*Don't own Orli…Don't own Dom…Reilly, Tristan, Emma, Tricia, etc are all
mine* …please let me know what you think and if I should keep at it…
Chapter 6: A Heart-to-Heart
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Reilly finally exploded, unable to keep her temper in check any longer. She sat anxiously on the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear, with one leg tucked under her, tugging on a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail as she only did when she was frustrated. "What the fuck is MY problem?!" Tristan replied incredulously, his voice low and quiet in his anger, as opposed to Reilly's, which was raising by the second. "MY problem is that my girlfriend, who is half a world away and is planning on staying there for the rest of the YEAR, has called me exactly TWICE in the past 7 weeks! Ri, it's the 17th of October, and you've been gone since the end of August. I MISS you, alright?" Reilly felt her expression soften as the anger began to melt away from her. She opened her mouth to respond, but unfortunately for himself, Tristan continued before she could. "Two calls, Ri? What's up with that? I KNOW you call Emma at least every other night, I mean, if it weren't for her I wouldn't even know what you've been up to! Running around with movie stars, I guess its no wonder you have no time to call your boyfriend! I mean, its not like I'm there to please you in any way you can't get from some other little hookup, so what would be the point, right?" Reilly's jaw dropped in shock and she attempted to interrupt. "No, Ri, let me finish," Tristan talked right over her protesting. "I love you Ri, you know that. I loved you before we were together, I love you for everything you are, but I have never seen you be so fucking selfish before! It's not like Daddy didn't give you enough spending money to keep in touch with all of us…why don't you get over yourself and your new glamorous life before everyone back here gets too fucking ripped at you to even care what you do anymore, little princess!" Tristan's words were laced with sarcasm and bitterness, and Reilly felt her breath catch in her throat. She swallowed hard and felt a dangerous pricking behind her eyes and blinked quickly. "I have to go Tristan," she replied, struggling to keep her voice even and steady. She heard him sigh on the other end, and when he spoke his voice was much calmer. "Ri, look…I'm sorry…it's just…" Reilly interrupted him. "Yeah, Trist. But I don't want to talk anymore right now. I'll call soon. Bye." She hung up quickly, before he could respond, and sat back down on her bed, suddenly realizing that she had sometime gotten up and started angrily pacing the floor during Tristan's tirade. She sighed, wincing as she heard his words in her head… "some little hookup…" … "get over yourself" … "little princess"…Reilly tossed them around her mind, wondering…that's not really me, is it? Did he really think she could ever be like that, like she could just forget about someone so important…that she was selfish like that?
"Sorry…" a voice said at the door, startling Reilly so much that she dropped the purple cordless phone on the floor as she leapt to her feet and whirled around. Orlando stood in the doorway, holding an envelope and looking slightly uncomfortable. "Oh! Um…hi, Orli…um, how long have you been there?" Reilly stammered, motioning for him to come in and closing the door behind him. "Well, long enough to know that that," Orli nodded toward the phone "was someone that you obviously care about…and that he wasn't saying anything that you wanted to be hearing." Reilly's blue eyed darkened and flashed with anger as she opened her mouth to reprimand him on the complete non-etiquette that was involved in eavesdropping, but he rushed on before she could. "'Course, love, it's not like I was listening on purpose," she looked at him confusedly, and he leaned close to her ear "I think the whole dorm could hear you, sorry." Her eyes widened momentarily before she shrugged helplessly and sat down on her bed again. "Well," she said with a sigh. "It's not like I'm known for being the quietest person in here anyway." She attempted a weak smile for him, and he frowned in return, searching her eyes. "Are you alright, Ri?" he asked it so softly and with such concern that Reilly could feel tears threatening once again. She fought them quickly as Orlando's eyebrows furrowed sympathetically. She tried to laugh again, and shake it off, but Orli's hand grasping hers stopped her. "I came over to drop off your tickets for this Friday, since Dom left early to collect Billy…but I don't have anyplace to be, if, you know…you need…me?" His voice rose up at the end, like he was asking her a question instead of offering his support. Reilly stared at his hand in hers for a moment, and then heard her own voice… "It's hard…he's the most important person in my world, him and Emma and Dom…" Reilly paused, momentarily surprised at how quickly she had come to care so deeply for Dominic. Orli didn't seem to think a thing of it, he simply watched her, waiting for her to continue and intertwining his fingers with hers. "And I just keep hurting him, no matter what I do!" she burst out. "But it's like, no matter what I do to make myself happy always seems to come at his expense…and he wants me to be happy, I know he does…but I don't know what to do! I don't know how to make it both…I…" she shrugged helplessly, not even able to find the words to explain herself. Orli just waited patiently, still holding her hand. Finally she looked up, meeting the complete openness of his dark eyes, and she began to talk.
For the rest of the afternoon the two of them sat like that, and they just talked. Reilly told Orli everything, from her relationship with Tristan to her reserved family life and how they were always putting on airs to look good in front of other people, and how all she wanted was for people to see her as more that just Reilly Scott, a well-to-do college girl from the Cape. And when she was finished, Orli took his turn, and told her of his family and his decision to be an actor and how his sudden fame was affecting him. He told her his fears of letting it all get to him and forgetting what was really important. By the time the sun had set, they were laughing comfortably with one another, Reilly's earlier mood gone, and discussing the more trivial things in life. "Yellow?" Reilly repeated him when he stated his favorite color. Orli laughed. "Yes yellow! What's wrong with yellow?" Reilly shrugged. "Nothing, really. It's just…well I mean, I love yellow and navy blue together, but I don't think yellow can really stand on its own, and I think a favorite color should be able to stand on its own. Mine's red." Orli just stared at her with his mouth open. "WHAT?!" Reilly laughed, throwing a pillow at him. "It's important to be able to stand alone, to be strong like that!" Orli tossed the pillow aside and met her eyes. "That's true…but its also important not to go through things alone…to trust people, and be able to let them be there for you." God his eyes are amazing, Reilly thought to herself as she stared back at him and nodded. Orlando held her steady blue gaze and let out a shaky breath, not even realizing he had been holding it, then stood. "Well, I should…get going," he said, smiling down at her. "Of course!" Reilly agreed, standing up as well. Completely out of character, she looked shyly down at her feet for a minute, and then raised just her eyes to look up at him through her lashes and smiled slightly. "Well…thank you, Orli…for bringing my tickets…and…listening…" she said the words quickly and almost breathlessly. Damn that was cute, Orli thought to himself, and his smile widened. "It was nothing, love. And thank you, too…" he held out his arms to her and hugged her tightly when she walked into them, resting his chin on top of her head and breathing in the fresh, pretty scent of her. The embrace reached the minute mark, with neither of them feeling any akwardness or wanting to be the first to let go. Reilly closed her eyes and just sort of let herself be held up by him, feeling so comfortable and at home against his chest, his strong arms around her. Finally they broke apart simultaneously, jumping a little guiltily as the door opened. Tricia looked at them with an amused expression, and then went to collapse on her bed. Not like it was the first time she'd seen her cute little roomie in the arms of a hottie Brit actor or anything. Orli took his leave, and Reilly turned to Tricia with a smile, picking up the envelope Orli had brought over and holding it up for Tricia to see.
"Our tickets…" she grinned, as Tricia shrieked excitedly. "Oh this is gonna be good!"
Chapter 6: A Heart-to-Heart
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Reilly finally exploded, unable to keep her temper in check any longer. She sat anxiously on the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear, with one leg tucked under her, tugging on a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail as she only did when she was frustrated. "What the fuck is MY problem?!" Tristan replied incredulously, his voice low and quiet in his anger, as opposed to Reilly's, which was raising by the second. "MY problem is that my girlfriend, who is half a world away and is planning on staying there for the rest of the YEAR, has called me exactly TWICE in the past 7 weeks! Ri, it's the 17th of October, and you've been gone since the end of August. I MISS you, alright?" Reilly felt her expression soften as the anger began to melt away from her. She opened her mouth to respond, but unfortunately for himself, Tristan continued before she could. "Two calls, Ri? What's up with that? I KNOW you call Emma at least every other night, I mean, if it weren't for her I wouldn't even know what you've been up to! Running around with movie stars, I guess its no wonder you have no time to call your boyfriend! I mean, its not like I'm there to please you in any way you can't get from some other little hookup, so what would be the point, right?" Reilly's jaw dropped in shock and she attempted to interrupt. "No, Ri, let me finish," Tristan talked right over her protesting. "I love you Ri, you know that. I loved you before we were together, I love you for everything you are, but I have never seen you be so fucking selfish before! It's not like Daddy didn't give you enough spending money to keep in touch with all of us…why don't you get over yourself and your new glamorous life before everyone back here gets too fucking ripped at you to even care what you do anymore, little princess!" Tristan's words were laced with sarcasm and bitterness, and Reilly felt her breath catch in her throat. She swallowed hard and felt a dangerous pricking behind her eyes and blinked quickly. "I have to go Tristan," she replied, struggling to keep her voice even and steady. She heard him sigh on the other end, and when he spoke his voice was much calmer. "Ri, look…I'm sorry…it's just…" Reilly interrupted him. "Yeah, Trist. But I don't want to talk anymore right now. I'll call soon. Bye." She hung up quickly, before he could respond, and sat back down on her bed, suddenly realizing that she had sometime gotten up and started angrily pacing the floor during Tristan's tirade. She sighed, wincing as she heard his words in her head… "some little hookup…" … "get over yourself" … "little princess"…Reilly tossed them around her mind, wondering…that's not really me, is it? Did he really think she could ever be like that, like she could just forget about someone so important…that she was selfish like that?
"Sorry…" a voice said at the door, startling Reilly so much that she dropped the purple cordless phone on the floor as she leapt to her feet and whirled around. Orlando stood in the doorway, holding an envelope and looking slightly uncomfortable. "Oh! Um…hi, Orli…um, how long have you been there?" Reilly stammered, motioning for him to come in and closing the door behind him. "Well, long enough to know that that," Orli nodded toward the phone "was someone that you obviously care about…and that he wasn't saying anything that you wanted to be hearing." Reilly's blue eyed darkened and flashed with anger as she opened her mouth to reprimand him on the complete non-etiquette that was involved in eavesdropping, but he rushed on before she could. "'Course, love, it's not like I was listening on purpose," she looked at him confusedly, and he leaned close to her ear "I think the whole dorm could hear you, sorry." Her eyes widened momentarily before she shrugged helplessly and sat down on her bed again. "Well," she said with a sigh. "It's not like I'm known for being the quietest person in here anyway." She attempted a weak smile for him, and he frowned in return, searching her eyes. "Are you alright, Ri?" he asked it so softly and with such concern that Reilly could feel tears threatening once again. She fought them quickly as Orlando's eyebrows furrowed sympathetically. She tried to laugh again, and shake it off, but Orli's hand grasping hers stopped her. "I came over to drop off your tickets for this Friday, since Dom left early to collect Billy…but I don't have anyplace to be, if, you know…you need…me?" His voice rose up at the end, like he was asking her a question instead of offering his support. Reilly stared at his hand in hers for a moment, and then heard her own voice… "It's hard…he's the most important person in my world, him and Emma and Dom…" Reilly paused, momentarily surprised at how quickly she had come to care so deeply for Dominic. Orli didn't seem to think a thing of it, he simply watched her, waiting for her to continue and intertwining his fingers with hers. "And I just keep hurting him, no matter what I do!" she burst out. "But it's like, no matter what I do to make myself happy always seems to come at his expense…and he wants me to be happy, I know he does…but I don't know what to do! I don't know how to make it both…I…" she shrugged helplessly, not even able to find the words to explain herself. Orli just waited patiently, still holding her hand. Finally she looked up, meeting the complete openness of his dark eyes, and she began to talk.
For the rest of the afternoon the two of them sat like that, and they just talked. Reilly told Orli everything, from her relationship with Tristan to her reserved family life and how they were always putting on airs to look good in front of other people, and how all she wanted was for people to see her as more that just Reilly Scott, a well-to-do college girl from the Cape. And when she was finished, Orli took his turn, and told her of his family and his decision to be an actor and how his sudden fame was affecting him. He told her his fears of letting it all get to him and forgetting what was really important. By the time the sun had set, they were laughing comfortably with one another, Reilly's earlier mood gone, and discussing the more trivial things in life. "Yellow?" Reilly repeated him when he stated his favorite color. Orli laughed. "Yes yellow! What's wrong with yellow?" Reilly shrugged. "Nothing, really. It's just…well I mean, I love yellow and navy blue together, but I don't think yellow can really stand on its own, and I think a favorite color should be able to stand on its own. Mine's red." Orli just stared at her with his mouth open. "WHAT?!" Reilly laughed, throwing a pillow at him. "It's important to be able to stand alone, to be strong like that!" Orli tossed the pillow aside and met her eyes. "That's true…but its also important not to go through things alone…to trust people, and be able to let them be there for you." God his eyes are amazing, Reilly thought to herself as she stared back at him and nodded. Orlando held her steady blue gaze and let out a shaky breath, not even realizing he had been holding it, then stood. "Well, I should…get going," he said, smiling down at her. "Of course!" Reilly agreed, standing up as well. Completely out of character, she looked shyly down at her feet for a minute, and then raised just her eyes to look up at him through her lashes and smiled slightly. "Well…thank you, Orli…for bringing my tickets…and…listening…" she said the words quickly and almost breathlessly. Damn that was cute, Orli thought to himself, and his smile widened. "It was nothing, love. And thank you, too…" he held out his arms to her and hugged her tightly when she walked into them, resting his chin on top of her head and breathing in the fresh, pretty scent of her. The embrace reached the minute mark, with neither of them feeling any akwardness or wanting to be the first to let go. Reilly closed her eyes and just sort of let herself be held up by him, feeling so comfortable and at home against his chest, his strong arms around her. Finally they broke apart simultaneously, jumping a little guiltily as the door opened. Tricia looked at them with an amused expression, and then went to collapse on her bed. Not like it was the first time she'd seen her cute little roomie in the arms of a hottie Brit actor or anything. Orli took his leave, and Reilly turned to Tricia with a smile, picking up the envelope Orli had brought over and holding it up for Tricia to see.
"Our tickets…" she grinned, as Tricia shrieked excitedly. "Oh this is gonna be good!"