The Never Book (3/?)

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Sorry it's been so long! I've been out of the country!! lol But anyways... here it is - Part 3! And Part 4 within the next few days, no worries!!

Title: The Never Book
Author: Miss. Xander
Summary: There are a lot of things Elijah has never done. And then he meets Orlando.
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah (my OTP lol), Dom/Billy and maybe others...
Warnings: High School AU, Angst, Fluff, Sex and all that stuff!
Notes: Thanks to my brilliant beta avaro_naeth

~I've never had a dream come true. I know, it's a song… but it's true.

I've never read a poem aloud to anyone. Ever.

I've never had as much fun as I had last night with Orlando at the Burger Hut.

I've never made out in a car up at Wisher Lake.

I've never gone to a school dance.

I've never slept in past ten.~

When the phone rang that morning Elijah jerked awake. The clock said '10:45.' He smiled. It was the third thing he'd get to cross off his list.

"Hello?" He mumbled into the receiver, trying desperately to sound like he hadn't just woken up.

"Heya. Lij?" A greeting and a question in a British accent.

"Hey, what's up?" Elijah found himself marveling at how easy it was to talk with Orlando. Almost as if they'd been friends for years.

They'd barely been friends for days.

They were barely friends.

"Not a lot. You?"

"This and that."

"Wanna hang out?"

"Sure. Where?"

"Wherever."

"You could come over."

"Alright."

"Noon?"

"Sure."

"Need my address?"

"Nope. See ya."

With that the line clicked and went dead. Elijah studied the pale machine in his hands. Two thoughts instantly hit his brain.

One –

Orlando knew where he lived.

Two –

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Orlando knew where he lived!!

Something inside told him to not freak out over something so… not freak out worthy. After all, the student handbook had everyone's addresses and phone numbers in it. Anyone of his friends could have told him. Or possibly… he could have seen Elijah walk home.

And what's more important, Orlando was a GUY. It shouldn't matter either way. It was way too girly to freak out about such a thing.

But Elijah couldn't help the girly squeal that left his lips at the thought that Orlando knew where he lived.

* + *

The doorbell rang at precisely 12:05. Elijah fought  the strange – and sudden – desire to check his appearance in the hall mirror as he headed for the red wooden door.

~I've never dressed to impress anyone in particular.~

"Hey," Elijah grinned in greeting as the door opened and revealed Orlando in all his khaki pants, dark blue shirt glory.

"Hey," Orlando nodded, grinning as well.

Elijah let him in the house and proceeded to go through the long – is it really necessary? – event of a house tour.

"So… only you and your mom live here?" Orlando questioned, looking around as if he were really interested. Elijah had to give him some credit, at least he pretended to be nice.

"Yeah…" he nodded, glancing only briefly at a picture that had his dad in it.

"Where's your dad?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," Elijah said softly before walking back down the hall – leaving Orlando to follow. "I'm sorry… you're probably really bored." Elijah looked apologetically at him over his shoulder.

"No. It's fascinating," Orlando smiled, taking his gaze from the pictures and following after Elijah. "I want to get to know all about you." Elijah blushed deeply, deciding he really shouldn't focus too much on that remark, or the warmth of that smile, or that constant tightening in his chest.

* + *

"I just don't get it," Elijah said to Dom and Billy at lunch the following Monday. "I mean… we spent all Saturday together and we actually had fun. It felt like he wanted to be with me."

"What's so hard to believe about that?" Billy asked, popping a fry in his mouth. He was sitting particularly close to Dom and Elijah wondered at it.

It was fairly common knowledge that Dom – and maybe Billy – swung both ways, but Elijah had just never thought of that before. They could be a couple. There was nothing wrong with that. Elijah merely wondered where it left him.

"I know… but Bills… it's me. Come on! I'm geeky, homework loving, poetry writing, glasses wearing, should be a lot cooler cause I'm a Senior Elijah! Nothing fantastic. Definitely not one to be friends with the infamous Orlando Bloom! Mr. I'm British so

bow to me… guy… and what's more, I don't normally get tingly emotion feely things around such boys. Any boys. It's just unnatural – unreal… completely utterely-"

"Hey Lij," the voice – yes that one – sounded only moments before a body slid beside him at the table.

Elijah stopped his rant and looked at Orlando. He knew that several people were staring at them and he could only think that he'd probably stare too if he was watching the newest – most popular boy sitting with Elijah the geek.

"Um… hi…" Elijah nodded softly, giving both Billy and Dom 'What-the-fuck?' looks.

Orlando chatted happily about his school day this far. He'd been an official student in Redville for a week so it gave him whatever rights to complain of too much work and unmanageable teachers.

Elijah – on the other hand – was staring at him with a sense of awe and wonder. Was he really sitting at their table? Like it was some normal act?

"Why are you sitting here?" Elijah asked, during some lull in Orlando's speech.

Orlando looked somewhat offended – but mostly surprised – when he turned to look at Elijah. "Uh…sorry? I didn't know I wasn't allowed to." With that he stood and left, carrying his tray to a different table and sitting down.

Elijah watched him in horrid fascination as he fell easily into the conversation taking place at the table. Slowly he turned back to Billy and Dom, only to get smacked on each side of the head by both.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?" Elijah rubbed both spots, scowling at them.

"Why the hell did you say that?!" Dom raised his eyebrows, looking almost petrified at Elijah.

Elijah blinked, slowly shrugging. "I dunno."

That night, while laying in bed and tapping his pen along the paper of the Never Book, the same thought kept running through his head. Why was he so rude to Orlando?

~The steady tightening in my chest. The tingle that shoots through my arms, around my fingers. It seems to envelope me, surrounding me in this, that and everything. Is it a crush? Is it more? Is it that deep open point of nothing where everything collides into life and hope. Everything about him seems perfect and that thought drives all sanity out the window to a steep downfall splat into hard gravel and nothing. Appropriate or not? What punishment should be given to me for the mere thought - desire - of him?"

I've never made less sense.~