Your Take On Forever

John nodded. "Can... can you tell me why you did all those things to me? Like... what did I ever do to make you hate me so much?" He whisper, looking up at Randy.

"I never hated you. I was amazed at how openly gay you were. And then it made me angry because I was gay, too but I couldn't do that. So I took my frustrations out on you and for that I apologize," Randy said, looking John in the eyes the whole time.

John looked at him before biting his lip. "O-Oh..." He whispered. "I just... I fgured, I'd rather have everyone reject me for something I am, than accept me for something I'm not." He said quietly, moving closer to Randy. "You know you did a number on me... I go home crying everyday with bruises because of you and the rest of the school. My self esteem is non-esistant because what all of you say about me. Y-You made my life horrible... You made me wanna die... because I frustrated you..." He said, sniffling as he looked down.

"I am truly sorry, John. I don't know why I felt the need to be accepted, but I see now that's it's not important. I hope you can forgive me someday," Randy said.

John bit his lip. "I... I was never angry. Just hurt... I'm not lookung for an apology. I just wanna be happy..." He whispered.

Randy looked at him. "And I want to make you happy," he replied softly.

John smiled softly, looking down and blushing. "I knew you were a sweetheart under all the bullshit." He chuckled lightly.

Randy laughed loudly, a real laugh for the first time in years. "Yeah, that happens every couple years or so," he joked, his laughs calming to soft chuckles.

John chuckled himself, the sound sounding foreign to his ears. "Good to know." He chuckled before his stomach growled. "Sorry... I skip breakfast and barely ate lunch. Got any food in this place?"

"Of course. What do you want?" Randy asked, smiling at him.

John shrugged. "Anything really. But I'm lactose intolerant and I don't have my pills with me." He said, smiling slightly.

"Um... How about... Pasta with tomato sauce?" Randy asked. He was pretty sure that didn't have any lactose.

john thought for a second before nodding. "Yeah, I can eat that. Sounds good." He said with a smile.

Randy smiled and picked up a phone, explaining to the cook what he wanted. "Yeah, just put parmesan cheese on one and send 'em up. Thanks, Paul," he said and hung up, then looked at John with a smile.

John shook his head, chuckling. "What do your parents do that makes you rich enough to have your own chef?" He asked, laying back against the pillows.

"My mom is a model/actress and my dad is a wrestler," Randy replied and laid next to him.

John nodded. "My Daddy just retired from his position as General. And my Mommy trains the female division on an elite gymnastic team." He said, moving closer to Randy. "I train in the male division... obviously." He chuckled.

"I've seen you training," Randy said, running a hand through John's hair.

John frowned. "You have? When?" He asked. He trained in a private gym. He blushed a little at the thought of Randy watching him train. It was easier to perform in front of strangers than people he really knew.

"I have my ways," Randy replied. "You know that gym you train in?"

John nodded. "Yeah. Called 'The Rock'. Why?" He asked.

"My Dad is friends with the owner. I have a key to that place, just in case I need to work on some stuff after hours," Randy said.

John nodded. "Oh, wow. That's cool. Actually..." He glanced at the time. "I have to get to training after we ate." He said.

Randy nodded. The door opened and the food was brought in and placed in front of them. Randy smiled and thanked the servant before starting to eat his meal.

John started eating his food, which tasted amazing. When he finished, he set his plate aside, only eating half his meal. "Sorry I didn't finish it... I can't eat a full meal before training." He sighed.