Enjoy this dammit… why cuz I said so? Lol have fun….and please tell me what you think
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Title: Instant Messenger 18?
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 on girl, get ur damn internet back
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John left me a lot to think about and because of this I still didn't return anyone's phone calls. I wanted to be away so I could think, really think about what John said. Was I really that scared to open myself up? I don't know if I was but if it was true it was like I said, I didn't want anyone left behind if something were to happen to me. The time I was sick I had come to realize my own mortality. I could go at any minute, was it really fair for me to drag others into it? I ignored the smart part that was telling me anyone could go at any minute. You wake up in the morning you risk a chance of something taking your life. You step outside you can get hit buy a bus. I hated the practical side of me.
A week after my talk with John, I sat on my front porch swing watching cars drive by and kids laughing as they rode by on their bikes. It brought tears to my eyes remembering what it was like to be that young and innocent back when you thought you were invincible and no one could hurt you. How I wished for those days once again. But I knew no matter how much I wanted that, it could never be. I was now an adult ready to face the world. Well as much as one can who has had, I guess what you would call minor setbacks.
He was right you know, it wasn't up to me to decide who wanted to go or stay. So far since this whole debacle started I had been choosing. I chose to keep my mom and Danni near and I chose to shun my friends, to keep them far away so they wouldn't have to see me like this.
Then he happened.
And now my life was so upside down. It wasn't fair. But if anything, I of all people should know life it isn't fair. I never chose to get Leukemia and become sick. I never chose to meet the most wonderful guy but keep him at arms length because I was afraid of how he would react. I never chose to have my dad leave my mom so she struggled her ass off to give me all I had growing up, having her miss out on her own youth. Life wasn't fair but we had to deal with it and eat whatever dish life served.
I closed my eyes, pulling the blanket tighter around my shoulder and letting my head drop down as the tears fell. I heard a car pull up and someone get out but I ignored it thinking my mom was home from work.
The porch swing moved a little as someone sat down and put their arm around me as they pulled me closer. I knew it wasn't my mom, but that didn't matter, without opening my eyes, I knew who it was. I could smell his cologne on his shirt and feel his familiar hands as he wrapped his arms me and pulled me to his chest, one hand stroking the soft fluff of hair on my head. That's right, I wasn't wearing my wig but my hair was long enough now to classify as a pixie cut and it was starting to look kind of cute.
"You came." I whispered,
"No one's heard from you in weeks Sweetheart, everyone is worried."
"I haven't been feeling well." I choked out.
"You cut your hair." Was all he said.
I sighed, burying myself deeper into his side, he finally pulled me onto his lap so I was facing him.
"Why are you crying?" He asked lifting my chin to look at him.
I shrugged, pulling my chin away and leaned against his chest.
"I'm so tired." I whispered.
"You want to go back inside?"
I shook my head, not elaborating on what I was tired about. Perhaps he knew I wasn't physically tired but I couldn't tell him. I just couldn't.
I looked up at him, my large blue eyes pooling with unshed tears as he stared down at me and I could see the affection, the understanding in them. I could see how much he cared I wouldn't be lying if I said it scared the shit out of me.
Something must have been different in my eyes because something in his changed too as he slowly brought his hand up and gently traced his thumb across my cheekbone, then lightly across my lips as his eyes moved down to stare at them.
"Lana." He whispered. "I think I'm going to kiss you."
His eyes moved back to mine as I held my breath and watched him stare at me, wondering if I was going to stop him. When I didn't protest, his thumb went back to tracing my cheek, his head slowly moving closer, our lips almost connecting.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
"I might not be good at it." I whispered back, my eyes never leaving his.
"I don't think that's possible."
He moved closer and just as our lips made the barest contact, a car door slammed making me jump and pull away.
"Hey Baby, Randy, can you kids help me with the groceries?" My mom called.
I stood up, refusing to meet Randy's eyes as I went to go help my mom.
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"Out." I shooed both my mom and Randy out of the kitchen as I went back to preparing dinner.
I offered to make dinner that night for everyone, using it as an excuse to stay far away from Randy.
Yes I was a chicken, and no I didn't need reminding.
What happened on the porch, well it scared me. Scared the crap out of me so bad, I didn't even know what to do next.
If that kiss happened, there was no going back. There was a higher chance he would find out and he would hate me even more for not telling him. I think it was past the point where I didn't want him despising me for what I had or his pity. Now it was if he found out he would be royally pissed he didn't know before, but something inside me still couldn't tell him. I was still too scared.
Turning the noodles off I drained and rinsed them, turning back to the stove to add the alfredo sauce and chicken, mixing it all together to create my special chicken fettuccini alfredo. I dare someone to find something better. And yes, I'm very modest.
Moving it out to the table, I called my mom and Randy for dinner.
"This smells awesome." He said as soon as he entered, giving me a big smile.
I smiled back at him, taking a seat across from him.
"Looks wonderful as always, Baby." My mom said, placing a kiss on my cheek.
We ate mostly in silence, making small talk. When we were finished my mom shooed us away saying she would clean up.
"You want to go sit outside on the front porch?"
I shook my head "let's go for a walk."
I grabbed a light jacket ad we began to walk down the road heading towards the park.
Hesitantly he reached over and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. I gave his hand a small squeeze, letting him know I was alright.
Entering the park, I walked us towards the small pond that was in the center and sat on the bench pulling him with me, leaning my head against his shoulder as I let out a content sigh.
"You okay Lans."
I nodded, watching the ducks swim.
"Thanks for coming." I whispered.
"Have you really been sick?"
I nodded, just not telling him when exactly I was sick.
"Why did you cut your hair?"
I ran my hand over my short hair. "Time for a change."
"It'll take some getting used to but I think it looks good. Are you better?"
"For now."
I lifted my head and stared at him. "Randy, there's something you need to know, I-"
"shh." He placed a finger against my lips. "If you're going to say what almost happened earlier was a mistake, then you're wrong Lana."
"I-"
He quieted me again. "I want to finish what we started and if you still think its wrong then we can talk okay?"
I nodded, closing my eyes as he leaned closer and his lips touched mine. I gasped and leaned closer as he wrapped his arms around me. His tongue ran across my lips and I opened my mouth granting him access as he pulled me onto his lap. My arms went up around his neck and we didn't pull away until we were both out of breath.
"Wow." He said, leaning his forehead against mine.
I nodded too breathless to speak.
"So was that wrong?"
I shook my head. "Never was gonna say it was. You assumed it."
"Come visit me again?"
I nodded, knowing there was no point in putting it off again.
"So what were you going to tell me?"
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.
"Nothing" I murmured.
How was I supposed to tell him? He would hate me now for sure.
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Since everyone was going nuts, a nice little bit of fluff )
Just remember, I'm evil….take it how you want.