Your Take On Forever

"Don't be. You did good. They give you a lot of food here. Trust me, I know," Randy said.

John sighed but smiled softly. "Okay. And when's the last time you were here?" He asked.

"A few weeks ago. I pulled a tendon and they had to make sure everything was okay," Randy said.

"Oh. I almost pulled a tendon once, on the still rings." John said.

Randy nodded. "I've had plenty of injuries because of football. And other things,: he said.

"I try not to get injured. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to compete..." He sighed.

"I'm sure if you heal right, you will," Randy said.

"But I missed Nationals... now gotta do everything over, if my sponsors still want me." John sighed.

Randy sighed. Then an idea popped in his head. "If they don't, you've got me," he said.

John blinked. "How are you going to sponsor me? I had Gatorade as my sponsor, my coaches will have a heart attack if they drop me..." He sighed.

"First off, you got new coaches. Second off, I have money up my wazoo," Randy said. "The Orton family isn't really unknown. Actress/model Alicia Orton, my mother and WWE wrestler, 'Cowboy' Bob Orton."

John's eyes brightened a little. "You'd really sponsor me?" He asked.

"Of course I would," Randy said, looking at him.

John smiled. "Thanks...." He said. ".....But it was Gatorade! Gatorade!" He whined.

"Gatorade isn't that good. I prefer Powerade," Randy said.

John blinked. "I don't like it either but they paid more than Powerade. And Coca Cola was sponsoring the rival team so they were off the list. And my coach said no for me to Pepsi which sucked ass..." He muttered.

"Pepsi is a disgrace to Cola everywhere," Randy said.

John chuckled. "Then what soda do you like?" He asked.

"Coke," Randy didn't hesitate in his answer.

John pouted. "Damn bastards sponsor the team in LA. I was on that team until I had to move and transfer..." He muttered.

Randy chuckled. "St. Loius is better than L.A. anyways," he said.

John chuckled. "Well, I'm from LA. I won States for them..." He said. "With all my sponsors I have to do advertisement. Appearances, commercials and all that shit... am I gonna have to advertise for anything?" He asked. He didn't mind advertising at all, though.

"Nope. Private endorsement," Randy said as if he had done this type of thing before.

John bit his lip. "Okay... And your Dad will be okay with this? What if by some sick twist of fate I go on a losing streak and..." John started ranting.

"John, stop. I'll talk to my Dad. He'll be fine with it," Randy said.