VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE; PLEASE READ: We know that Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp have girlfriends. However, for purposes of this story, THEY DO NOT EXSIST!!!! Thank you for your patience--we know you have waiting a long five months for this sequel, and we sincerely hope that we haven't lost any readers. Now, without further ado, on with the story! Oh, one more thing: THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THE STORY "FOREVER YOURS". DO NOT READ THIS WITHOUT READING THAT ONE FIRST, OR YOU WILL BE UTTERLY LOST. We do not own anything that you recognize, nor do we own our roommates. Now, for real, on with the story.

Chapter 1

Elizabeth Carter was sitting on the floor of the lounge at LaHonda Hall, planning her wedding. Liz sighed and looked down at her engagement ring. She missed Will dearly. They hadn't seen each other since the morning after he showed up at her door step to tell her he was sorry. He has been in the British Isles shooting a film and the only contact for the past four months they have had was over the phone. She sighed again and looked back down at her book. Liz was reading "How to Plan Your Dream Wedding," or trying to at least. She kept getting distracted by the picture of a shirtless Orlando Bloom that she had cut out of a magazine and stuck in the pages. Suddenly a pair of hands reached around and covered her eyes. She sighed in irritation.

"Allie, I'm trying to plan my wedding," she said in exasperation.

Looking down at the book, the perpetrator chuckled and exclaimed, "Planning our wedding or our wedding night?" Liz gasped and blushed a deep shade of red. Will laughed again. "I can feel you blushing, Princess." Liz reached up and pulled the hands away from her face, and looked up at her fiancé.

"And whose fault is that?" Liz questioned with a grin. Then she frowned. "Wait, aren't you supposed to be in the British Isles filming?" Will smiled and sat down behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap.

"I requested the weekend off. I told the director that I needed to help my fiancé plan our wedding." Liz grinned and kissed him. He kissed her back, running his hands through her hair.

"I missed you so much," Liz said after they pulled apart, then kissed him again. They heard a shriek, and Liz pulled away confused. She looked around and was horrified to see a few of her next-door neighbors running towards them.

"Look, it's Orlando Bloom!" one of them squealed. Liz leapt to her feet and pulled Will up as well.

"Run!" Will yelled, running towards the stairs. She and Will tore up the stairs towards the apartment. Before they were even halfway there, the number of girls following them had tripled just from all the commotion. Right as they got to the door, it was automatically flung open. They dashed inside. Allie shut the door the moment they were out of the way. She locked it, then turned to her friends.

"Well, that was fun. You should come around more often, Will," she remarked as she lowered the blinds so that the fan girls couldn't see into the apartment. After she was done, she walked over and sat down on the couch next to Jack, who immediately wrapped an arm around her waist. Will just gave her a look, then he grinned.

"You're right," he said, pulling Liz into an embrace. "I should come around more often." Liz suddenly gasped. "What's wrong, Princess?"

"I left my book in the lounge," she said. Will smiled.

"I'll buy you a new one," he replied. Liz pouted.

"But it had my favorite picture of you in it," Liz whined. Allie rolled her eyes.

"Liz, quit whining," she said, laying her head on Jack's shoulder.

"I'm not whining," Liz protested. "I just want my picture back." Allie sighed and got up.

"I'll go get your picture," she said, walking towards the door. "Will, you'd better hide while I open the door. Don't want the fan girls attacking again." Will nodded and pulled Liz into the kitchen with him. Allie opened the door and walked out. She was immediately surrounded by about 30 girls all demanding to know where Orlando Bloom was. News had spread around that he was there. Allie smiled.

"I'm sorry, but he climbed out the back window just a moment ago." One of the girls scoffed.

"How dumb do you think we are?" she demanded. "This is the second story." Allie rolled her eyes.

"Hello, he had a ladder. You know--one of those rolled-up rope-ladder things that you keep in your room incase of a fire." Allie smiled. "If you hurry, you might be able to catch him." The girls all screeched and ran down the stairs and towards the backside of the apartment complex. Allie just shook her head and headed down to the lounge. She bent over and picked up the book, making sure the picture was still in there. Straightening up, she saw Rebecca Johnson struggling into the lounge, carrying three duffel bags full of stuff. She grinned. "Becky!" Becky jumped and dropped one of the bags.

"Oh my gosh! Allie!" She walked over and gave her friend a hug. "How are you?" Allie grinned.

"Never better," she said, pulling back to get a better look at her friend. "How was your trip?" she asked as she grabbed the bag that Becky had dropped and started carrying it upstairs to their apartment. When they got there, Allie suddenly realized that she had left her keys in the apartment. She knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Jack called.

"It's me! Open up!" There was a moment of silence, then Jack's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Give me one good reason why I should, luv," he said, grinning. Allie rolled her eyes.

"Cause I'm cooking dinner tonight," she said. Liz lifted her head off of Will's chest and called through the open kitchen window,

"All the more reason to keep it locked!" Allie glared at the closed blinds.

"Hey, shut up!" she yelled. Jack grinned.

"We'll just have Liz cook. She's a better at it anyway," he said.

"Yeah, but I'm the one who's supposed to make dinner tonight, so I'd appreciate it if you opened up the door." Jack thought for a moment, then finally opened up the door.

"Thank you," Allie said as she walked into the apartment. "Becky, where do you want me to put this?" she called over her shoulder.

"Just drop it somewhere," Becky told her, walking into the apartment behind her. She walked over to Allie and dropped her bags on the floor. Nudging her friend, Becky nodded towards Jack. "Who is he?"

"Oh, this is my boyfriend." Becky nodded, not really looking too closely at Jack, and went to go find Liz. She found her in the kitchen cuddling with Will, occasionally leaning forward and lightly kissing him. Becky screamed in surprise when she saw Orlando Bloom standing in the middle of the kitchen, his arms around her roommate.

"Allie, why is Orlando Bloom standing in our kitchen?" Becky called.

"The same reason Johnny Depp's standing in our living room," came the reply. Becky just stood there for a minute, trying to comprehend what was going on.

"What's going on? I'm confused," Becky said, and the poor girl sounded like it. At this point Will noticed that someone else was in the kitchen. He pulled back slightly, making Liz frown.

"What is it, sweetie?" Will didn't reply; he simply turned Liz's head towards Becky, who was still looking utterly lost and dazed. Liz gasped.

"Becky!" she squealed, running over and throwing her arms around her friend. "I've missed you so much!" she said, taking a step back and looking her friend from head to toe. Becky looked back at her roommate.

"Liz, can you tell me what's going on? Why are Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp in our apartment?" In response, Liz held out her left hand, showing Becky the ring on her finger. Becky gasped, then smiled.

"You got that at Wal-Mart right?" Will looked horrified.

"It doesn't look that cheap, does it?" he asked. Liz smiled at him.

"No, it doesn't, baby. It's beautiful. Becky just doesn't know quality." Allie walked into the kitchen, hand in hand with Jack.

"Oh, come on, Liz. You can't really blame Becky for thinking that you got another fake engagement ring at Wal-Mart." Will turned to Liz, eyebrow cocked in amusement.

"Another fake engagement ring?" Will repeated. Liz smirked.

"Didn't you know that you've proposed to me at least eight or nine times?" she said. Jack laughed and turned to Allie.

"How many times have I proposed to you, darlin'?" he asked. Allie shrugged.

"You haven't." Before Jack had a chance to reply, Will's cell phone rang. He grabbed it out of his pocket and pulled Liz close to him.

"Luckiest Man in the World," Will answered smiling, then leaned over and kissed Liz on the tip of her nose.

"Could someone gag me?" Allie asked, rolling her eyes at Will's sappiness. Will threw Allie a dirty look, but continued talking.

"Oh, hi Alex. How's shooting going without me? What? Oh that. Well, I really am the luckiest man in the world. I've got it all," he said brushing a lock of hair out of Liz's face. Allie rolled her eyes again and groaned and Becky just laughed.

"Oh please, just put a cork in the sap machine for five minutes," Allie begged, looking from Liz to Will, who was still smiling, and then back to Liz.

"But seriously man, how's shooting going?" Will continued his conversation on the phone while the girls argued over whether or not Will was too sappy. They came to a halt when Will's voice rose, making Becky jump. "WHAT! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! WE MADE A DEAL REMEMBER! I HAVE NO CHOICE?" He quieted down while the person on the other end spoke. "Fine. I'll call you back in a few hours. You owe me!" Will hung up the phone and looked directly at Liz. "I have to talk to you."

"Uh-oh, this doesn't sound good," Allie remarked. Liz pouted.

"What?" she asked timidly, not sure if she wanted to know what the phone conversation had been about.

"I have to go back," Will told her, flipping his phone shut and putting it back into his pocket. Liz was shocked. It took a few moments for her to find her voice again.

"WHAT?! But, Will, you just got here!" Will went to put a finger to Liz's lips to silence her, but she just pulled it down. "Don't you shush me!" Allie started to crack up, but stopped when Liz threw a glare at her. "You've only been here for fifteen minutes, and I haven't seen you in the last four months. How could you be leaving me already?" Will sighed.

"I have no choice, Princess," he said, then leaned over and whispered so that only she could hear him, "And remember, it's Orlando now, not Will." He pulled back and smiled at her. "Besides, who said you weren't coming with me?"

"Dang straight, you're not leaving without me! Wait, what?" Liz said, realizing what her fiancé. Allie then spoke up.

"Um, what about your classes?" Orlando smirked.

"It's Friday, Allie," he reminded her. Allie's eyes grew wide.

"What time is it?" she demanded. Becky looked at the clock.
"3:57," she said.

"Crap! I've got Choir in three minutes! I'm gonna be late!" Allie bolted to her room, grabbed her bag, and flew out the door. Jack ran out after her, and leaned over the balcony as he watched her run across the courtyard.

"What, no goodbye kiss?" he called after her.

"Not today!" Allie called over her shoulder, then she disappeared around the corner. Jack pouted.

"Fine, I didn't want one anyways!" he shouted after her. Allie poked her head back around the corner, smiled lovingly, and blew him a kiss, then took off. Jack walked back into the apartment, satisfied. Liz looked at Jack.

"Who's sappy now?" she asked rhetorically. She turned back to Orlando and looked up hopefully at him. "Do I really get to go?" Orlando smiled and gave her hair a little tug.

"Of course. Do you really think that I could be separated from my Princess any longer? It's been a long four months for me too." He raised their clasped hands and kissed Liz's hand.

"You are too sappy." Orlando gave her a questioning look, and Liz simply laughed. "That's why I love you," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He held her for a few moments before gently pulling back.

"I hate to rush you, but you only have about 20 minutes to pack your bags. Our plane leaves in 45 minutes," he told her. "You do have a passport, right?" he asked. Liz nodded.

"Of course. I always knew that someday Orlando Bloom was going to sweep me off my feet and whisk me away with him to somewhere in the British Isles for a movie shoot," she said jokingly. Orlando rolled his eyes.

"Do you have one or not?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes I have one," Liz said.

"Good--I'd hate to have to smuggle you off the plane. Now get packing. You only have about 18 minutes left now." Orlando, Jack, and Becky all watched as Liz disappeared into her room. Becky turned and just stared at the two men.

"I must be dreaming. There's no way this can be real. I'm going to go unpack." The men chuckled as she headed for her room.