You know this story was supposed to be short but at 16 chapters, I don't think it will… does anyone else mind?

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Title: Instant Messenger 16?

Author: Harmoni

Category: WWE

Rating: T for teen...cuz I like to swear hehehe

Summary: A nice messenger chat with WWE imposters becomes her way for escape. Cause that's all they were, Imposters. she wasn't that dense, she just wanted to pretend and play along cuz that's what they were doing.. Right?

Disclaimer: the OC's belong to me. wrestlers belong to the WWE and themselves,

Spoilers: Randy is suspended, and I'll prolly just make it up as I go along. I might follow some things that happen and discard the rest. My fan fic, my rules ha ha ha)

Feedback: Please

Author's Note: Ahem if this completely sucks, I'm blaming it on my feverish mind… I wrote this while sick. There is an explanation behind this story that I may perhaps share at a later date. I dreamed half of it but that's how a lot of my fics start...and before people go on about another Randy story…. SOOOO not my fault My Randy Muse is running rampant and SOOOO not my fault… please tell me what you honestly think it's written in 1st person which I usually don't do.

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As we entered the club, lights were flashing the music was pumping and I silently groaned. I could already feel a headache coming on. Damn my stubbornness. If I wasn't so stubborn I wouldn't have felt the need to show John that I was perfectly capable of going out even if I hated clubs.

"You don't want to be here." Jen whispered in my ear.

I shook my head. "I hate clubs."

"I knew it."

"John will you get out of my business and stop hovering around me like some mother hen." I snapped, beyond annoyed with him.

"Look, there's Masters." Randy pointed out making his way through the crowd the rest of us just behind him as we followed him to a table full of wrestlers.

Randy quickly introduced Jen and Krista as Danni and I had basically met everyone over the weekend.

"We're gonna get some drinks, what do you ladies want?" Randy asked.

"Margarita." Jen and Krista both said.

"Same." Danni agreed.

"Water for you?" John asked me.

I clenched my hands in my lap, trying my hardest to keep my temper in check.

"Pornstar." I snapped.

"What?" Randy asked.

"I want a pornstar. It's Bol's blue, Raspberry sour puss and 7 up. I want one of those."

I saw Danni give me a warning look but I ignored it. I really didn't want to be here.

"Come dance with us Lana." Jen begged.

I shook my head instead watching them leave and staying with Chris, Carlito, all 5 members of the Spirit Squad, Mickey, Trish, Victoria, Candice and Maria.

Eventually Mitch, Mikey and Nicky stood up and joined my friends on the dance floor as Trish leaned over to me

"So how are you sweetie?" She asked me over the music.

"Not too bad, great match tonight by the way."

"Thanks."

"Did you want to dance?" Chris asked me.

I was going to say no but I thought to hell with it if I'm gonna be stuck here, I might as well enjoy it.

"Sure." I replied, grabbing his hand and following him out to the dance floor.

"It's pretty cool you guys being here." He said as we danced.

I nodded. "It's s lot of fun. I never imagined in my wildest dreams-"

"That we'd be real?" He asked a teasing smile on his face.

I blushed. "Yeah I guess."

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and held out my drink. I turned around. Looking into the disapproving eyes of John Cena. He was about to open his mouth when I cut him off.

"That is it. Chris can you excuse us for a moment please?"

Chris nodded, confused as he watched me push Cena back. I pushed him all the way to the outside, gulping my drink down as I went and slamming it on a nearby table

"You." I growled, glaring up at him with my arms crossed.

"What?" He asked in all innocence.

"Am I gonna have to kick you in the shin again cause I will. I told you to treat me no differently, I begged you to treat me no differently. John, I'm in remission, The cancer is gone. I am getting stronger by the day and I want you to leave me alone. My mother hovers over me enough so please just stop. If you keep this up, Randy will find out."

"I'm worried about you." He softly replied.

"You don't have to be. I'm getting better, I just want to move on. Please help me."

John hesitated then nodded, looking down. "Fine I will."

"Thank you." I replied, giving him a hug. "Now, come dance with me."

We went back into the club and danced, Randy soon appeared and I turned to dance with him as John grabbed Danni.

"Everything okay?" He asked, handing me another drink.

I nodded. "I'm just really hot." I complained, slamming my drink back once more. "Let's just dance." I pulled him closer losing myself into the music.

"Did you have fun this weekend?" He asked.

I nodded.

"So we can still hang out?"

I laughed, putting my arms around his neck. "Of course. Just remember Randy Orton, you promised not to fall in love with me."

A few songs later, Randy pulled me aside. "are you okay? You look really pale."

I waved him off, turning away. "I'm fine."

I saw Danni move towards me.

"What's wrong, you look funny."

I waved her off too but she grabbed my arm, pulling me away.

"Did you even read the warnings on your medication?"

I gave her a funny look. "What are you talking about?"

"Can you even drink with your meds?"

I stopped. "I have no idea."

Danni rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm, dragging me off to the bathroom.

"Look at you."

She shoved me in front of the mirror and I looked noticing and feeling for the first time how clammy I was. My hair clung to the side of my face and neck as sweat trickled down. I was pale. Okay usually I'm pale but I was really pale, disgustingly pale.

"I don't feel-" I pushed Danni aside and ran for one of the stalls, not bothering to lock it as I leaned over the toilet emptying the contents of my stomach. Danni entered the stall rubbing small circles on my back, as I sobbed, thinking back to my chemo days and the endless retching I did then.

I heard the bathroom door open then a knock on our stall.

"Is everything okay?" Jen asked.

Danni opened the stall door, explaining what had happened and asking them to get something. They left as I miserably sobbed, everything gone as I continually dry heaved.

Jen and Krista soon returned and we all squished into the stall, me still on the floor. Danni took my purse from Krista and opened it, routing around in it before she came up with some of my medication.

"God dammit Lan." She swore, digging through my purse for more of my prescriptions.

"What is it?" Jen asked.

"Warning: mixing with alcohol can be harmful."

I sobbed harder.

"Shh, it's okay psycho." Krista soothed, rubbing my back now. "You're throwing it all up. You're getting it out of your system."

"I-I fe-feel like I-I'm g-going through ch-chemo again." I sobbed.

The door opened again. "Everyone decent?"

"John?" Danni hesitantly called.

"Yeah, I'm coming in."

He moved and stopped at the stall, his eyebrows lifting as he took in the scene.

"Princess, you okay?"

"No." I wailed.

Danni held up my meds. "Mixing bad." Was all she said as John took the pills and read the label.

He softly swore before handing the pills back.

"Why did you come in?" Krista asked.

John shrugged, "we couldn't find the girls so Randy, Chris and I drew straws."

Danni sighed, grabbing all the pills and putting them back at the bottom of my purse. "We need to get her back to the hotel. Lan, can you walk?"

I continued sobbing, my knees pulled up and my head buried in them.

"Is she okay?" John asked.

"Maybe it's all just affecting her at once."

I felt a pair of arms go around me and was being lifted into John arms. I balled his shirt up in my hands as I continued to sob into his chest.

We left the bathroom and was soon descended upon by Chris and Randy.

"What's going on?" Randy asked.

"Please." I whispered into John's chest.

"Danni told me she's not much of a drinker and she must've had a lot tonight, it made her sick and now she just wants to go lie down."

"I can take her back." Randy volunteered.

"You okay with that Princess?" John asked me.

I nodded, holding my arms out to Randy wrapping them around his neck as he gently took me in his arms. I buried my face in his chest, feeling miserable.

"You guys have fun, I'll look after her."

"Are you okay with that?" Danni asked me.

I hesitated before nodding, not lifting my head.

"We can just go home tonight." Jen said, referring to our plans to have them crash in our hotel room.

I shook my head.

"We'll see you guys later." Randy said as he carried me out through the club and hailed a taxi to take us back.

The whole way there he kept me on his lap holding me tightly as I whimpered, feeling nauseous in the back of the cab.

When we reached the hotel, instead of taking me to my room, we went to his. He put me on the bed but immediately I struggled to get up to go for the bathroom. Seeing this, he again picked me up and carried me there putting me down just as I made it to the toilet and began my homage to the porcelain god, Ralph, once again.

This time it was Randy rubbing circles on my back, making me sob more that he had to see me like this. Guess I'd never hear from him again.

When I was done, he got an extra toothbrush that he handed to me before stepping outside to let me brush my teeth. The guy just watched me puke my guts out and now what, he couldn't watch me brush my teeth?

When I was done, I sat on the side of the bathtub, my head in my hands as I groaned. I was so stupid. Why did I have to be so stubborn, why did I have to try and prove myself, it only resulted in me getting sick and looking like an idiot.

"Lana?" Randy called, knocking on the door before he entered. He came upon me sobbing once more and again he pulled me into his arms, carrying me to the bed and holding me on his lap until I calmed once more.

"Are you feeling better?"

I shook my head, struggling to pull away. "I'm going back to my room now."

"Why?"

"Why not? I look like a fool I don't even know how you can stand to be around me right now."

"How couldn't I? You're my friend Lana, no matter what. I've already shown you can't get rid of me."

"No matter what." I hollowly replied. But what if he knew? He'd hate me, I'd disgust him. Or worse, he would pity me and I didn't want him hanging around out of pity, or hovering over me. Look how John was and I had told him only hours ago. I couldn't tell him. Pity or rejection, I couldn't handle it either way.

"Why don't you lie down?" He said, easing me onto the bed. "There's no point in looking for your room key, Danni still has your purse."

He went to move away and I felt cold, I reached up, grabbing his arm, a pleading look in my eyes.

"you want me to lie down with you?"

I nodded and he lied down beside me pulling me closer. I buried my head in his chest and once again began to sob.

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