Life As He Knew It (Open)

Randy smiled. "I like you, too, John. A lot," Randy replied.

John smiled. "Good. So, how's your throat?" John asked, sitting up.

"Sore," Randy replied with a small smile.

John nodded, sighing. "Anything I can do? I'm going downstairs if you need anything." He said as he got up, stretching his limbs.

"No, its fine. Ill be fine," he replied.

John shrugged. "Okay. I'll be be back in like, 20 minutes." He said as he grabbed his iPod, skipping out the door.

Randy chuckled softly, closing his eyes and enjoying the silence, driting back into sleep.

John, once again, danced down the hallway to the hotel restaurant to grab something to eat. But somebody stopped him, turning him around. John raised a brow. "Um... hi Adam." Johns said. Adam smiled. "Hey, I saw Randy go into your room a few hours ago." John nodded. "So?" He said. Adam sighed. "Look, John. I know you like him, but I know Randy, we teamed together. And Randy like's real men, not a diva trapped in a superstar's body. So don't get your hopes up." Adam said, walking away.

Randy dreamed of John, a small smile on his face as he was a peace.

John stood in the hallway for a few minutes, thinking about what Adam had said. Sure he was a little more... flamboyant... then most guys on the roster, but he was tough... sort of. Suddenly not hungry anymore, he turned around, heading back to his room.

Randy curled up in a ball, his long arms wrapped around his long legs, the smile still on his face.

John returned to the room, finding Randy curled up in bed, still asleep. John smiled, the older man needed the sleep. He sighed, sitting next to Randy on the bed. Adam must be wrong. If Randy really liked him, then he wouldn't mind if John was a little more vibrant than most men on the rosters. And It seemed Randy didn't mind at all.

Randys eyes slowly fluttered open when he felt a dip in the matress. He looked at John, smiling tiredly.

John smiled when he saw Randy awake, looking up at him. "Hey..." John whispered, his usual cheeriness wasn't to its fullest from what Adam had said to him.

Randy frowned slightly, noticing Johns lack of cheerfulness. "Whats wrong?" He asked.

John just shook his head. "I'm fine, I'm always fine. Don't worry about me." He said, trying to put up a happy facade.

"John, dont bullshit me. Im the king of putting up facades. Now tell me whats wrong," Randy said firmly.

John sighed. "Fine. I bumped into Adam, and he said... he said that I shouldn't get my hopes up with you, that you like real men, and that I was just a diva trapped in a superstar's body." John said quietly, looking down at his lap.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Adam's just jealous 'cause I left him. He wants me back. Dont listen to that manwhore," Randy said, a hand on Johns thigh.

John smiled, his happy aura returning. "Alright." He said, laying back next to Randy. "But Randy... am I too feminine?" John asked.

"Of course you arent. You're you. Who cares if you like to take hours to do your hair. So does Cody but no one even thinks about calling him femanine," Randy said. "If anyone says shit like that about you, you let me know who said it and what they said."

John chuckled, but Randy's words warmed his heart. "Will do. And it takes hours to do my hair because it takes work to look this good." He said, pressing closer to Randy's chest.

"It takes about 5 minutes to get looking this sexy in the morning," Randy said, chuckling.

John laughed. "That's because it comes naturally to you. You have no idea what I look like in the morning, I look like a hot mess." He pouted.

Randy chuckled. "I guess Ill see in the morning," Randy said with a smile.