Re-edited Sept. 30 2012
Chapter 3
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John: Hey girl, how ya doing? Lana right?
Wannabe Diva: yup I'm fine, you?
John: Not too bad. Just wanted to talk to you a bit more and get to know the girl who my boy seems so interested in.
Wannabe Diva: What is his fascination with me anyway?
John: Is this unwanted attention?
Wannabe Diva: Never said that, just wanna know why he is so fascinated with me.
John: You're different.
Wannabe Diva: -raises eyebrow- how so?
John: He says you don't talk to him like he's famous and some sex icon. You talk to him like he's a person.
Wannabe Diva: Well he is, isn't he?
John: Yeah but at shows, appearances, even on here, none of us are treated like that.
Wannabe Diva: So because I don't fawn all over you guys and giggle like some stupid fangirl who would drop her panties with one look from one of you guys, he likes me?
John: I do enjoy how you word it but it's not just that, perhaps you should be talking to him about it.
Well gee wasn't I already talking to him? It is the same person is it not? Oh yeah I gotta play along. Wouldn't wanna ruin their little game. Okay it could be the drugs talking but I think I was finding all this to be a little annoying… I knew they were fake, they knew they were fake, should I really break their little hearts and tell them I know?
My messenger beeped saying a new contact came online. I looked, and yeah my eyes pretty much bugged out. I quickly checked to make sure I was not seeing things but at that moment I received two messages.
John: he's online I guess you can ask him now.
Randy: hey Lans…how you doing sweetheart?
I looked between the two messenger windows in confusion trying to find a viable excuse in my head. Okay either this guy had 2 computers or they were in fact 2 different people. I told Randy to hold on one minute and went back to my conversation with John.
Wannabe Diva: Did you tell him I was on again?
John: yes we just happened to be talking on the phone. Let him know you were online. So now you can ask him.
Wannabe Diva: Ask him what?
John: about his fascination with you…
Wannabe Diva: Are you on crack? How about… No?
John: Why?
Wannabe Diva: you don't go up to ppl and ask why they like you…
John: Do it, tell me how it goes.. I'll ttyl…and he's right Lana. You are pretty cool to talk to.
I rolled my eyes as he signed out. What the hell kind of game were they playing at here? What if I was some fan who just didn't get the concept that they were imposters. God they could be messing with my emotions and who'll end up hurt in all this? Me. That's who, I mean if I didn't know they were fake. But I do know… right?
Randy: Sweetheart you gone?
Wannabe Diva: No I was just saying good bye to John.
Randy: You passed up talking to me so you could talk to him? I'm hurt.
Wannabe Diva: -Smirks- Jealous?
Randy: Oh Look at who's smirking now and why would I be jealous?
Wannabe Diva: I dunno you tell me.
Randy: tell you what?
Oh god dare I? hmmm Perhaps I could ask him and blame the drugs. But wait he doesn't know there are drugs involved but, if it all blows up in my face I could play dumb after and say that there are meds I'm on for a cold. That would work. Wait a sec, why do I care again? Hello, Lana? Imposters? Does that ring a bell? Maybe the drugs were getting to me.
Randy: Did I lose you again Sweetheart?
Wannabe Diva: Nah, just thinking.
Randy: What about?
Wannabe Diva: Something John said.
Randy: What did he say? Did he upset you?
Wannabe Diva: Calmness boy, he didn't say anything, well he did but nothing that upset me.
Randy: Well…?
Wannabe Diva: He says you're interested in me….
I waited and waited with no reply back.
Wannabe Diva: Randy?
Randy: Sorry sweetheart, I was just on the phone... with John…
Wannabe Diva: Why?
Randy: Cuz I told him to keep his mouth shut.
Wannabe Diva: What are we, in high school? Are you interested in me or not, and why?
Randy: I love talking to you… You're not like other people... who else would say what you just did… the whole high school thing and the bluntness. No one talks to me like that.
Wannabe Diva: I'm mean and blunt so you like me.
Randy: No, look this is coming out all wrong…
Wannabe Diva: -raises eyebrow- you think… ok before you say anything else.. Your interest in me is really sweet, but I don't think it's real or even possible.
Randy: Why would you say that?
Wannabe Diva: Why would you say you're interested in me?
Randy: Because I love talking to you. You talk to me like I'm a real person. You're funny, and charming and I find you absolutely adorable…
Oh god this cannot be happening. No no no…. now what the hell was I going to do? Hello, does he not know this won't work? Does he think some kind of relationship would even be plausible? Oh yes I'm going to fall for him online to the point where I will be able to see past what a liar he was annd forget that he was pretending to be someone he wasn't. Yes, now there was a healthy relationship.
Wannabe Diva: You don't even know me. You've never met me.
Randy: but I wouldn't mind getting to know you.
Wannabe Diva: Stop it, you're talking crazy talk.
Randy: Why? Look all I'm asking is for a chance to get to know you better. I'm not asking you to marry me, or hell, even go out with me. I'm just asking to get to know you better.
Wannabe Diva: And you plan on doing that how exactly?
Randy: exactly what we're doing now, and if I ever have an appearance up there, or a show, maybe hanging out. Is that too much to ask?
An appearance or show? Seriously? Who was he kidding? I can see right now how that will go. There I am waiting in line at a signing waiting and waiting then, oh here I am at the front of the line with Randy in front of me.
"Hey Randy."
"Hi." He says as he signs my picture.
"Randy, it's me Lana."
He pauses as he looks up at me, recognition not shining in his eyes at all.
"Well hello Lana, it's nice to meet you."
"No Randy, it's me Lana. Remember? We talk online all the time."
"When would I have time to talk online?" The real Randy asks me as I walk away a crestfallen look on my face as I look like a complete idiot to every single person in line who was laughing at me as well as the real Randy Orton. Genius.
Wannabe Diva: oh geez….
Randy: What?
Wannabe Diva: Nothing, I'm thinking….
Randy: About what?
Wannabe Diva: Nothing… gotta go.
Randy: lana, please don't do this, just talk to me…
I nervously chewed my lip. See I enjoyed talking to them it was fun and like I've said it's great being in my own little fantasy world. One where I'm not the little bald cancer girl but Lana, I can be whoever I want to be. I could say whatever I wanted to say… not that I did, I just held stuff back.
Wannabe Diva: Randy, what's my last name? my age? Where do I live? What's my favorite color? How tall am I? Besides the pic of my face what do I look like? DO I have any siblings? Can you answer me any of these questions?
Randy: Your name is Lana Mitchell, your 22, you live in BC though I don't know what city. That's all I can answer, that's all you've put down in your profile but that's why I want to get to know you better.
Wannabe Diva: Then how can you say your interest in me is valid.
Randy: Lana, it's just that interest. Why are you making this so difficult?
Wannabe Diva: If I could explain I would but I can't and I gotta go…. Good-bye Randy.
I quickly signed off and laid down on my bed staring up at the ceiling. This make believe stuff was starting to become all too real.
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Guess what time it is everybody. Yup it was about that time again. Another awesome bout of fun filled Chemotherapy that has left me retching, weak, and just wanting to be put out of my misery. I never understood why something that is supposed to make you feel a lot better makes you feel a whole lot worse before you get better, if it even works at all. There was always that chance that my body wouldn't react to the Chemo. There's always that chance. There were other options but Chemo is your best chance first and foremost.
Coming home from Chemo, I of course was weak as a newborn so was bed ridden for a while. One of those days happening to be a Monday. And we all know what that means right? RAW baby. I was so not missing out on my wrestling. I had some catching up to do.
Okay so the catching up part didn't work so well on account of me drifting in and out of sleep. I woke up at one part just as Kurt Angle came out. A new ECW draftee from what I learned and he was issuing an open invitation for anyone for the One Night Stand PPV. Since Edge and Mick were out there with him I assumed it would be one of them. But no, the crowd noise changed and I gasped as I sat up and looked behind Kurt. Lo and behold but who was jumping in the ring but the Legend Killer himself, Randy Orton. He was back, oh my god he was back. If I had the energy I would've been jumping up and down, screaming. God how I've missed him. The real him. I must've let out some kind of celebratory noise because my door was pushed open and my mom rushed in.
"What's wrong?" She cried looking panicked.
Did I mention my mom was very protective of me now?
"Nothing." I said, looking back to the TV. "Randy Orton is back."
"Randy? That boy you were talking to online?"
I rolled my eyes "no mom. Randy Orton is a wrestler, online Randy is an imposter. But can I have my laptop?"
"Are you okay to go on it?" She asked eyeing me nervously.
"Yes it'll only be for a minute." I assured her.
She handed it to me and hovered over me while I turned it on, only leaving when I sent her a pointed look.
I know this is hard to believe but I had messages when I went online.
Randy: Please Lana don't leave-Okay your gone. Why did I scare you so much? Is it that bad wanting to get to know you? Can you please just talk to me?
Randy: sweetheart have you even come online yet?
Randy: Either you're really mad or you pulled your disappearing act again. Where do you go? I just really hope you're not mad.
John: Hey girl. Randy wants to know if you're mad at him. if you're not talking to him at least let me know.
Trish: Hey Lana, Randy is getting me to try now and see if you're okay.
Randy: What's going on? Can you at least tell me if you're not talking to me?
Wow everyone was involved now. At least I wouldn't have to talk to them, they were all at Raw.
Wannabe Diva: Randy I am still talking to you I just had some personal problems to deal with. Sorry to freak you out. Please tell both John and Trish that I'm okay as well and thanks for their concern even if they were just checking for you…and I can't believe you're on Raw and you didn't even message that part to me ;p
How far was this guy willing to take it, how far was I?
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"Princess? You're messenger is going off again." My mom said coming into my room with my laptop. "It's that Randy boy again."
I lifted my head, motioning for my laptop which she placed in front of me.
Randy: Sorry babe. It was a last minute decision by management. They've decided I've done the time and would like to see the match between Kurt and I before he becomes exclusive ECW.
"Are you okay to type, Princess?"
I nodded at my mom. "I'm a bit slow but I should be okay, I'll call you when I'm done."
She nodded leaving the room and I typed out a slow reply, writing that reply back yesterday had taken a good long while and this one was pretty slow too, despite the shortness of it.
Wannabe Diva: Glad you're back.
Randy: Glad I'm back? What about you, you're the one who disappeared.
Wannabe Diva: Happens sometimes.
Randy: You okay sweetheart? I missed you and was worried.
Wannabe Diva: Don't worry bout me.
Randy: You're talking, or rather, typing funny.
Wannabe Diva: Sry, sick, I'm weak. Can't talk long.
Randy: You sure that's not just a way to avoid me.
Wannabe Diva: No, talking to you now.
Randy: true. You sure you're not mad at me.
Wannabe Diva: Ya.
Randy: Just making sure. You get well and when you wanna talk I'm here… kind of… Watch on Wednesday?
Wannabe Diva: ?
Randy: WWE vs. ECW the special?
Wannabe Diva: Oh forgot. K will watch. Need to sleep.
Randy: Yeah get some rest and get better. I'll talk to you when you're feeling well. –hugs-
Wannabe Diva: Thanks, bye.
Why did you do that Lana? Why are you still talking to him? Why are you making everything worse? And why are you talking about yourself in third person in your own head. Just goes to show I'm losing my mind.