Remind Me

John nodded shakily. "I'm trying Mike, I really am..." He sighed and picked at his food. He knew he should eat, as he skipped dinner last night due to his and Randy's fight. But he was loosing his appetite all over again.

Cena nodded slowly, getting the hint. "Right." He said softly and kissed Randy's temple. "Just relax babe." He whispered, rubbing his back soothingly before their food came.

Mike sighed when he saw how little Johnny ate. "Baby, you should eat. I know you don't want to, but it'll affect your wrestling. And I know you don't wanna mess up your job," he said.

Randy smiled and nodded. "I'll try my best," he said. He was usally fairly relaxed, but with all the stress, he just couldn't find it in him to relax.

John sighed. "I know, I know..." He murmured, looking down before resuming eating, forcing the rest of it down. He finished his plate before sinking down in the booth, not liking how he felt so full to the point where he felt sick.

Cena nodded, pressing one last to Randy's cheek before the started eating. He hoped Randy would be okay. And he hoped he could forget Johnny. He hated Johnny at this point for doing this to Randy.

Mike frowned whn he looked at Johnny, seeing that he looked uncomfortable. "You okay, baby? You seem sick," he said, feeling his forehead, though it wasn't warm. "You feel fine..." he trailed off.

Randy ate his food slowly, finishing it a while later. He hated feeling so bad, but John was helping him to forget about Johnny. Well, not forget about him. Move on from him. And that was what he needed.

Johnny shrugged a little. "I'm fine. I just... feel sick when I have a full meal." He sighed, resting his head against Mike's bicep. At least Mike was a lot more gentler with him eating. Randy would simply snap at him and tell him he didn't have a choice.

Cena finished his meal and paid for it before taking Randy's hand. "Let's go grab out stuff and head to the airport, yeah?" He said with a soft smile.

Mike nodded. "Alright. How about we get out of here and get to the airport? Our flight is soon," he said, looking down at his watch.

"Yeah," Randy said, nodding slightly. "I just wanna getaway," he added quietly, standing up.

Cena sighed. "I know babe. Let's go." He said softly, taking Randy's hand and going to get their bags. They got their stuff and headed to the airport. They went through everything before boarding the plane, almost groaning as he saw who also boarded the plane.

John wanted shoot himself as he saw Cena and his lov-... ex lover, sitting the in the row next to them on the plane. He clenched his jaw and ordered a glass of wine. "I swear, it's like the gods are forcing us together..." He grumbled.

Mike frowned when he saw John and Randy on flight. As if he hasn't done enough fucking damage, he thought as they sat down. Johnny ordered a glass of wine, and he didn't know about his drinking problem, so he didn't stop him.

When Randy saw Mike with husband - well, he was, since they were still married - he groaned. He didn't understand why he had to go through this. It was like he hadn't been put through enough in the course of his life.

John hadn't drank in so long. It felt good. He drank his wine. One glass turned to two. Two to three. Three to a Martini. A Martine to Scotch and so on... The room was spinning, his speech was slurred. He stood up to go the bathroom and stumbled his balance non existent.

Cena looked at Johnny, and wrinkled his nose. Damn drunk... He thought in annoyance. He didn't know what Randy ever saw in that hot mess. He glanced at Randy, feeling bad that his lover had to go through this pain.

Mike frowned when he saw how bad Johnny was. "Johnny? Babe, are you alright? Damn, how much did you have?" he asked, looking at the glasses and bottles he had. He got up, putting Johnny back in his seat. "I think you should just sit there until we land."

Randy saw how drunk Johnny was and got angry. After all the work he put into John getting better, that man had no right, no fucking right, to go and throw it all away after being sober for five years.

John giggled. "But I gotta peeeee!" He slurred, standing up again and stumbling into people's chairs and a couple flight attendants. He fell to the floor and laid in the middle of the isle, laughing like a maniac. "Anacondaaa!!!" He laughed, pointing at Randy and crawled, struggling to stand on his feet. John had definitely fallen off the wagon.

Cena looked at Johnny, bewildered at how the man was acting. The hell... he thought. He glanced at Randy and saw how pissed he was. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, not knowing of Johnny's problem either.

Mike frowned and quickly got up, picking up Johnny and bringing him to the bathroom. God, this was embrassasing. Johnny was so wasted, it was ridiculous.

"He has a fucking drinking problem that I fucking helped him get over and he's been fucking sober for five fucking years," Randy growled, obviously pissed.

John giggled and fell on top of the toilet lid. "Oopsy..." He chuckled, getting up and stumbling into the walls of the bathroom. "I gotsta peeeeee." He whined, barely being able to stand straight from lack of balance.

Cena nodded slowly, now understanding why Randy was pissed. But there was nothing he could do. Johnny wasn't Randy's problem. If the diva wanted to throw his life away, then so be it.

Mike sighed and stood Johnny up, pulling down his pants and helping him go to the bathroom. Well this is awkward, he thought.

Randy sighed. "I know he's not my problem, but the fact that I put so much time into helping him and for him to just throw that all away..." he trailed off, leaning his head on John's shoulder.

Johnny groaned as he finally was able to relive himself, practically falling back against Mike. He finished and he stumbled back towards his seat. but there was a bit of turbulence and John stumbled and fell... right into Randy's lap. "Oopsy." he slurred.

Cena's eyes went wide when Johnny fell right into Randy's lap. He didn't even know what to do. His first instinct was to ring the kid's neck, but he refrained form that, not wanting to get arrested.

Mike quickly pulled John from Randy's lap, knowing that even though Randy had let this man go, and he had never really really liked him anyway, that this couldn't be easy on Randy. He smiled apologectically and pulled John to his seat.

Randy was seething. He wanted to smack Johnny clear across the face. He looked at John, wanting him do something, anything to get him to calm down.

Cena bit his lip, not knowing how to calm Randy like Johnny always did. He rubbed Randy's back soothingly. "Baby, calm down... Ignore him." He said softly.

Johnny giggled and squirmed in his seat. "Gimme 'bother drink!" He demanded loudly, making grabby hands towards the bottle of Bacardi on the cart.

Randy calmed a bit, John's touch soothing. He closed his eyes and listened to John's voice, but he could still feel the anger. This was great, he was gonna be angry the whole flight and he had a lover who didn't know how to calm him down. He cast a look at Johnny, missing the way hecould calm him down in a few words.

"John, no. No more. You're wasted and making a damn fool of yourself. Just sit back and go to sleep," Mike said, his voice stern but still soft.

Johnny whined."I ain't not makin' a fool of m'self..." He slurred, swaying in his seat. In the sober part of his mind, he could remember how only Randy could handle him when he was drunk. "Let's do it in the fog..." He slurred.

John sighed and bit his lip. He felt a bit lost. Sure they had been best friends but he didn't know how to handle Randy's problems. It was something that.... Johnny... always took care of.

Randy looked at John. "Johnny, you're my best friend. You know that, right?" he asked him softly, taking his hand in his own.

Mike sighed. He gave up. He just leaned back and let Johnny make a damn fool of himself.

Johnny snuck a few more shots before he eventually passed. And he passed out cold, his breathing shallow, no movement at all.

Cena nodded. "Of course. And I always will be." He said softly, gently squeezing Randy's hand.

Randy smiled a bit and nodded at John. "Good," he said softly before leaning his head on John's shoulder and relaxing his body.

Mike sighed. He didn't know if he could deal with Johnny. He didn't know how Randy did it. He loved John to pieces, but he just didn't know if he could handle this.

When John woke up the plane landed and people were getting off. He didn't remember his little drunken episode. "What happened?" He groaned as they walked int the airport.

Cena had his arm around Randy's waist as they exited the plane and walked through the airport. He glanced over at Johnny and Mike, shaking his head before focusing on getting their bags.

"Don't worry about it," Mike said as they walked over to luggage claim, not wanting to go through what had happened.

Randy leaned against John, feeling tired. He just wanted to get to the hotel and relax for a while.

John sighed. "Did... di I drink?" He asked painfully. He'd shoot himself if he drank. Five years. Five years of being sober... down the drain...

Cena rubbed Randy's back, exhausted as well. When they arrived at the hotel, they immediately laid down, Cena spooning Randy from behind, holding him close.