Chapter 7: Whoa!

I felt someone gently prod me. I let out a moan. "Ow..". "All I did was poke you," someone said. I couldn't quite make out who it was. I saw the curly blonde hair, quite a big chin and a tall body.

"Adam?" I asked. "Why are you here?" I said, sounding like I was tired, but I was in pain. "You got struck by lightning!" he replied. "Since when?" "Since 10 minutes ago,".

"No no, 10 minutes ago I was being mistook for Randy's wife," I replied. "No, Randy's wife is here, she wants to thank you for bringing him here," Adam told me.

"Some thanks I got," I replied. Adam brushed my hair from my face. "Do you feel any better?" he asked. "Oh yeah I feel fine. So fine I feel like going to ride a pony through the beautiful meadows of my dreams!" I replied sarcastically. "How do you think I feel?! Ow, it hurts when I shout,"

"I don't exactly know what to do in my life do I? I don't know if I love the man I'm married to or the man…well you know. I just have no idea," I continued. 2 doctors came in, it was Hunter and Shawn again.

"Guys, you look really silly like that," Adam let out a little chuckle. "Yeah, I know," Shawn replied. "How are you Melissa?" Hunter said through his phone. "Melissa?" Adam and I said in unison.

"Probably a girl he met last night," Shawn replied, ashamed of his best friend.

"Yeah…right?…I'm with a patient now…Yes I am Triple H…I'm not a doctor…she's my friend…she has her own husband…I cant answer that…well yes but come on…NO!…I know I said yes but…ok...bye," Hunter said. We all stared at him. "She was asking me some difficult questions!" he replied.

Shawn gave him a look. "I'll tell you in private," they walked off.

"Finally, we're on our own," Adam sighed. "What's that meant to mean?" I asked, moving away from him. "I don't mean it like that," he replied. "I'm cold," I said. "I have to go now, see you later," he kissed me on my forehead and left.

Even though it was just a little peck, and I've kissed him many times before, that kiss sent tingles down my body. It was like a first time thing. I don't know why. It just felt like that, like the first time I kissed him.

I began to dream. Dream of a world where I didn't have to go through problems like this. A world where I only loved one person, and the person I want to love, not the one who made me love them. A world where I wasn't caught up with having to choose between 2 people. Wanting to make the right decision but dreaming of the wrong one. Life is too hard.

Randy walked in. "Feeling better?" he asked. "Don't try and sweet talk me," I said, putting the pillow over my head. "Incase you haven't noticed, you are the one who put me here!"

"I'm not the one who cant dodge a mop and a bucket!" I shot back. He looked at me as if I thought I was some smart kid. "Don't look at me like that!" I ordered.

"You really are pathetic!" he shouted and turned to walk off. I got up and turned him round. "Me? Pathetic? Why don't you look in the mirror, think about what you have accomplished in your life and then tell me who is pathetic!" I shouted, holding my hand on my head because it hurt to shout.

"Fine, I will, but I'll have results!" he walked off.

Later on that day, I walked into Randy's room, we had to go over some lines.

"You know I hate this thing, right?" I asked. I flipped through then went back to page 1.

I sat down on a chair, with my head in my hands, in position. I waited for a few minutes then turned around. "You can start you know," I said. "But who is going to say action?" he asked stupidly. "Action!" I shouted, angrily.

After Charlie Haas had finished impersonating The Rock, the camera turned to me. I heard cheers throughout the crowd.

I had my head in my hands.

"Hey Sky," Randy said, sitting on the bench. "What's up?" he asked.

I sighed. "I'm just a bit worried about my match against Beth," I admitted. "What? You beat her at No Mercy in a Hell In A Cell match! You don't have to be worried!" he moved my hair out of my face.

"You don't remember last week? I got attacked by her, I don't even know how but I ended up back in my room," I said. Randy looked down at his feet. "Did I see something wrong?" I asked.

"No, no. I have to go Sky, bye," he rushed out of the door.

I gave a confused face and the camera went black. Randy came back in.

"How did you make yourself blush?" I asked, surprised at his good acting skills.

"Oh, you know…years of acting experience…" he seemed nervous.

"Why are you so nervous?" I asked. He brushed his hand through his hair.

"This is a Randy Orton I never thought I would ever see," I said. He got up and left without warning.