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Title: Instant Messenger 17?

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. And this is still unbetaed…. Come one girl, get ur damn internet back

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I woke up in the morning, alone and starving and not feeling as sick as I thought I would be. Randy was gone, and well I had emptied any food I had last night. Rubbing my eyes, I gasped, reaching up to feel that my wig was still fully intact, not even lopsided. I let out a sigh of relief, pausing to see if I could hear Randy in the room somewhere. He wasn't in the room but I could hear low voices talking outside of the room. I cautiously tiptoed over, looking through the peephole to see John and Randy talking. I put my ear to the door, listening to what they were saying.

"I dunno man, say what you want, but it's just this feeling I have." Randy was saying.

"Have you tried talking to her?" John asked.

"Yes and although she's hanging out and talking to me, I can't help but feel she's keeping me at arms length. Has Danni said anything to you?"

"Naw, nothing. Maybe she's still wary, cause y'know the rumors backstage about you bein' an asshole."

"I don't think that's it. There's something she's purposely holding back from me."

"And maybe it's all in your head cause you want this girl so bad and you don't get why she ain't falling at your feet."

I silently cheered. At least John was doing something right.

"OW, what the hell was that for?"

"Shut up Cena, it's not like that with her."

"uh oh Orton, you got it bad."

"I can't. She made me promise not to fall in love with her."

John let out a snort. "Yeah cause y'know you get to choose who ya fall in love with."

My eyes narrowed. I take back that praise, he was getting another kick in the shin.

"I know, I just wished I knew what was bugging her."

"Give it some time. And maybe you should take that food in before it gets cold."

I quickly scrambled back to the bed, pretending to be asleep when Randy came in, Breakfast in his hands.

This was not good, not good at all. What was I going to do?

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"Come visit again soon, okay?" Jen said giving me a big hug.

Krista pushed her away, wrapping me in a hug. "Psycho, call us when you get home okay."

I nodded as she stepped away and John stepped up, the pity back in his eyes.

"I'm worried bout you, you gonna make the trip home?"

I nodded but as he went to hug me I softly kicked him in the shin before putting my arms around his neck.

"I heard you this morning." I murmured so only he could hear me. "Please don't encourage him."

He pulled away and looked at me hard before sighing and stepping back. Now Randy stepped forward, pulling me into a big hug.

"Call me too, okay?"

I nodded against him. "Thanks for looking after me last night."

He looked down at me. "Anytime you need me to talk or anything, just call me."

I sighed and looked away, knowing what I had to do, knowing it wouldn't be easy but I couldn't let this go any further.

"Yeah, I'll see you later."

On impulse I grabbed him and held him really tight, praying the tears wouldn't come. He had been such a good friend since I met him. But I couldn't do this to him anymore.

"Come on Danni." I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her away from John. We waved at the 4 of them and went to board our plane.

"Are you okay?" Danni asked as we sat and I moodily stared out the window.

"Just peachy." I replied, watching the window where I could see John and Randy staring out at us.

It was fun while it lasted.

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"Princess are you feeling sick again?"

I looked at my mom and sighed. Only her and John ever called me Princess, I don't know why. But thinking about John made a sharp pang go through me as I thought about Randy.

"No mom, I'm okay."

"Baby, you've barely left your room."

"I'm tired Momma, that was a lot for me for one weekend."

She sighed, knowing that could very well be true but also knowing there was something else. Then again I've only been back for 3 days so she couldn't very well push me on the issue.

I hadn't gone on the internet and after the initial phone calls to say I was home, I hadn't taken anyone's calls, telling my mother I wasn't feeling well enough. I didn't have a cell anymore so I didn't have to worry about anyone trying to reach me on there.

"Danni called again."

"Tell her I'll talk to her when I feel better." I muttered turning over.

Mom sat down on the bed, running her hand through the inch fluff I had on top of my head.

"Did something happen Baby?"

"No." I whispered, ignoring the tears that stung my eyes. I didn't tell her what had happened at the club, I didn't want her worrying about me more.

My mom sighed again as the phone rang and she placed a kiss on my cheek as she went to answer it, leaving my door ajar.

"Hello…? No Randy she's still sleeping….I guess she must've caught a bug while visiting you… I'll let her know… okay you too, bye."

More tears came but I ignored them as I continued staring at the wall.

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"Princess, phone."

I kept my eyes closed as I faced the wall, keeping my breathing slow and even.

"No Randy, she's sleeping…. I'm sorry you seem to be catching her all at the wrong times… I'll let her know you called….

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"No, Lana is sleeping, can I take a message?... Krista?... okay I'll tell her you called…No she hasn't been well since she came back…. Oh you know? Just you and Jen? I wasn't aware anyone did… No that doesn't seem to be it…. Yes I'll let her know, thank you."

My door opened.

"That was Krista, all your friends are calling you."

"I have no friends." I whispered.

My mom was silent and I thought she had left but then I heard a sigh, then her footsteps walking away.

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"She's been like this the last few weeks." I heard my mom murmur. "She says she's not sick just super tired from your trip, and she doesn't seem sick but she's just not right."

I heard a sigh then recognized Danni's voice. "I'll talk to her Auntie Kim."

My door opened and I kept my eyes closed pretending to sleep.

"Lana?" My cousin called softly shaking me.

I groaned and rolled over, feigning sleep.

I forgot who I was dealing with.

My blanket then my bed sheet was yanked away and I finally opened an eye, glaring at my cousin.

"Bitch." I muttered.

"The mattress goes next." She warned me.

"What do you want?"

"To talk Ms. Mopey, let's go out."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's not and say we did."

"Why are you ignoring everyone Lana?"

"I'm not. Can't you just let me rest in peace? I'm still recuperating from cancer."

"Still, unless your little accident at the club hit you harder then you're willing to admit, you shouldn't still be in bed, tired. You should go to the doctors."

"And you should fuck off." I snapped, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over my head.

There was silence and I heard Danni leave, causing me to let out a sigh of relief, I didn't want to be bugged anymore.

"Time to wake up." A male voice said.

I gasped, lifting the corner of my blanket to see John looking down at me.

"Go away." I muttered.

"Is that any way to treat an old friend?"

I glared at him.

"I'll jump on you." He threatened.

"You'll break me." I replied.

He jumped onto my bed, narrowly avoiding landing on me.

"You gonna come out Princess?"

"Do I look like I'm going to?"

"Let's talk."

I stared at him before my hand slowly creeped out to my night table and moved around until I found a scarf. I pulled it back into the covers, my head also disappearing. I reappeared moments later with a black scarf on my head, I sat up, bringing my knees up to my chest.

"Why are you here?"

"Danni called me."

"And not Randy? Gee that doesn't sound like my cousin."

"Well I know, he doesn't."

"I thought for sure you'd have told him by now." I muttered.

"Are you feeling okay? It didn't come back did it?"

"No."

"You're not really sick, ya look fine."

I sullenly glared at him.

"You're pushing people away again, aren't ya Princess?"

I sighed but didn't answer him.

"You can talk to me ya know."

I warily looked at him, still not talking.

"C'mon Princess, what's going on?"

"I heard you guys." I finally said. "I don't want him falling in love with me John."

"Why is that so bad?"

"Because it's just wrong. I can be gone at anytime and to have him be there and watch me suffer. It's not right."

"Now you're just bein stupid. It ain't up to you to decide whether he sticks around or not. 'Sides, you're in remission. It's gone."

"For how long?"

John sighed, running his hand over his head as he stood up. "You know what I think it is Princess? I think you're scared. Scared of what may happen if you actually let down your wall and let people in."

My face flushed as I glared up at him.

"You're just worried about what may happen to you if you actually start to feel something for someone."

He left me staring after him in shock.

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