vigorli

Author: zebraljb
Rating: G to a hard R
Disclaimer: This is written with love, and made up out of my own brain

“Uh, Viggo.”

“Hmmm?”

Viggo lay with his eyes closed, head resting against a tree. Orlando’s palms were sweating, and he tried not to drop his bow on Viggo’s head. “Um, see…” Orlando looked around frantically. Billy and Elijah were scuffling on the ground. Dom discreetly gave him the thumbs-up. “Well, see, I was going to go surfing tomorrow. I mean, me and the Hobbits were going surfing, and maybe, well, I thought you might, uh, want to come along.”

Viggo opened one eye. “Surfing. With you?”

“Well, no, not me. I mean, I’ll be there and everything, but it’s not with me. With us. Together.”

Viggo opened both eyes and sat up. Amusement was written on his face, and Orlando wanted to climb up the tree and never come down. “Do I scare you, Orlando?”

“No, of course not! I’m just nervous. Around new people.”

“Ah.” Viggo rubbed at his chin. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, well, okay, I just didn’t want you to feel left out or anything,” Orlando said hurriedly.

“Are the others coming?”

Orlando could have kicked himself. “Well, no. We didn’t even ASK Ian, and Sean Astin isn’t feeling well, and Beanie said no.”

“I see.” Viggo looked Orlando in the eye. “What about after?”

“After?” Orlando blinked hard. “Well, I don’t know what we’re doing after.”

“Would you like to go to dinner?”

“I could check with the others, but I’m sure they’d…”

“Not the others. Just you.”

Orlando let out an audible gasp, and Viggo smiled. Elijah jumping on Orlando’s back stopped him from replying. “Orli, didya ask him?”

“I did,” Orlando said through clenched teeth.

“Ya comin’, Vig?” Dominic asked as Billy carried him over on his back.

“I’m afraid not,” Viggo said. “But I was just saying to Orlando here that I thought we could all go to dinner afterwards. My treat.”

“Viggo’s treat!” Billy yelled, dumping Dom onto the ground.

Orlando frowned. Viggo HAD said just him, right? He was only covering up their conversation, right? Maybe he hadn’t heard Viggo correctly. He looked over at Viggo, ready to say something, when he caught the smirk on Viggo’s face. Orlando blushed and found an excuse to escape.

“It’s not fair,” Elijah grumbled as they packed the surfboards into the cars. “I’m red as a beet, and Orli’s not even pink.”

“I tan. I don’t burn,” Orli said proudly, running a hand down an olive-toned arm.

“Bitch,” Elijah said as he climbed in the passenger side of Dom’s car.

Orlando smiled as he climbed into Billy’s car. “Thank you.”

“So…we meet at my place in an hour?” Dom suggested.

“Then we go to Vig’s,” Billy said, nodding.

“How’s that going, anyway?” Elijah called to Orlando. Orlando scowled.

“We were having a decent conversation earlier until YOU walked up.”

“Aw, Orli has a crush,” Dom sang.

“Shut up. I’m just doing this to break the curse,” Orlando snapped.

“Look, Orli,” Billy began, putting a hand on Orlando’s arm.

“Let’s go, Dom,” Elijah said, giving Billy a death glare. Billy sighed and put his car into gear.