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:
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.
Author's Note: Before I begin Chapter four…where some surprising things might happen, there's one question that's been messing up my thoughts while I was writing…Should Randy be real? Or should Brooklyn (the girl who's practically nuts) just wake up from a dream that lasted too long and felt too real to be a dream? I was just thinking. But I was also thinking of a sequel…I never really tried a sequel before. I guess I should…but what I do know is that I am highly excited to write this chapter…for some odd reason. Well, on we go…with chapter four…dedicated to those who went to the ICU of suspension (like TeamExtremeGurl…LOL).---(btw…I wasn't offended…it was actually funny) By the way…this chapter would have a teeny bit of R content…so close your eyes when needed…I am sooo tempted to!
Chapter Four: (For TeamExtremeGurl)
Randall Keith Orton…
A name so deadly…
So lethal…
So poisoning to one's mouth…
So electrifying…
So…
So…
So sexy…
No! What am I saying? I must be delusional again… I was definitely imagining things. I was…I had to…why have I not convinced myself yet?
With that, I entered my condo and walked to my room.
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.
What did I do to deserve this?
Yet, I thought of how glad I am that he was here.
Slap me again…please?
I need it.
Then I went to my bed and held up a "Randy Orton; Legend Killer Tour" shirt that laid on my bed. Omigosh! He's undressed!
Now if I was a wrestler and I got undressed, where would I go?
Aha!
Bathroom!
I ran to the bathroom and opened it.
I thought I had finally caught him. I was wrong.
No one.
Then all the lights in my condo went off. I felt walls to get a switch.
I finally felt the switch, but once again, like before, I felt a hand firmly grasp mine.
I stopped dead.
"Who are you?" I asked again, partially knowing who it was, but still wasn't sure.
All my thoughts escaped my head. My body, now numb.
He slowly and gently put his hands on my waist and gently pushed me against the wall.
I saw nothing. Not even his silhouette. His perfectly chiseled and washboard abs pressed against my torso.
I felt the distance between our faces closing in.
Soon, his lips were now less than a centimeter away from mine.
His hands now stroking my hair and the other cupping my cheek.
I knew what he was to do.
"It's me." He said seductively. Leaving me there to yearn for his lips to come just a bit closer.
He slowly and gently moved away tucking my hair behind my ear and letting his hand slide down my left arm. As I practically shivered my shoes off, he left. Leaving me to sit there and feel his breathe again against my lips. He left me there to yearn for more. I know he'll be back. I just know it.
I just don't know when.
End of Chapter Four
Please Review!
Sneak Peek on Chapter Five:
Once again, the lights all went off. This time, dead silence accompanied it. Deafening silence.