, I might just surprise you tonight with someoneÖî
Kaila rolled her eyes. ìWho?î
ìAn old friend,î Debbie fibbed, and smiled as she shut the door behind her. No sooner than the door had shut did it open again. ìCan you be at the cafÈ at nine? I donít know how long Iíll be. Thanks hun.î
Debbie was gone without waiting for an answer, and as the door slammed shut Kaila was left all alone to wonder who Debbieís ìfriendî would be. A magazine fluttered from the table just inside the door in the entryway and landed about six inches from the table. Kaila sighed as she walked over to pick the magazine up. As she bent down, the person on the cover caught her eye.
ìOrlando,î she murmured as she stared intently at the cover of the Rolling Stone. His eyes burned through her as if her were truly standing there. ìWell,î she told herself as she sat down on the couch with the magazine. She opened it up to the article on Orlando and smiled. ìI guess that would be two sightings now. Just one more to go.î
Ö
Debbie pulled up to Charlieís condo and was about to kill the engine when a knock sounded on her passenger window. She pressed the unlock button and Charlie slid into the seat, his brown hair blown into a mess by the wind on his sprint from the building. He leaned over the stick shift to his fiancÈ and gave her a soft, lingering kiss.
ìSo, Ms. Childress, what was so important that left you hanging up on me earlier today?î Charlie inquired, genuinely interested. Debbie laughed and squeezed Charlieís hand.
ìOh, boy! Just you wait! Tonight is going to be something else entirely!î Debbie sing-songed to Charlie while he just laughed at her.
ìWhatever have you done, Debbie?î Charlie asked, feigning concern.
ìI found him, Charlie.î
ìFound who?î Charlie shook his head as he put his seat belt on and Debbie put her Supra into reverse.
ìOrlando. Orlando Bloom.î
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