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The Arts: The Art of First Days and Realizations (3/?)
Title: The Arts: The Art of First Days and Realizations
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doodle_lover
Pairing: Orlijah, eventually..i promise...
Rating: mmm...R for later chappies
Warnings: None really for this one..sorry it's so short...
Disclaimer: not mine..wish it was, but alas..
Beta: The always givingoften_adamanta
Feedback: makes my heart glow..
The Art of First Days and Realizations
“I know what all of you are thinking, and yes, this is going to be a hard class. IF you let it. Remember those words when you are crying about your grades. The oh-so-small, yet so important, If.” Orlando was standing behind the big brown desk, arms stretched out in front of him, palms flat on the desktop, leaning forward. “This is a class for filmmakers. If, ooohh, there it is again, if you do NOT want to be a filmmaker, please see me after class. I would like to talk to you and badger you about why not.”
He leaned away from the desk, taking off his jacket and draping it on the back of the desk chair. Then, he picked up a manila folder, and opened it, taking out the sheaf of papers. “This syllabus is the only piece of paper I will ever hand to you. I suggest you keep it somewhere safe.” He walked around his desk and to the other side of the room, standing in front of the first row. “After this, we’ll go over names, and such, then you all can leave.” A general ‘whoop’ went out among his classmates. “NOT YET.” Professor Bloom said, laughing. He counted and handed, counted and handed all the way across the room. Counting in front of Elijah’s row, he looked up and met Elijah’s eyes. His eyebrows knit together. “You’re new.” Then he turned his megawatt smile on Elijah. “Welcome.”
It took Elijah three tries to grab the papers from the person in front of him, and another two to pass them along down his row. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lily and Andi whispering quietly and laughing. His blush deepened. Professor Bloom was back at the front of the class, sitting on his desk, legs crossed at the ankles before him.
“Ok. Now, I expect you to have read that piece of paper before the next class. Come on, groan.” He paused to let the class fill in the blank with the required sigh of disgust. “And, now, we’ll talk a little about names. My name is Professor Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom. A mouthful, huh? Now, you can call me Professor, Bloom, Orlando, or if you are slightly more daring, Orli. Let’s go around the room, stating names, titles, and shorter tags, shall we? Starting here.” He instructed pointing at the side of the room he had started the papers on. A girl told her name, then another, then a guy, and another girl, all the way down the row, and onto the next one.
Elijah didn’t pay attention to half of them, finding that he was much more interested in the way that the pale, weak sunlight from outside turned Orlando’s (Professor Bloom) hair into caramel and his eyes to chocolate. It was Lily’s turn when he finally zoned back in enough to pay attention.
“My parents named me Lily Primrose McGrady. My friends named me Lil.”
Orlando (Professor Bloom) whispered softly after her, “Lil…” as though he was committing it to memory.
Andi was next. “My name is Andrea Madison Tanner. Andi for short.”
Again, Orlando (Professor Bloom) whispered, “Andi…” adding her name to his mental list.
Finally, it was Elijah’s turn. “Um…Elijah Jordan Wood. And my friends…” he smiled softly, “they insist on calling me Lij.”
Orlando (Professor Bloom) smiled, almost mirroring Elijah’s, then whispered to himself, “Elijah…Lij…”
Elijah didn’t really hear the rest of the class’s names. He was too busy thinking about how easily, how beautifully his name had rolled off Orlando’s (PROFESSOR BLOOM) tongue. He was jarred out of his daydreams as the rest of the class started to pack up. Flinching, he grabbed his book bag, shoved his stuff in it, swung it on, and almost ran out into the hallway. Once there, he finally felt like he could breathe. That class…would be the death of him. He was just getting his bearings back when a flurry of arms grabbed him and pulled him off course again.
“There you are!” Lily said into his ear, pulling him away from his safe little space of wall. She dragged him down the hall and into the staircase, saying, “We thought you had gotten away from us the way you flew out of there! Was something wrong?”
Elijah cleared his throat, and watched as his Chucks descended the stairs faster than his mind. “Um, nah. Just kinda wanted to get out of class, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” Lily said, “But I don’t believe it.” She ran out of the stairwell and into the crowded hallway. Elijah and Andi took it a little more slowly.
“Don’t worry about her. She gets like this when she has a lot going on.”
“A lot going on?” Elijah asked. “It’s the beginning of the year. What could she be doing?”
“Oh, a painting, starting for a gallery opening, trying to get a roll of film to develop with this new developer tint she got, a few multi media works, ‘The Quest for Blank.”, working at the Children’s Museum of Art, her poetry readings every Tuesday at Evangeline’s. She keeps busy, she’s just not as good as I am at keeping it all together.”
“Damn.”
“Yep.”
They walked out of the door to Charleston Hall and found Lily on a bench, smoking a cigarette.
“I thought you said you quit.”
“Aw…sweetie baby. They’re just clove. You know how I get when I’m stressed!”
“Lij, tell her she’s killing herself.”
Elijah cleared his throat again. “Hm. I smoke them, too.”
Lily’s face lit up in a smile. “I knew I liked this guy!” She stood up and planted a kiss right on Andi’s lips. “You can’t resist me for long!”
Elijah looked at the two, puzzled for a moment, but he got it when the girls embraced loosely and kissed thoroughly. He laughed.
Andi pulled away and looked at him, confused. Lily just smiled and offered him a cigarette.
That kind of girlfriend.
When I went to that doll making site(www.elouai.com), I decided to make some dolls for this story. I hope that this doesn't ruin any picture you all had in your minds...
Elijah!
Professor Bloom!
Lily!
Andi!
Hope ya'll like!
Author:
doodle_loverPairing: Orlijah, eventually..i promise...
Rating: mmm...R for later chappies
Warnings: None really for this one..sorry it's so short...
Disclaimer: not mine..wish it was, but alas..
Beta: The always giving
often_adamantaFeedback: makes my heart glow..
The Art of First Days and Realizations
“I know what all of you are thinking, and yes, this is going to be a hard class. IF you let it. Remember those words when you are crying about your grades. The oh-so-small, yet so important, If.” Orlando was standing behind the big brown desk, arms stretched out in front of him, palms flat on the desktop, leaning forward. “This is a class for filmmakers. If, ooohh, there it is again, if you do NOT want to be a filmmaker, please see me after class. I would like to talk to you and badger you about why not.”
He leaned away from the desk, taking off his jacket and draping it on the back of the desk chair. Then, he picked up a manila folder, and opened it, taking out the sheaf of papers. “This syllabus is the only piece of paper I will ever hand to you. I suggest you keep it somewhere safe.” He walked around his desk and to the other side of the room, standing in front of the first row. “After this, we’ll go over names, and such, then you all can leave.” A general ‘whoop’ went out among his classmates. “NOT YET.” Professor Bloom said, laughing. He counted and handed, counted and handed all the way across the room. Counting in front of Elijah’s row, he looked up and met Elijah’s eyes. His eyebrows knit together. “You’re new.” Then he turned his megawatt smile on Elijah. “Welcome.”
It took Elijah three tries to grab the papers from the person in front of him, and another two to pass them along down his row. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lily and Andi whispering quietly and laughing. His blush deepened. Professor Bloom was back at the front of the class, sitting on his desk, legs crossed at the ankles before him.
“Ok. Now, I expect you to have read that piece of paper before the next class. Come on, groan.” He paused to let the class fill in the blank with the required sigh of disgust. “And, now, we’ll talk a little about names. My name is Professor Orlando Jonathan Blanchard Bloom. A mouthful, huh? Now, you can call me Professor, Bloom, Orlando, or if you are slightly more daring, Orli. Let’s go around the room, stating names, titles, and shorter tags, shall we? Starting here.” He instructed pointing at the side of the room he had started the papers on. A girl told her name, then another, then a guy, and another girl, all the way down the row, and onto the next one.
Elijah didn’t pay attention to half of them, finding that he was much more interested in the way that the pale, weak sunlight from outside turned Orlando’s (Professor Bloom) hair into caramel and his eyes to chocolate. It was Lily’s turn when he finally zoned back in enough to pay attention.
“My parents named me Lily Primrose McGrady. My friends named me Lil.”
Orlando (Professor Bloom) whispered softly after her, “Lil…” as though he was committing it to memory.
Andi was next. “My name is Andrea Madison Tanner. Andi for short.”
Again, Orlando (Professor Bloom) whispered, “Andi…” adding her name to his mental list.
Finally, it was Elijah’s turn. “Um…Elijah Jordan Wood. And my friends…” he smiled softly, “they insist on calling me Lij.”
Orlando (Professor Bloom) smiled, almost mirroring Elijah’s, then whispered to himself, “Elijah…Lij…”
Elijah didn’t really hear the rest of the class’s names. He was too busy thinking about how easily, how beautifully his name had rolled off Orlando’s (PROFESSOR BLOOM) tongue. He was jarred out of his daydreams as the rest of the class started to pack up. Flinching, he grabbed his book bag, shoved his stuff in it, swung it on, and almost ran out into the hallway. Once there, he finally felt like he could breathe. That class…would be the death of him. He was just getting his bearings back when a flurry of arms grabbed him and pulled him off course again.
“There you are!” Lily said into his ear, pulling him away from his safe little space of wall. She dragged him down the hall and into the staircase, saying, “We thought you had gotten away from us the way you flew out of there! Was something wrong?”
Elijah cleared his throat, and watched as his Chucks descended the stairs faster than his mind. “Um, nah. Just kinda wanted to get out of class, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.” Lily said, “But I don’t believe it.” She ran out of the stairwell and into the crowded hallway. Elijah and Andi took it a little more slowly.
“Don’t worry about her. She gets like this when she has a lot going on.”
“A lot going on?” Elijah asked. “It’s the beginning of the year. What could she be doing?”
“Oh, a painting, starting for a gallery opening, trying to get a roll of film to develop with this new developer tint she got, a few multi media works, ‘The Quest for Blank.”, working at the Children’s Museum of Art, her poetry readings every Tuesday at Evangeline’s. She keeps busy, she’s just not as good as I am at keeping it all together.”
“Damn.”
“Yep.”
They walked out of the door to Charleston Hall and found Lily on a bench, smoking a cigarette.
“I thought you said you quit.”
“Aw…sweetie baby. They’re just clove. You know how I get when I’m stressed!”
“Lij, tell her she’s killing herself.”
Elijah cleared his throat again. “Hm. I smoke them, too.”
Lily’s face lit up in a smile. “I knew I liked this guy!” She stood up and planted a kiss right on Andi’s lips. “You can’t resist me for long!”
Elijah looked at the two, puzzled for a moment, but he got it when the girls embraced loosely and kissed thoroughly. He laughed.
Andi pulled away and looked at him, confused. Lily just smiled and offered him a cigarette.
That kind of girlfriend.
When I went to that doll making site(www.elouai.com), I decided to make some dolls for this story. I hope that this doesn't ruin any picture you all had in your minds...
Elijah!
Professor Bloom!
Lily!
Andi!
Hope ya'll like!
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Part 2: http://www.livejournal.com/community/fellow_shippers/2743190.html?#cutid1
I should really add these to the next post...sorry babe. Thanks for reading!
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