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:
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 its own.
I'm freaked out of my socks.
I'm going nucking futs.
I'm crazy.
I'm delusional.
I'm in shock.
Oh no…
I'm awake.
Chapter Three:
Pinch me…
Pinch me…
Slap me with a spoon…
Make that a shovel…
I need blue love…
No…
I am sane…
Gooshfalaba… (Remember Anger Management?)
Breathe in…
Breathe out…
Oh my god, I can't breathe!
Calm down…
I stood up from the couch as I told myself about how I needed glasses and a psychiatrist…badly.
Trust me, I really needed one.
I dried up my pillows and tried drying up the floor. I also wiped the poster and got in bed after two hours of drying.
I was already in my tank and shorts when I came out of the bathroom. I looked around for anything out of my point of view on ordinary. I walked over to my desk slowly and calmly. As I stood beside my desk casually, I started to attack it, looking for a sign. I didn't find a card. No pen or paper out of place. Then with that, I thought that it was all over. I sighed and said to myself out loud, "Even though it's over, I know, I'll miss it somehow."
I didn't know if the tone made it sound like I was trying to hint something. I just thought out loud. Then with that, I got in bed and closed the lights. I stared at the ceiling, hoping it would help me sleep. Soon, my eyes got heavy and I was on a round trip to La-La Land.
My eyes were closed, but I was aware of everything around me. I felt someone crawl into my bed. For some reason, I also felt that person put on the blanket. As the person settled beside me, I moved my hand slowly, little by little to try and reach the light switch of my bed side lamp. My index finger started to feel the switch. But my "turn-on-the-light-to-see-the-person-on-my-bed-side" idea was interrupted by a firm grip that stopped my hand by my wrist. I stopped dead. My whole body didn't move. The weight on the right side of the bed was gone. I looked up and saw a silhouette of a guy. I stared for what seemed like forever. I wanted to know who he was. I needed to know who he was. "Who are you?" I managed to say out of the fear that overcame me.
His left hand, which wasn't the hand that was killing my left hand, took out a flashlight and pointed it at the poster.
It was blank.
"No." I whispered to myself
His silhouette nodded and my stomach turned and my heart pulse rose to 600 pulses a second. There was now a lump in my throat. He didn't speak. He merely came closer and closer as my head sank deeper and deeper into the pillow.
Not that a girl would dare to hesitate an open mouth session from Randall Keith Orton, I just didn't know if it was really him.
I started to feel his breath against my face. He was really close. I loved what I smelled from there, I smelled OBSESSION, Randy's cologne. But I shook my head. It can't be him. I turned my head to the right and he just whispered in my ear, in a very seductive whisper, "There is no reason for you not to smile."
Whilst my fear added the need of my health insurance; that was the sweetest thing I have ever heard from anyone.
My tension came down, but my heart rate didn't change. He moved away from me and let go of my hand.
Was it over?
Was that really him?
Was it really his face that was lees than two inches away from mine?
Well, I wouldn't really know. I wasn't too big a fan that time. I was just a fan of his fine behind. Now, I guess things are starting to change. And it isn't only my mind.
I turned to my right and tried to sleep.
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.
I thought that it all must've been a hoax…
I thought someone was playing a trick on me…
I especially was in the deepest state of confusion.
I once again tried to sleep, but this time, with the now warm pillow in my arms.
Part of me believed it. Part of me doubted it. Part of me thought of it as nonsense. Part of me…KNEW it was him.
I didn't know which one to believe.
I'm just hoping that tomorrow night, it happens again…because I've never felt an adrenalin rush like this before. I was new to all this. I was new to this world you all call…REALITY. Especially due to the fact that, I've taken a long vacation from it, and now, I guess, it's time to face it.
Authors Note: Please Review! Omg! Thanks so much for the enormous amount of reviews…I am flattered so much, a can fit under a door. Thanks so much…oh look…I CAN fit under the door. See? I'm in the room, now I'm out of the room, I'm in the room, now I'm out of the room. This is so cool...Ü
Sneak Peek on Chapter Four:
I turn the lights on in my room and stood in shock. I slapped my face once. Yup, I was awake. He was here. I just know it.