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The Arts: The Art of Making Friends (2/?)
Title: The Arts: The Art of Making Friends (2/?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doodle_lover
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: NC-17, later
Feedback: Makes my heart happy...
Summary: Elijah is a film student, and Orlando is his teacher.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Why would I just write about it if it was?
Beta: The beautifuloften_adamanta Love ya, babe!
A/N: Here is part 2. YAY! And as always, thanks for reading!
The Art of Making Friends
Elijah sucked on the straw hard, pulling up watered down Pepsi dregs. He shook the cup, rattling the ice, then chucked it into a near by garbage can. Shifting his book bag on his back, he pulled open the heavy door to Charleston Hall. He’d taken the time to find all his classrooms already, so today he simply retraced the path to room 218, his Productions class. Pulling that door open, he glanced left and right at the small room, filled with about 30. Those 30 people were making enough noise to constitute more than 80. Elijah searched for a seat near the front of the room, settling himself down in between a girl with black and pink hair, and a sleeping guy.
Sighing and cracking his knuckles, he reached down and unzipped his book sack, pulling out his book and notebook, along with a pen and a pencil. Arranging it all on his desk, he looked down at his watch. 12:05. The professor was late. He hated that. If I ever become a teacher, I will never be late for a class…
Elijah started to look around the room at the jumble of students. There were people dressed as though they just rolled outta bed, in clothes four sizes too big, in black and morose colors like death was just a breath away. A girl up the row and to his left was turned and talking to a dark haired girl behind her. He could see and feel them sneaking glances in his direction. He sighed, the hope of avoided any attention was an empty promise, just as it always was. But, to his surprise and pleasure, she didn’t smile up at him through her long, curly red hair. She didn’t walk over to him and hit on him. She did something he didn’t expect.
“Hey, you’re new, huh?”
She was pointing at him, her and her friend both staring at him.
Elijah cleared his throat. “M…me?” he stammered, feeling like a fool.
“Yeah, who’d think I was talking to? Sleeping Beauty or Death Becomes Her?”
Elijah looked over to the people sitting next to him on either side. The gothic girl smiled and flipped the red head off. The other just mumbled something about “Kappa” in his sleep. Elijah smiled.
“I’m Lily, and this is my girlfriend, Andi. Welcome to Productions 241.”
“Uh…thanks. Hey, do you know where the professor is? I kinda wanted to talk to him or her before class.”
“Him. Orlando Bloom.” Andi provided. “He’s over there, by the door, talking to the girl with green hair. Didn’t you notice him when you walked in?”
“Uh, no.” Elijah looked at the teacher. How could he have known that was his teacher? The man was young, surely no more than a few years older than Elijah’s 24. He was dressed in comfortable clothes. A pair of black corduroy jeans and a crème turtleneck, with a light brown blazer thrown on top, almost as an afterthought. He had curly brown hair that teased his neck, and looped around his earlobes. Strands of it hung in front of a laughing forehead, dancing brown eyes. His smile was easy and open. Looking him up and down, Elijah was happy and surprised to see a pair of dark blue Chucks sneaking out of the black fabric of his jeans.
“Psst…hey! Andi asked you something.”
“What?” Elijah looked back at the girls, the red head slightly shaking with laughter, and the brunette, wait, black, no…both…the top layer was brown, but the lower layers were black. Andi. Andi was looking at him, head cocked at an angle, slight smirk on her face.
“I really don’t like repeating myself, but I understand. What is your name?”
“Oh, my name is Elijah. Elijah Wood.”
“Cute,” Andi replied.
“Yeah, but I don’t like it,” the redhead said. Lily. Lily is the redhead, Andi the brunette…ish.
Andi turned to Lily and both she and Elijah stared at her in confusion. “What do you mean, love?” she asked.
“I don’t like it. It’s too impersonal. To us, you’re Lij.”
“But…” Elijah started.
“Nope. No buts. Learn it, love it, answer to it, kay?”
“Alright…” Elijah trailed off.
“Alright!” he was echoed. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
The class quieted, sat down, and turned its attention on the person standing at the front of the room: their teacher, Orlando Bloom.
Author:
doodle_loverPairing: Orlijah
Rating: NC-17, later
Feedback: Makes my heart happy...
Summary: Elijah is a film student, and Orlando is his teacher.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Why would I just write about it if it was?
Beta: The beautiful
often_adamanta Love ya, babe!A/N: Here is part 2. YAY! And as always, thanks for reading!
The Art of Making Friends
Elijah sucked on the straw hard, pulling up watered down Pepsi dregs. He shook the cup, rattling the ice, then chucked it into a near by garbage can. Shifting his book bag on his back, he pulled open the heavy door to Charleston Hall. He’d taken the time to find all his classrooms already, so today he simply retraced the path to room 218, his Productions class. Pulling that door open, he glanced left and right at the small room, filled with about 30. Those 30 people were making enough noise to constitute more than 80. Elijah searched for a seat near the front of the room, settling himself down in between a girl with black and pink hair, and a sleeping guy.
Sighing and cracking his knuckles, he reached down and unzipped his book sack, pulling out his book and notebook, along with a pen and a pencil. Arranging it all on his desk, he looked down at his watch. 12:05. The professor was late. He hated that. If I ever become a teacher, I will never be late for a class…
Elijah started to look around the room at the jumble of students. There were people dressed as though they just rolled outta bed, in clothes four sizes too big, in black and morose colors like death was just a breath away. A girl up the row and to his left was turned and talking to a dark haired girl behind her. He could see and feel them sneaking glances in his direction. He sighed, the hope of avoided any attention was an empty promise, just as it always was. But, to his surprise and pleasure, she didn’t smile up at him through her long, curly red hair. She didn’t walk over to him and hit on him. She did something he didn’t expect.
“Hey, you’re new, huh?”
She was pointing at him, her and her friend both staring at him.
Elijah cleared his throat. “M…me?” he stammered, feeling like a fool.
“Yeah, who’d think I was talking to? Sleeping Beauty or Death Becomes Her?”
Elijah looked over to the people sitting next to him on either side. The gothic girl smiled and flipped the red head off. The other just mumbled something about “Kappa” in his sleep. Elijah smiled.
“I’m Lily, and this is my girlfriend, Andi. Welcome to Productions 241.”
“Uh…thanks. Hey, do you know where the professor is? I kinda wanted to talk to him or her before class.”
“Him. Orlando Bloom.” Andi provided. “He’s over there, by the door, talking to the girl with green hair. Didn’t you notice him when you walked in?”
“Uh, no.” Elijah looked at the teacher. How could he have known that was his teacher? The man was young, surely no more than a few years older than Elijah’s 24. He was dressed in comfortable clothes. A pair of black corduroy jeans and a crème turtleneck, with a light brown blazer thrown on top, almost as an afterthought. He had curly brown hair that teased his neck, and looped around his earlobes. Strands of it hung in front of a laughing forehead, dancing brown eyes. His smile was easy and open. Looking him up and down, Elijah was happy and surprised to see a pair of dark blue Chucks sneaking out of the black fabric of his jeans.
“Psst…hey! Andi asked you something.”
“What?” Elijah looked back at the girls, the red head slightly shaking with laughter, and the brunette, wait, black, no…both…the top layer was brown, but the lower layers were black. Andi. Andi was looking at him, head cocked at an angle, slight smirk on her face.
“I really don’t like repeating myself, but I understand. What is your name?”
“Oh, my name is Elijah. Elijah Wood.”
“Cute,” Andi replied.
“Yeah, but I don’t like it,” the redhead said. Lily. Lily is the redhead, Andi the brunette…ish.
Andi turned to Lily and both she and Elijah stared at her in confusion. “What do you mean, love?” she asked.
“I don’t like it. It’s too impersonal. To us, you’re Lij.”
“But…” Elijah started.
“Nope. No buts. Learn it, love it, answer to it, kay?”
“Alright…” Elijah trailed off.
“Alright!” he was echoed. “Let’s get this show on the road!”
The class quieted, sat down, and turned its attention on the person standing at the front of the room: their teacher, Orlando Bloom.