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Brother My Brother-Chp2 (An RP Story)


Well, without a doubt that word begins to spread like wildfire in your college about Orly being your stepbrother (Duh, who wouldn't if everyone sees you in a shining Mercedes Benz driven by Orlando Bloom--he offered to drive you to school). The girls squeal at you in envy and beg you to get an autograph from him.

You finally accept whatever they want him to sign on and throw it all in your locker. You have a right mind to just throw them in the trash but your conscience got the better of you. After all, Orly's just your brother and it's natural that they're his fans, right?

Voice: You sure have become the gossip of the day.

You turn around and see that it's your best friend Neena.

You: Don't even start, Neena. I'm not in a mood.
Neena: No offence, Toronto, but you've created quite a stir. I mean you've become the stepsister of one of Hollywood's hunkiest celebrities of the century, not to mention he's the star of LOTR's flawless Elf Prince...
You: You think I dunno that?! He gets calls from different girls every night and fans are practically all over him!! It makes me sick just to think of it!!
Neena: You SAY you're sick of it, but in truth, you like him, don't you?
You: Me?? Like him?? You gotta be kiddin' me!!

Later that evening, after your class, you open your locker and stare at all the stuff the fans want Orly to sign. You sigh and take them out in defeat. As you look for changes to get on a bus, you see Orly standing outside your college beside the car. You feel flattered--It's not always you get a celebrity as your chauffer.

Before you can go to him, he is immediately surrounded by Orly-crazed fans. Apparently they expected Orly to come pick you and have ben waiting patiently for him. You groan and stand where you are, not moving an inch. Orly notices and squeezes his through the fans towards you. He takes you by the hand and says: Come on, sis. Let's go home.

You: I thought I told you, I'm taking the bus.
Orly: I just wanna be your brother.
You: Well, act like one and leave me alone!

You walk off, leaving Orly to fend himself from the fans. Suddenly a hand grabs you. You turn to see Orly looking at you sternly, like a brother would to a little naughty sister. You shrink, feeling very little. From afar, you hear a few guys talking rudely about you and Orly.

Guy 1: Look at that pretty boy seducing girls again.
Guy 2: Yeah, just bcoz he's a star he thinks he can get all the girls.
Guy 3: Not to mention that girl is so not attractive.

You break free from Orly and stomp towards the guys. You give one of them a good kick and yell: Take that! That's for being jealous at people for no reason!

Orly: Stop it, sis. Let's just go home.

The guys are not done with you yet. They reach over to grab you when the next second you see them all sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain. Orly actually fought them just for you!

The guys quickly make a break for it. As you watch them go, Orly, without warning, pinches yor cheek, scolding: You seriously have a knack of getting into trouble, aren't you, sis?

You: Ouch! They were insulting you! Where's your sense of gratitude?

Orly pulls you into the car and drives you home without a word. Once you're at the front porch, he turns to you and says: I'm glad you defended me. Here's my gratitude.

He reaches over and kisses you on the cheek he just pinched! He smiles and gets off the car, gesturing you to do the same. Things just keeps getting weirder yet better...
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