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.
Author's Note: To my dismay, I have gotten a blood count whereas I was told that I had passive dengue. But it's almost over and the prayers I received from my classmates and family has been great and I'm turning out to be just fine. Finally, I was able to use the computer due to the fact that I wasn't able to before. I only had thirty minutes at the most to use the computer, but thank God that a solution was dug up. I do hope that you will enjoy this chapter. It's 7:51 in the morning and I am not attending classes today due to the fact that I have a doctors appointment in a few. I also know that it will be somewhat useless to go to school today since classes end at 10:45 a.m. since the exams are coming up. Tomorrow will be my math exam and I am hoping for the best results since I am not exactly known to be a math wizard. All I can do now is study hard, pray hard, work hard and hope for the best. Thank you very much for your time. I remain, very truly yours, miss-ed606.
Previously:
I looked at Randy's poster. I slowly and gently took it off the wall. I put it back in it's frame. And hung it where the painting of the "purple lady" stayed. I smiled and sighed…in a good way. There's nothing I gotta worry about anymore. "He's" already here; he always has and he always will be.
Trust me, I still slap myself in the face.
Chapter Ten:
It was seven thirty. I was all set to go. Randy made an on the spot change and told me to dress semi-formally. (If that is a word)
I put on a pair of ---who cares what I'm wearing? Just as long as you know i'm not naked, then good for me.
Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I inhaled and opened the door.
"Hey Randy." I said as I let him in.
He kissed me on the forehead and entered the condo.
"So, where are you taking us?" I asked as I closed the door.
"Somewhere," he answered plainly
"Are you okay?" I asked him. I mean, he was pretty serious
"I'm great. I just don't know if you'd really like where I'll be taking you." He said unsure
"Wow. Randy Orton, the ladies' man, is not sure if I'll like where he'll be taking me? That's a first. You're usually so cocky." I said taking my wallet from the kitchen counter.
"Brooke, that's the on-screen Randy Orton. The backstage Randy Orton is more quiet and unsure about the twists and turns life will hand him." He said this in a way that made me laugh hysterically. I was gonna fart.
"Right…" I said as I forced this out of laughter.
"Ok. We're late." He said as he came towards me and carried me till we got to the elevator.
He was quite the charmer if you ask me. His silence will leave you stunned, but his sweetness is such a turn-on. Not to mention, that he's a bit more of an pessimist in real life. But he'll always bring the glow back to your face.
Sure, he had the bad boy charm.
But he told me that he got over that bad boy thing when Evolution tried killing him.
"So, you mean it's not a fake, on-screen thing? You really have a rivalry with the three?" I asked him as we entered his convertible silver Porsche™
"Yup. They really hate me. For some odd reason, it pisses me off."
"Along with the other men in the locker room…oh yeah…I would agree." I said putting on my seatbelt as he walked over to the drivers seat.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked me as he started the car and placed hi seatbelt too.
"Let's just say, for someone with good looks, your brain can register pretty slowly." I said giggling unaware of the fact that he was just looking at me like I was a ghost.
Randy's POV:
Well at least she doesn't look like she's scared of me. At least she's smiling.
I know it may sound cheesy; but her eyes look like pools of calm water and her smile is so irresistible.
It's the only real smile I have ever seen.
It's not like those malicious smiles I get from most girls. This one's real.
This one's the smile I want.
Now, Orton, don't get too addicted. It isn't good for you.
The last time you got addicted to a girl, you spent $5000 on the first date and $6000 worth of jewelry and she dumped you for Dave.
That sucked.
She sucked.
Dave sucked, still sucks and always will suck to the bone.
She wasn't worth it.
That's another lesson in my life.
Maybe I should just keep my eyes on the road.
End of POV
"Randy, can you please tell me where we're going?" I asked him. I need to know. I really did.
If I didn't I'd probably die of suspense.
"I'm dying, Randy." I said faking a choke
"Brooklyn, the only way you'll feel like dying is if you were in bed with Dave and he was on top of you. Now that's what I call instant and utter death. Via Dave the Barbarian." Randy said
That's it, my stomach started having a Royal Rumble of it's own. One more wrestler over the top rope and you'll hear the bell ring…and I mean, ring.
In other words, fart.
I contained myself.
Thank God.
As we got to the location, I looked around.
We were at a club called "Vivid".
When we entered, the place was the opposite of it's name.
I couldn't see a silhouette or two…not even my own hand before my face.
Why is it always so dark whenever Randy's around?
I just wonder what the meaning of all this is.
As I held onto Randy's hand on our way to a booth, I looked up and saw a bunch of silhouettes calling Randy from the balcony booth. Which was big.
And I mean BIG.
I continued to hold onto him as he helped me find my way through a group of exuberant dancing female strippers.
Wow, this was a great place for a date.
It was definitely someplace Randy and I would be able to stare into each others' eyes for a straight fifteen seconds or two.
But to my surprise, he didn't look at any of them.
Every time was passed the dancers, he asked me if I was doing okay.
Well, I guess he's better than I thought he would be.
But thing is, I was afraid to have my heart broken, so I didn't make any assumptions.
With that, we got upstairs in one piece…make that two pieces since there were two of us.
"Randy, is that---"
"Yup." He replied smiling at me
I was star struck.
I was now looking at a bunch of people I never really expected.
I stood there.
I just stood there.
No reaction whatsoever.
I was just stunned.
I was looking at Chris Jericho, Maven and Chris Benoit.
Wow.
I just stood there, once again, an emotionless face.
"Randy are they…uh…are you sure I'm standing at least within fifty feet of them?" I said unaware that Jericho heard me
"Yes you are, little missy. Why don't you sit down? Order something. Our treat." Jericho said shaking my hand.
"No, it's okay." I replied
"No, we insist." Benoit said as Maven started called a waitress.
They were all so extremely nice and I was plainly stunned, still.
Randy was just sitting there quietly as I continued conversing with his three comrades.
"Are you okay?" I asked him as I leaned back and looked up at him
"That's the second time today that you asked me that question." He said
"Well, it won't hurt if I found out. Would it?"
"No. But it's just one of those days I get when I just need to stare into space and ponder."
"No. You're pooping." I said
"Anyway, I'll just go to the loo. Do you mind?" He asked me
"Nope. Not at all. I'll see you back here in a few, okay?"
"Okay." He said as he kissed me on the forehead again
Little did I know, much more happened than just a visit to the bathroom.
It was something unexpected.
What can I say?
Life hands you lemons, squeeze it.
Is that really the saying?
End of Chapter Ten
Sneak Peek:
"I can't believe you!" I screamed
"It wasn't on purpose. I didn't intentionally---" Randy tried explaining as I interrupted him
"Intentionally, my backside! I'm going home."
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