Re-edited Oct. 1, 2012

Chapter 7:

… … …

"What about my dreams?" I practically screeched.

"Calm down, Lana." Danni tried to soothe me, but I couldn't be calmed.

"Tell me they were dreams, please, Danni, please." I begged her, not wanting to think that even one of them could be real.

She hesitated, looking away before answering. "They were both dreams, Lana, nothing to worry about, but that's not going to stop you from going tonight. You have to go."

"I'm so scared." I muttered.

"What do you have to be scared about?"

I sighed. "The first one was a dream I get that but the second one seemed so real. We were at Walmart and he knew me, he recognized me."

"How would Randy Orton know you?" Danni asked, sounding strained, but I didn't pay much attention, lost in my own world.

"He doesn't know me, I just dreamed he did. The Randy Orton I was on messenger with, the imposter, in my dreams it was the real Randy Orton, and he recognized my picture and name."

"So because of a dream you want to skip out on tonight?" Danni asked in disbelief. "A little harsh don't you think, Lan?"

"I just- I can't risk it. What if it really is him?"

"So?" Danni asked. "Randy seems really interested in you, why is that so bad?"

I looked up at her, my eyes narrowing. "What do you mean he seems really interested in me."

"I-I just umm meant that when you talked about him back when you talked to him online he seemed umm… interested in you."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I never talked about him with you or to anyone, Danni. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No." She muttered not meeting my eyes. "Just get your ass ready so we can go, Auntie Kim will be home soon to take us."

She left my room and I slowly got up, wondering why she was acting so weird. And how I had slept all morning? I guess all the excitement of yesterday was too much and I was extra tired. Unless….

I sat down on the bed, staring at my black pants and green shirt that was piled up on the floor, looking like they had already been worn.

Were we…. Were we at the signing? Was that all real? Did I really in fact meet Randy and Trish? Did he actually say all that stuff to me?

No, no way, Danni wouldn't lie to me, would she?

I picked up the shirt and held it up, smelling the faint smell of man's cologne. Just as quickly, I dropped it as though burned.

What the hell was going on?

… … …

"What are you doing?" I asked as I came into the front room dressed in the black pants and blue t shirt, my hair… err wig, nicely brushed.

Danni guiltily jumped before quickly closing the laptop. "Checking my mail. Is that okay with you?"

"Where's mom?" I asked.

"Changing. You ready? She told us to go out to the car."

"Yeah sure." I distantly replied, following her out to the car.

We sat in complete silence waiting for mom and when she arrived, she leaned over to give me a kiss.

"Did you have a good time today sweetheart?" She asked.

"Doing what?" I offhandedly asked.

"Sleeping." Danni cut in. "She wants to make sure you had a good sleep."

I turned to look at Danni. "Yes I had a very good sleep."

She looked away.

"Oh, okay." My mom hesitantly replied. "Are you girls ready for some fun?"

"Mom, you don't have to pretend you're excited." I said with a chuckle. "I know you're only coming to make sure I'm okay."

She laughed. "Who's to say I can't at least look. Some of them I heard weren't that much younger than me, who knows what could happen."

My mom had me when she was 16 and my dad left us when I was 1. I don't even remember my dad. He left my mom and we haven't seen neither hide nor hair of him since. I wish I could say it didn't bother me but it did. Not because I didn't know him. Me, I didn't care about, how could I miss someone I didn't know? It bugged me that my mom had given so much to this man, and he just left her alone with a 1 year old daughter with no money or anything. He cleared out their joint bank account and took off. Oh yeah I've heard all the stories from various relatives. Especially Danni's mom, who happened to be my father's sister. When he left, all his relatives rallied around my mom, helping her get back on her feet, Mom's family had turned her back on her when she got pregnant so young. My mom and Danni's mom were really close and everyone on that side thought of my dad as a good for nothing loser. Last we heard he was running some brothel in Mexico. Yuck, I really hope to never meet him.

So when you think about it, my mom could very well hit on Batista or Triple H. They were both 36 and she was 38. Ewww. I looked at my mom.

"Please don't hit on anyone, I would die of embarrassment." I cried in mock horror.

"Ohhh, Auntie Kim, Triple H will be there, he's part of the Raw brand and in his mid 30's" Danni laughed. "or how about HBK, the Heartbreak kid."

"Sounds awfully young."

Danni and I laughed "trust me mom, he's not, he's had that nickname for ages."

"You want me to hit on someone named the Heartbreak Kid. That can't end well." She said shaking her head.

"That's good mom." I encouraged her. "You don't want to hit on the wrestlers anyways."

"Ruin all my fun, Lana." Danni replied, sitting back with a pout.

We soon arrived at the arena and just as I went to get out, Danni stopped me.

"Lana, I got one more surprise for you." She said, looking extremely nervous.

"What, is it bad?"

"No but I just didn't want to give them to you after you woke up today."

"What is it?" I asked.

Hesitantly she reached into her purse and pulled out 3 backstage passes.

"How did you get those?" I calmly asked.

"I won them while you were sleeping it was a contest on the radio, I was the tenth caller."

"Really." I said in disbelief, thinking it sounded kind of off and too coincidental.

"Really." She confirmed, "But if you don't want to use them, that's fine, not like I paid for them."

I plucked one out of her hands, scrutinizing it.

"We'll see." Was all I said as we got out and went into the arena.

… … …

A giggle was heard over the sound system as Trish's music played and she came out for her match against Mickie James. As she walked bye, waving at her fans, she sent a wave and a wink to us.

Because in my dream she said she would wave at us. I think I was really beginning to doubt this whole dream thing.

Trish won her match and the next match out was Chris Masters who I swore kept looking over at us before he got into the ring. Kay, he was never in my dream, I mean I talked to him online, maybe he thought Danni was hot.

The last match of the night was one I had been waiting to see live since the feud between them started. Randy Orton and John Cena.

Randy came out first and as he passed by us, he barely gave us a second glance. John came out and he didn't look either. Which made me feel tons better. I must have been imagining everything else. I wanted something so badly to be there that I was imagining things.

The match started and the two locked up but quickly pulled apart and went into their own corners. John turned around and scanned the crowd, his eyes briefly resting on me and Danni before turning back around and locking once more with Randy, this time a bit longer before they broke apart again, this time Randy briefly looked at us before the match really got under way.

I scowled and sat in seat beside my mom.

"What's wrong?" She asked, "Are you feeling okay?"

I nodded watching the match with my arms crossed. The scowl still in place.

I must've spaced out because the match was over and John had made Randy tap to the STFU. John celebrated in the ring before rolling out and grabbing his hat that didn't quite make it into the crowd. As he passed by us he leaned over the barricade and placed the too large hat on my head.

"Cheer up there Princess or your face might get stuck that way."

With a wink, he left slapping Danni's hand, and other fans on the way as the people behind me began to gather around wanting to touch the hat, I felt someone try to pull it off but I quickly snatched it back, standing up and turning it around to see a blonde woman with huge boobs trying to take it.

"Back off." I told her.

"You think he meant it for you?" She sneered.

Danni chuckled. "Actually he did give it to her you dumb bitch."

More people began to crowd around all wanting to see the hat John Cena had just given to me and to top it off that skank was also advancing on me, trying to get it.

"Get lost." I screeched, staring to feel suffocated as everyone began to move closer, there was no way in hell I'd be able to push them away.

"Back off." My mom and cousin both yelled. "leave her alone."

Everyone still moved closer and I began to panic as the skank once more swiped at my hat. She pulled it off and just as I went to pull it back, another hand came out and snatched it away from her, before reaching under my arms and lifting me over the barrier.

"No." I silently groaned as the hat was placed back on my head. I knew exactly who was behind me.

"You have the passes?"

Danni held them up as he first helped her then my mom over the barrier.

"I knew it." I snapped, turning to glare first at Randy then at Danni.

"Knew what dear?" My mother asked in awe.

"It's a conspiracy." I muttered. "Mom, I want to go home."

"Honey, this nice man just got us out of there."

"Yeah why don't you come backstage?" He said.

"Come on, Lan, if we don't you'll have to go through there and go past Skanky McSkank."

"I can take her." I muttered.

She laughed. "You can't even take me anymore. So drop the pout and follow Randy. He went through a lot of trouble for us."

"Really?" I asked, "Gee Dan, he seems to only have lifted us over the barricade but you seem to be holding so much back from me so why don't you tell me exactly what he did for us."

"I'm standing right here." He reminded them. "You don't have to talk like I'm not here."

I rolled my eyes, my scowl returning to my face as I crossed my arms and followed behind him, Danni and my mom. Stopping once to turn around and lift my middle finger to the skank that tried to start something earlier, who looked ready to murder me.

At least that made me feel better.