Your Take On Forever

Randy was glad he had good conditioning when John grabbed his hand and ran. Randy got into the driver's seat, driving to the gym, going over the speed limit.

They arrived at the gym, five minutes late.
"Coach I'm sorr-"
Dave cut him off. "I don't wanna hear it!" He snapped and backhanded John across the face. "Now change then go on the rings." He growled lowly.

Randy jumped out of the truck, walking up to Dave and punching him square in the face. "You do not, and I repeat, do not, ever touch John again," he said before walking to Michael's office.

John bit his lip and hurried off to the lockeroom to change. He finished, stretched, and immediatly started his complicated, high level routine on the high bars.

Randy walked into Michael's office, not bothering to knock. Michael looked up.
"Ah. Randy. Long time no see," he said with a smiled, standing.
Randy nodded. "Yeah. Do you know what's been going on right under your nose?" he asked.
Michael made a face. "What?" he asked, confused.
"John Hennigan's coaches have been hitting him and starving him, and I'm not going to stand for that," Randy said, getting worked up.
"Okay, Randy, just clam down. I'll have a talk with-" Michael started, but was interrupted.
"No! I want him fired or I'm talking to my parents and we won't be donating anymore," Randy threatened.
Michael nodded. "Okay," he said.

John looked up when he saw Randy storm out of the office toward him. "What did you say to him?" He asked as he chalked up his hands.

"I told him what I needed to. Your coach is being fired as we speak," Randy said, pointing to where Dave and Micheal were standing.

John nodded. That was a relief. "Then who's gonna train me? Regionals are in two days." He said.

"You know your routine, don't you? I'll talk to Michael and have him hire a new one for tomorrow," Randy replied.

John sighed. "Yeah, I guess thats good. You gonna stay or leave?" He asked as he stood at the edge of the floor area, preparing to do his floor routine.

"I was planning on leaving, but if you want me to stay, I can. I got nothing to do," Randy replied.

John smiled slightly. "I... I want you to stay." He said softly before focusing on his routine. He ran and started. John performed at the highest level of difficulty. His moves were more fluid, artistic and graceful then the other men yet still consistant and hard and quick. But the gracefulness of his moves and flips is what earned him more points than the other men.

Randy smiled and sat in a nearby chair, watching John. John was amazing, even if he didn't like the sport.

John felt Randy's eyes on him. He turned his head, smiling and winking before doing a series of graceful, almost ballet-like moves followed by just as fluid flips.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Show off," he muttered, smiling.

John stuck his tongue out at Randy. "I heard that!" He chuckled before ending his routine, going over to the a table that was sitting next to Randy, and re-chalking his hands.

Randy smiled. He wanted to kiss John, but he didn't want to distract him.

John went to the high bars. This was his most difficult, and complex routine. He'd spent ages perfecting it over and over. He hoped this would get him the gold. John jumped up and began the graceful, yet quick and fluid routine.

Randy pulled out his iPhone, going on it and playing some games while John did his thing.

John finished a half hour later. He changed into his regular cloths before taking Randy's hand as they walked tot he truck. "Sorry if ya got a little bored watching me in there." He chuckled.

"That's fine," Randy said with a smile, getting in his truck and starting it.

John sighed, sinking down in his seat, falling asleep.

Randy chuckled when he noticed John fell asleep. He arrived back at Johns house, pulling him out and walking up to his room, laying him down.

John sighed in his sleep, pulling Randy down and curling up next to him with a small smile on his face.

Randy chuckled and held John close, closing his eyes.