Life As He Knew It (Open)

John smiled. "Grazie." He said as they got into the car. They drove to Starbucks, John pulling Randy inside when they arrived. He ordered his Frappuccino and Maple scone before sitting down next to Randy. John gazed out the window as he sipped his drink. He looked at Randy. "Randy... When do you wanna have kids?" He asked.

Randy looked at him. "I dont know, John. I dont know how safe it is for me to have kids," he replied. He's always wanted a kid, a Daddy's little girl. Now, he wasnt sure he was going to get that.

John nodded, understanding. "A child doesn't always have to be biologically yours for you to love them, Randy." He poinyed out. John would be perfectly fine with adoption.

"I know that, John. I've just... always wanted a kid. One that was biologically mine," Randy replied. "Id be more than happy with adoption, though."

John bit his lip. "Do you think I'm... too immature for kids?" John asked. He had always worried he wouldn't be able to handle the resoonsibility of kids. Hell, John was like a big child himself. He wasn't the most independent guy around.

"Of course not. Why would you say that?" Randy said, taking Johns hand.

John gave Randy a look. "Baby, I'm 31 but I still act 21. And no body takes me seriously... Randy, a couple nights ago I almost dtank myselg to death... I'm the dumbass who recklessly did a gymnastic routine across an elevator shaft... I buy more shit than Paris Hilton... Who the hell would wanna have kids with someone like that? And what kind role model would I be if I had kids?" He asked.

"John, you have problems. So what? Who doesnt? I hear voices, babe. But that doesnt mean Id be a bad parent. It just means that Im schizophrenic," Randy replied.

John nodded. "Okay... By the way, you should change your theme song, it's a little TOO fitting." He chuckled as he picked at his food.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Why do you think I chose it? I tend to hear voices in the ring more so than out," he replied with a smile.

John blinked. "Good to know." He said and went back to picking at his food. "My theme sucks... My character sucks... I wish I were a heel again." He muttered, stabbing his drink with the straw.

"I like your character. I like being a face rather than a heel. Being a heel is always fun but with my persona, Im borderline. You just gotta bring out your bad side and use it for good," Randy said.

John chuckled. "I don't have a bad side. I am eye candy for the woman and gay guys." He said, making a sexy pout and cocking his head to the side. "The one who's ass you wanna squeeze and hair you wanna touch. Sometimes I feel like I'm on a stripper stage more than a wrestling ring...." He trailed off.

"John, stop. Seriously. You're an amazing wrestler. The fans love you. You'd be surprised how many fans think midcarders should be getting more championship shots," Randy replied.

John sighed. "If you say so... So long as you're my biggest MoFo." He chuckled before sipping his drink. It was so fattening, he didn't know why he always drank it at all.

"Psh, of course. No one can be a bigger MoFo than me," Randy said with a smile.

John chuckled. "And I'm your biggest... Well I don't know what you call your fans, but I'm your biggest one... Even if I dont agree with punting everything that pisses you off... Would you punt me if you had to?" He asked.

"Why would I have to punt you? I only punt people who deserve it," Randy replied.

"In case someday Vince decides to be a bitch and put us in a match..... which he did when you get better. I was meaning to tell you." John explained. Vince had put them in a match just to mess with them. It was to take place when Randy was healed... and it ended in John getting a punt to his pretty head.

"I wont do it. Creative cant make me, Vince cant make me," Randy replied.

John sighed. "He wants us to fued for the WWE Championship. He said if we don't do the fued... That he'll fire me. Please Randy, you have to..." He begged quietly, giving Randy his painful kicked puppy look.

"I feud with you, Ill wrestle you. But I wont punt you. That hurts, John. Ask anyone who has been on the recieving end of one," Randy replied. He wouldnt punt John. He just wouldnt.

John sighed. "There isn't much of a choice. I know it'll hurt but... I'll deal with it. You'll have to... Please Randy, it's my job on the line..." He didn't want to get punted by the love of his life, but for his job... He'd have to.

"John, this is non-negotiable. I wont punt you. I could end your career. I could seriously hurt you. John, 99% of my matches dont go like Creative or Vince want them. They want to fire you, they lose me too. We've been through this. Your job is safe so long as you're with me," Randy said, cupping Johns face. "Now stop arguing with me and finish your meal."

John sighed, but trusted Randy. "Okay." He said softly, pecking Randy's lips before going back to eating.

(PS, wanna time skip to WrestleMania or to Randy and John's fued?)