Your Take On Forever

John sighed. "I guess..." He said, looking down. "I could always go to one of your schools..." He said.

"No, no. Go to the school you want. We have our lives to be together. It's not that long," Randy said.

John smiled. "I guess... wait, did you just imply you wanna spend your whole life with me?" He asked.

Randy nodded. "I did," he said with a smile.

John smiled blushed. "The feeling is mutual, believe me..." He said softly.

Randy smiled and kissed John before driving back to his house.

They returned, and walked up to John's room, his sisters gone thankfully. John flopped down on his bed, and pulled out a bunch of papers that were college applications.

Randy laid next to him and sighed, closing his eyes.

John sighed, filling out a bunch of applications, typing a bunch of essays for them on his laptop. John never relaxed... ever.

"John, take a break and lay with me," Randy mumbled, half asleep.

"I don't take breaks." John said, his hand cramping up from writing so much.

"John, take a break and lay down with me," Randy repeated.

John sighed and put his stuff away before laying down, his head on Randy's chest. "There, happy?"

Randy smiled and wrapped his arms around John. "Very," he said.

John smiled, slowly starting to drift off into unconsciousness.

Randy fell asleep, a small smile on his face.

John awoke the next morning. He cursed. He had his practice competition this morning and he over slept. He didn't have a whole lot of time to get read. He scrambled over Randy, waking him up in the process to get off the bed and get his stuff ready.

Randy grunted when John kneed him in the stomach. "Ow," he groaned.

"Sorry." John muttered as he got his stuff together. "Can you give me a ride to the gym before I'm late?" He asked frantically.

"Yeah," Randy nodded and got up, in nothing but boxers. "Lets go."

John blinked. "Babe, as much as I love seeing you half naked, you cannot go outside in just your boxers." He said, folding his arms.

"Why? I'm just dropping you off," Randy replied.

"Randy, it's freezing outside. Put your pants on." John said, shaking his head.

"Fine," Randy sighed, pulling on his jeans and his shirt.

John grabbed Randy's hand rushed to the truck. They were late and that was not a good thing when it came to his coaches.