Life As He Knew It (Open)

John awoke, yawning and stretching like a feline when he heard the door open. He opened his eyes and saw Randy. He smiled tiredly at his boyfriend and sat up in the bed, leanimg against the headbord. "Hey, baby. Where'd you go?" He mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Just had to go by something. How'd you sleep?" Randy asked with a smile.

"Good, well... not as good when I'm sleepin' next to you." John said cornily. "What did ya buy?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Just a late present for a someone. Nothing you need to worry about," Randy replied, sitting next to John. "But I know how long it takes you to get ready and we have some place to be at 8. So go get ready. You have two hours and I need to get ready as well." Randy hope John wouldnt notice the change in subject or if he did, he wouldnt say anything.

Thanks to John's occasional dense streak, he didn't notice anything different, and was just happy to get out of the hotel. He smiled, pecking Randy's cheek before going into the bathroom. 25 minutes in the shower, 25 minutes choosing something to wear, and 45 minutes doing his hair, before he deemed himself ready. "You can go in now." He said, coming out of the bathroom and looking for his cologne.

Randy chuckled and went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. He got out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walked into the bedroom, going through his bag for some nice clothes.

John was staring at himself in the mirror, putting on his cologne. He put on his cuff links made of real gold and fixed his tie, making it absolutely perfect. He wanted to look perfect for Randy.

Randy pulled on red boxers, a pair of dark blue jeans and a red button up shirt. He left the top 3 buttons undone. He pulled on a pair of socks and his shoes, sighing contentedly and looking at John.

John looked at Randy and purred. "C'mon Viper, before I go against the Doctor's orders and have you have your way with me right now." He smirked and linked his fingers with Randy's.

Randy chuckled, rolling his eyes as they walked out of the room. "You will do no such thing," he said.

John chuckled his eyes and followed. "Okay. Where we going he asked as he asked ad he sat down in the passenger seat.

Randy climbed into the drivers seat. "Italian restaurant," Randy replied coolly.

John's face blushed a little. "Really? Or you kidding with me?" He asked with a smile

"Why would I lie about that? Its our first date and you're Italian. I figure its perfect," Randy replied, glancing at John out of the corner of his eye.

John beamed. "It is perfetto, grazie." He said, reaching over and gently kissing randy's jaw. "Your so god damn sweet." He whispered with a smile.

Randy smiled brightly. "I know. Its why you love me," he said.

They arrived at the restaurant, John grabbing Randy's hand as they went inside. John knew this place was a real Italian place, which meant the waiters and waitresses, probably all spoke broken English. John mentally chuckled. Guess Randy is gonna have let him speak Italian this one time.

Randy smiled as they were seated. He was nervous, the promise ring feeling like 10 pounds in his pocket. He looked at the menu, which was completely in Italian. He sighed. The things he did for love. He closed the menu, looking at John.

John kept his eyes on the menu. If Randy wanted him to translate, he was going to have to ask. John glanced up. "Yes?" He asked, as if he didn't know what Randy was going to ask.

"I dont understand what the fuck that says," Randy said, looking at John with pleading eyes.

John chuckled. "So... are you, Randal Keith Orton, asking me, Jonathan Randal Hennigan, to speak and translate Italian?" He gasped dramatically.

"Um, duh?" Randy replied. He wouldnt come out and say it, he was too proud. And he couldnt understand it so if John decided to push the wrong buttons, Randy would get pissed.

John rolled his eyes at Randy's stupid pride and pointed to the things on the menu, translating them for his boyfriend. Some of the things sounded horribly disgusting, and if he wasn't Italian and hadn't eaten them himself, he would have never though of eating them.

Randys head was spinning as John translated for him. He heard something that sounded like he would eat it and told John to order it for him before his head exploded. He pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to relieve some of the pain now pounding his head.

"Baby, you alright?" John asked worriedly. He called one of the waiters, and in Italian, quietly asked for something to relieve Randy's headache. The girl came back with an advil and water.