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In next months ‘GQ’ magazine Dominic Monaghan was interviewed about his life as a new star, his friends and his own love life. Interestingly enough, he answered a question about his friends: Orlando Bloom and Michelle Schrade. Pictures had been in recent issues of People and US Weekly of the two close together, skiing and laughing. There have been plenty of rumors surrounding the disgustingly good-looking duo! Well, Dom put the rumor to rest. And I quote: “No, Orli and Mischa are just great friends. We met Mischa on our trip and she charmed us all. Actually she called me the other day seeing if I wanted to go the Empire State Building and make out. There was a bit of a joke, no one would notice if she was with me.” Now, that’s where I disagree. It’s been no secret this hobbit has always had a crush on the siren. I’ll guess we’ll see what comes about with this.
 

She looked over at him and took a moment to just breathe. He was one of the most beautiful men in the world. He had the innate ability to make you feel like you were the only person in the world when he was looking at you. 

He looked down the steep slope before them and then back at her. “Think you can do it, Yank?”

She glared at him with a queasy feeling in her stomach. She had been warned the night before not to join the brown eyed wonder on his skiing expeditions. But, no, foolish girl she was she took one look at those gorgeous ‘puppies’ and she was a goner. She stood atop one of the hardest slopes the resort had to offer. She desperately wished those lifts would take one back DOWN the slop. She could’ve been lying in mud and relaxing with her thoughts and day dreams of Mr. Bloom.  But no, she wanted the real thing and was mentally smacking herself every moment after. Except that is when she was drooling over him.

Go fig.

“You were all for it last night. Are you afraid now?” Taunting her was apparently his new habit.

She hated him. Yet, wondered if he treated his girlfriend this way. She was never one to let a question get away from her, “would you treat your girlfriend in this manner?”

“Nah, wouldn’t have to. Kate’s a rebel; she’d be down the slopes before I could blink.” Pride shone in his eyes as he talked about his girlfriend. It was the look every girl wanted to see in their man’s eyes.

“Well, it must be the blonde thing then.” She looked towards the edge again and paled. She then realized she was almost choking on her fear this time. His skis were millimeters away from sending him flying down and she could barely catch her breath. She knew then it wasn’t his beauty that was taking her breath away, she wondered if she was having a panic attack.

He must have seen the change in her features, he immediately moved towards her. “Hey, Yank, you ok? I didn’t mean to push you, you don’t have to go. I’m sure we can pull some kind of star power and have a helicopter pick us up.” There was a definite tenderness in his voice.

Looking up she was captured again, her lack of breath because of him, again. Funny how quickly that had changed. 

He leaned in a little closer. This time he brushed a stray hair from her face. Why was it such an intimate thing to touch someone’s hair? She thought about running her fingers in those chocolate locks and shivered. Their eyes locked. Her breathing was beginning to slow down, but her heart was doing over time. He was about to say something. And at that point it didn’t matter. She would have climbed a mountain had he just asked. Lust, she thought, was a bitch on your state of mind. 

As his lips opened ready to say the something more, a young girl, half Mike’s age, went down the slope with out even looking back. 

Closing her eyes and taking a step back, she let a tear slip down her cheek. “Now, I feel like a moron, a ten year-old flies past and I’m the big girl. Lord and like a dork I’m crying. I’m sorry.” Wiping her cheek she pulled her goggles over her eyes and cracked her neck. 

He barely had time to say anything before, balls out, she went over the slope at a speed far too fast to be clocked. It was a ballsy move for someone who was moments ago just petrified and crying. Something clicked inside him. It was something he wouldn’t realize until later, but Michelle Schrade scored big points for just going for things.

She hurt in places she didn’t even know existed on her body. She hurt in places that shouldn’t hurt. She glared at the grinning, walking like nothing hurt, moron next to her. Whatever mushy ass ‘he’s so dreamy’ feelings she’d been feeling before were gone. They went kaput the moment her butt hit the hard snow. She’d never thought of snow as hard, but her butt and many other parts of her were now telling her differently. She absolutely hated him. He was just a dumb English bloke- that was all there was to it.

“Glad you think so highly of me, Yank.”

Apparently she was so tired she didn’t take the time to make sure she was saying the nasty comments in her head, and not aloud. Turning her head, which hurt by the way, towards him she leered, which also hurt. “Don’t call me a Yank! Dumb ass. Get over the fact that precious ol’ England lost to us and we have more grit than you’ll have.”

He didn’t even fight back. Pansy, must have been all those curls-they took away the brain power. No, Mr. Perfect Curls walked along side her with a stupid grin. Was it wrong to hate a country because of one guy?

“You certainly had grit when you fell down for the millionth time and got your ass back up.”

“Are you always this charming, or is it me who brings out the stud?”

He walked closer to her, wrapping an arm around her. Don’t think it needs to be mentioned that that had hurt too. “Naw, Yank, it’s just you who brings out my sweet side. I’ve never seen a person with so much spunk. It’s quite cute on ya.”

She hated him.

More importantly, she hated that still he seemed to be a-okay. Damn him!

“I don’t like you very much Mr. Bloom. Quite frankly, if I never saw you again, I’d be a damn happy American.” She tried her best to walk faster, but his long legs kept up with her strained stride.

They had spent four hours skiing. They had spent four hours laughing, falling, crying, and just having a good time. It wasn’t until they were walking back towards the lounge that they were reminded the world wasn’t just them. It was on the way back they were reminded they were somewhat known people. 

“OH MY GOD!” There was a definitive female screech.

Turning to Orlando, Mike grinned. “Twenty says they won’t even care who I am.”

He looked back and grimaced. “Fifty says they will because you’re with me and not Kate. Lord, Mikey, can’t you get your bodyguard to jump in front of them? Please, I’ll owe you big time.” 

He looked pathetic with his dopey brown eyes. She paid attention to the crinkles at his eyes though. It was so sexy to see crinkles around a guy’s eyes. It made them seem so wonderfully happy to themselves. Shaking her head, of the romantic thoughts she grinned at him. “Afraid not, Crumb Cake. I’m a firm believer in fan appreciation. I’ll tell the fellas you’re gonna be late coming in.”

His eyes widened with her words. “You’re kidding right? Yank, … I mean Michelle. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” A vicious smile played across her lips. “Wow, you set yourself up there for so many blissfully delicious remarks. Alas, they come.” She looked over his shoulder where at least 4 girls were running straight toward him. “I’m gonna have to give you a rain check. I’m a bit chilly and definitely need a hot bath.”

“I thought we were becoming great friends. You’re a tease, Yank.”

She had already started to walk away. Looking over her shoulders, her eyes glistening with laughter she coyly said, “Oh, Crumb Cake, you have no idea.”

And thus, a friendship bloomed, pun intended. They both were aware there was something different there. There was an undeniable chemistry, but there were also undeniable obstacles. Fate had a funny way of giving you a taste of a cake you’ll never get to completely devour. 

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