Love on a Wall
Miss-ed606 (evildiva606)
Disclaimer: I only own the new characters and places and you know what the WWE owns what the wrestlers own and what Vince McMahon owns. I am simply writing out of my imagination.
Remember: This story has no draft. It is on the spot and I have no idea how this will turn out. Bear with me...Please...
Note: Once again…it is an impromptu story and bear with me also due to the fact that I am 13…
Summary: Can posters really see what we do? Are their eyes really watching us? Or are they just part of the decoration? Well, I have a poster of Randy Orton...and some strange things have been happening.
Previously:
When I got back home, I entered my room. I stopped in the doorway. The room was dark. I opened the light and there, a rose lied on my bed with a card. I read the card. I'll always be with you. I looked at Randy's poster, his smile, now a sexy smirk.
This definitely meant something else. And it was something you couldn't just shake off. This was absolutely creepy. It was impossible…can it be? Nah…it can't…but…you'll never know.
Chapter Two:
Dear god, I needed a vacation…badly. I wanted to take off for the weekend, but somehow something stopped me. I still needed that vacation…school work…the poster and some other family problems are in the way. So, I do, I need this vacation.
I took my luggage and started packing. After that, I looked for my passport.
I couldn't find it.
I just placed it in my side table drawer yesterday morning. Why don't I have it? I continued to search for it. After 15 minutes, which seemed like forever, I sat down on the foot of the bed. "Well, I guess I'll just cancel the trip." I told myself.
And with that, I fell tiredly onto the neat bed, as my ear hit something. Still lying down, I took that thing behind my ear and saw that I was now holding the passport. Where did it come from?
"I must be delusional." I thought out loud.
I looked at Randy's poster…
"Nope…impossible." I thought again…
But then, somehow, it was possible. There were several articles that I read on the internet where people said that their photo's came to life, trying to tell them something.
But I shouldn't believe it. That site must've been a hoax.
Yet, I have a bit of doubt still lingering in my head. Could it really be possible?
As I continue arguing with myself in my head, I sit up on the bed with the passport still in my hand.
I must be imagining things. I mean, I hardly have much proof that this was happening.
I continued, once again, as the argument in my head turns into a controversial bitch fit between the paranormal side of me and the side of me that is still sane and in touch with reality. And the one in touch with reality was in a Martha Stewart situation now; except, the one in touch with reality, doesn't have taxes. Well, that's what Martha thought.
My stomach now felt like the wheel in Greek mythology whereas the guy was punished by being stuck on a wheel and it turns and turns and turns and never stops. I think his name was Ixon or Ixel…whatever…it just started with the letter "I".
Good god, I really did need that vacation.
I took back what I said about canceling that trip; I am leaving for a week. I didn't need a paranormal side added to my obituary when I die. I just wanted to live a normal life. I just wanted to relax.
It was Wednesday morning and I was now leaving for a week in Hawaii. I already put my bags out in the living room last night.
I stupidly thought that if I left the lights on as I left the room that morning; the Randy in the poster would come out and give me an RKO. Not like I wouldn't be honored to receive one, but I would highly be traumatized.
I continued…I was already dressed and was sleeping in my jeans that night. I crept out of bed in my Chucks already. I tip-toed slowly towards the door; then to my utter fear, the lights went on.
"Shit." I thought as I stood up straight.
I turned to Randy's poster. His face now had a different expression.
"Oh for the love of god." I said seeing his puppy-dog eyes and his pout. What the hell?
I turned the lights off and pretended nothing happened.
I got to the airport; with that thought still in my head, I entered the plane. I was supposed to be excited to leave, but now, I felt as if something was wrong. I felt a sense of loss. I missed something or someone. I just didn't know who or what. Well, good luck to me, I'll need it.
It was already a week and I arrived later than scheduled. I arrived three hours late. Not like that mattered.
I caught a taxi to my hotel and felt my stomach twist. For some reason, I felt like jumping for joy. I felt somewhat excited for something.
When I got to my condo, as in inside my condo, I entered my room and opened the lights. The turning of my stomach stopped. Weird.
I dropped my bags in shock.
My pillow was somewhat…well…wet.
I saw parts of my carpet also wet. It all led to the poster. I looked at it and it was shinier than before. I slowly reached for it and felt the eyes of Randy in the poster. It was wet.
Was he crying?
With that, I slowly walked backwards in shock. This was NOT happening. Someone is setting me up!
I ran to my desk and sat down. I picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. I wanted to know if their security was really effective. I mean, if it was, then no one would have entered the room.
"State Condominiums, this is Kelly, may I please know who's on the line?" stated the perky lady in the front desk
"Hello?" Kelly continued as I stared into the card on my desk.
I held it up. I put down the phone and read the card over and over again. It had one drop of water, or should I say, tear, at the bottom.
It read; "I missed you. Where'd you go?"
I think it was time for another vacation already. This time it involves the FBI, a change of name, address and identity, liposuction, breast implants and a nose job. And also the cremation of this poster, if that's possible. No…wait…cremation's for dead people. I should just throw it in the fireplace.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's an authentic autographed Randall Keith Orton poster! That's practically the closest I'd ever be to him.
So technically, I was caught in the middle. I had to live with it. I had to get used to it. It's now gonna be a part of my lifestyle.
sigh
I went to the living room and turned on the television. I saw that Raw was up next. As the endless commercials went on, I entered the kitchen and fixed up a snack. I heard the entrance music…MOVE TO THE MUISC, YEAH…THE MUSIC…MOVE TO THE MUSIC, YEAH!
I hurriedly ran to the couch and jumped on it from behind with the Mars bar in my hand and the Diet Dr. Pepper. (I love Mars and Dr. Pepper! Even though Randy says "THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR YOU TO EAT JUNK FOOD!" …it's true…he does say that…he only ever eats sushi and olive garden food. Well, I am a sushi obsessed fan, but I haven't tasted Olive Garden yet.)— (LOL…obsessed…)
And now, the most beautiful sound echoed through my entire living room.
SOUND OF AN AMP BEING ADJUSTED HEY! DRUM AND GUITAR RIFFS HEY! THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN SAY! THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN CHANGE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME! NOW IT'S MY TIME TO SHINE! NOW I'M GONNA TAKE WHAT'S MINE! HEY!
Ooohhh…I'm getting horny at the sight of him…Well, isn't that what you guys would feel?
Never mind.
I watched him go on with his match. Then with that, I forgot that I already saw this episode, so I pressed the red button on the remote control and the tv didn't go off. I must've pressed it twice, by accident.
I pressed it again and it didn't close. So, I crawled to the tv and pressed the big button on the monitor. It didn't budge. Then as Randy came up the steps, he came close to the camera and looked straight into it as he shook his head and mouthed out the words, "Not yet."
My hair stood up and electricity went up my spine.
WHY AM I NOT AWAKE YET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
And my even bigger problem was that J.R. and King didn't even comment about it? Why didn't they talk about it? Holy crap…I was delusional. So, I just watched the match in complete and utter shock.
When his match finished, the television went off on it's own.
I am freaked out of my socks.
I am going nucking futs.
I am crazy.
I am delusional.
I am in shock.
Oh no…
I am awake.
Authors Note: Please Review…I need them…
I'd like to thank my first reviewers. I was absolutely flattered and I turned red. Thank you so much to Ana Michelle, lunacy4ever, viper-sa and Jeff's favourite skittle.
Here's a sneak peek on the third chapter:
My bed felt warm. I looked at that warm spot and saw that someone had laid there that night.
It's been happening for several nights now. And I somehow got used to it. But I didn't realize who it was.