Posted: August 2004
Title: Win A Date With Karl Urban
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Type: RPS
Characters: Orlando / Viggo, Dave / Karl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is all untrue. Everything is a lie! I even made up the name of the town. Oh, and the name of the movie Orlando's watching is the Karl/Orli fic Tessie's writing, heh.
Author's Notes: Some random silliness I'm writing in lab. It's really just an outpouring of my demented brain which has been too stressed out lately; I hope this isn't too terrible.

Summary: Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. In fact, it's a shameless rip-off of the movie, heh.

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8/5, Century RockBottom, RockBottom, North Carolina

Orlando was too busy oogling at the screen to notice the pained expression on his companion's face. It was only the fifth time he'd seen A Dairy Tale; he still hadn't memorized all of Karl's lines yet. The actor was so romantic, dashing, well built and absolutely perfect... he's the best role model and crush for anyone remotely interested in a man to have. When Karl took of his shirt on screen, Orlando couldn't help letting out a dreamy sigh. He could never get tired of watching this.

Viggo truly regretted his decision to take his personal assistant to this movie. Yes, tonight was for Orlando; they were out celebrating the youth's acceptance to NYU's film school. But still, seeing Orlando go ‘gaga' over a pin-up heartthrob truly tested Viggo's nerves. He knew it was ‘silly' to get worked up over an actor that neither of them had ever met; but he just couldn't help getting a tad jealous. Orlando had never made ‘moon eyes' at him before...

At this time, Viggo stopped following the movie; instead, he started to size its male lead up as possible competition. He knew Karl made millions of dollars per movie; but he wasn't that shabby himself. He was an established artist; between his poetry, his paintings and his photography, he earned enough to afford a luxurious condo in LA or NY or both, if he were into the whole fame and fortune thing.

But Viggo was afraid of ‘people' and much preferred a small town's quiet life. Well, that and the fact that Orlando was here in Rockbottom, not in LA or NY, at least not until next Fall, at which point the artist would seriously contemplate forsaking his peaceful low-key life and buying a house near NYU. Anyway...the point was, Karl wasn't that much better than him in the financial department.

And true enough the actor was very dashing, fitting the bill of tall dark and handsome to the tee; but Viggo knew he wasn't that bad. Some people found his blond-haired, blue-eyed good looks very attractive. Some people even said they'd melt looking into his amazing, intense gray-blue eyes. But unluckily for Viggo, none of the ‘some people' who preferred him over Karl were the ‘right person'.

Yeah, Karl was younger and closer to Orlando's age; but age didn't really matter, right? Seventeen years was nothing in the face of pure, undying true love! And how he loved the young man! Let's just say, if Orlando asked him to parade naked in front of the paparazzi in Times Square, he'd do it in a heartbeat. If only he could find the courage to tell the beautiful young man so...

Viggo's musing was cut short when his companion, along with most of the female audience, squealed in delight. Karl and his beautiful co-star, Miranda, were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Cheesy music swelled as a bright yellow ‘The End' appeared on the screen; it would seem that the torture/movie was finally over.

As quickly as he could, without betraying how much he disliked the movie, Viggo stood. "Shall we?"

Looking away from the screen for the first time since the movie started, Orlando answered, "Sure, there's no extras during the credits anyway."

"Where to now?" asked the artist, praying that Orlando wouldn't say "home". As much as he hated being in public, he wanted to spend more time with the object of his affections.

"We can go to the diner and hang out," suggested the young man with a grin.

Orlando wasn't going to let his boss go home so soon. He knew how rare a ‘night out' was for Viggo. The artist was a bit ‘agoraphobic'; that's why the man needed a personal assistant to take care of his shopping and everyday errands. He felt really honored that Viggo was willing to leave the sanctuary of his house to celebrate his acceptance into drama school with him.

And truth be told, Orli was a bit worried about Viggo. He knew that, before him, none of the eccentric artist's personal assistants had lasted more than two months. He feared there would be no one to take his place once he left for NYU. That's why he wanted to use tonight to show his boss there was nothing to fear in the outside world; he needed to know Viggo would be alright on his own.

"But we just ate," whined the artist as he led the way to his car. As much as he enjoyed Orlando's company, his stomach would explode of he ate anymore. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten so much popcorn during the movie.

"Well, I guess we could go to Windy Heights. Sam's always telling me how great the view is from up there," replied Orli without realizing that the destination he had suggested was the local couples' favorite make-out spot.

Though he didn't go out much, Viggo was better versed in local gossip than sweet young Orlando. He blushed before deciding it couldn't hurt to confess his feelings now. It would make him seem like less of a ‘stalker' when he moved to NY to be close to Orlando. "That sounds great."

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Viggo decided that this must all be a nightmare. He was finally almost able to work up the courage to kiss his Orlando's sweet lips; and out of nowhere, the young man's sister, Sam, showed up with her boyfriend. Now, all the romance in the air had dissipated; the siblings were so busy chatting about how yummy Karl Urban was that both Viggo and Sam's boyfriend were neglected. Didn't Orli and Sam gush about the ‘hunky actor' all the time at home already? Why did they have to do it here and now?

"Oh, you know that the AIDS Research Foundation is having a charity drive, right? Guess what the first prize of the raffle is?" asked Sam very excitedly.

"What?"

"A Date with Karl Urban!"

"Oh god, that's just so very sweet of him to donate his time like that!"

Viggo rolled his eyes at the siblings, not that either noticed his gesture. "So, how much money are they trying to swindle from Karl's innocent fans?"

"It's only $100 per ticket, and it's for a great cause, Vig," replied Sam, annoyance clear in her voice. She hated it when people slighted her idol. "I got mine the first thing in the morning over the Internet today."

Orlando sighed sadly before turning liquid puppy eyes on his sister. "If only I have $100 to spare!"

If there was one thing Viggo couldn't bear, it was seeing Orlando unhappy. He hated the idea of the youth going on a date on anyone else other than himself, but the chances of Orlando winning the raffle was practically zero. He might as well let the young man have an ‘advance' to buy that extravagant raffle ticket. He knew such a sweet gesture would earn him some ‘points' in Orli's heart. "I guess I can give you half of your salary in advance..."

Before Viggo could finish his sentence, he was silenced by a ‘flying Orli hug'. Grinning ear to ear, the artist decided that having the youth's arms wrapped around him was worth the minute chance of his assistant winning a date with Karl Urban.

"You're the best," Viggo heard Orlando breathed against his shoulder. Oooh, that felt so nice... he could imagine how perfect it would be to have the dark-haired beauty's breathe elsewhere, in more intimate places.

Feeling his manhood stirred in excitement, the artist reluctantly let Orlando go. He didn't want the youth to know of his desires until he got a chance to confess his feelings. "I know, kiddo, I know," Viggo said with a mischievous smile. Pulling two wrinkled hundreds out of his wallet, he added, "Guess we best get you somewhere you can get your raffle ticket then."

Orlando beamed at Viggo before bidding his sister and her boyfriend good-bye. As they drove off to the youth's home, the artist knew he would be praying everyday for the next few weeks. It's hard enough trying to find a way to tell Orlando he loved him without the added distraction of a real-life Karl Urban; he didn't know what he'd do if the youth won.

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