Your Take On Forever

John chuckled, realizing Randy had slept in his cloths. He grabbed his bag. "Okay. Want me to make you something to eat before we go?"

Randy shook his head. "Nope. It's fine," he said and walked out to his car.

John nodded and slid in the truck, resting his head against the window as they drove to school.

Randy drove quickly to school, parking and climbing out when they arrive. He waits for John at the end of the truck, looking around.

John took Randy's hand as thy walked into school, John not really paying any mind to the stares for once.

Randy wrapped and arm around John's waist, holding him close.

John smiled slightly. He went to his locker, grabbed his books before walking with Randy to math class.

Randy sighed and sat down, laying his head down and closing his eyes.

John glanced at Randy. "Babe, wake up..." He said as the teacher told them to write the notes on the board.

"No," Randy grumbled. He wanted sleep and he wanted it now.

John sighed. He wanted to wake him but decided against it. He took Randy's notebook and started writing the notes with both hands in both their notebooks, considering he was ambidextrous. It was just notes. He could do that for Randy.

Randy grumbled in his sleep, shifting slightly in his seat.

John rolled his eyes. The bell rang and John woke Randy up, tossing his notebook at him. "Here. Now get up."

Randy groaned and got up. He grabbed John's hand and quickly walked to their next class, falling back asleep.

John sighed, shaking his head. He whacked Randy upside the head. "Wake up!" He hissed quietly.

"Gah!" Randy yelled. "I need sleep for the game tonight!"

John rolled his eyes. "Fine!" He said, giving up. He took Randy's notes for him throughout the day school day, not saying a word to his lover.

Randy sighed as they walked to lunch. He had slept through the first 4 classes, catching up on his sleep. He walked into the lunch room and walked to the line, needing food.

They got their food, before sitting in their usual spot. John, like always, avoided the looks the other football players gave him and silently ate his lunch, pressed close to Randy.

Randy talked to John like he always did, and glanced at John like he always did, making sure he was okay.

John pushed around the food on his tray with a fork. He wasn't very hungry. He sighed and pushed his tray away slightly.

"John, please eat," Randy pleaded.

John looked at Randy. "But I... fine." He whimpered and forced the food in his mouth and down his throat. He didn't wanna mention he had a bit of an eating disorder.

Randy sighed and ran a hand over his face, looking back at his best friend.

"You guys alright?" Cena asked, eating his lunch.

"I don't even know," Randy sighed.

"You gonna be focused tonight? It's a big game," John said. Randy nodded.

"I'll be fine," he said. Cena nodded.

John glanced down at his food then back at Randy. "I'll be right back." He said, kissing Randy's cheek and walking tot he bathroom, praying no one would follow him.