Life As We All Knew It

"Yes, babe, I remember the song," Randy chuckled.

John chuckled. "Yeah... That song kinda made me horny.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Everything makes you horny. You and your teenager libido," Randy mumbled.

"I don't get horny at everything!" John said in denial.

"Yes you do. When we fight, when we're laying in bed, when you watch tv. Seriously, it's hard to keep up with you," Randy chuckled.

John blushed. "Yeah well... it'd not my fault your so sexy and irresistible." He said, trailing a finger down Randy's chest.

"John, I feel like shit. You aren't getting laid right now," Randy said.

"Yeah, I know." John said defectedly. "Wanna just cuddle then?"

"Yeah. Let's go lay down," Randy said, taking his hand and leading him upstairs.

John cuddled up to Randy in bed. He pulled Randy to his chest and drifted in and out of sleep.

Randy sighed, too sick to fall asleep. He knew he needed to go to the doctor soon.

John sighed. Tomorrow he'd have to take them both to the doctor. He hoped Randy was okay.

Randy looked at the time a while later, sighing when he saw it was dinner time.

John awoke and glanced at the time. "Wanna order takeout for dinner? I can't cook, I'm too tired..."

"Yeah," Randy said, also too tired to cook anything.

John nodded. "Wait till Gianna gets back from school..." He murmured before passing out again.

Randy frowned. "Why is she not back?" he asked.

John sighed and grabbed his cell phone, eyes still closed as he hit the speed dial. "Gianna, where are you?"
Gianna spoke frantically in the phone. "W-Well... I told your car, the 2011 Honda Acura NSX instead of Daddy's Maxima. Because of the plated gold and it made me look cool to drive it. But I... I crashed into a pole because I was distracted because this guy was beeping at me." He whimpered. John bolted up. "Are you okay?!"
Gianna sighed. "I'm fine... but you car... Well I'm at the tow yard and they just pulled it in the lot."
John's eyes twitched and he was up in an instant, getting dressed. "Don't. Move." He said and hung up as he grabbed his keys to his Porsche.

"Where are you going?" Randy asked groggily.

"Your daughter crashed my car." John hissed as he slipped on a sweatshirt.

"Whoa, whoa. She's my daughter because she crashed your car? No, I'm sorry, I don't think so. I may be a bit reckless, but I'm an amazing driver," Randy said, sitting up. "It's a fucking car, so calm down."

John raised a brow. "Oh really? Says the man you kissed his collection of Harley's better than he kissed his boyfriend. It's okay for you to be car obsessed and freak out when you get a little dent in it. But when our daughter crashes my car, then it doesn't matter. That's good to know." John hissed and stormed down to the garage. He couldn't believe how hypocritical Randy was being.

Randy rolled his eyes. He was not that bad with his cars. His Harleys, yes. Not his cars. Harleys were one of his passions, which is why he had so many and took such good care of them.

John got into his car and sped to the place where Gianna was with his car. He walked into the place, his face almost red he was so livid. "Gianna Marie Orton get your ass over here now!" He yelled.

Gianna nervously made her way over to her Mother. "I'm sorry, Mommy," she said quietly.