I know.
Fluff? Not me. Though I tried. I tried so very hard with this one.
Meet Me Here Tonight
It's around midnight.
John Cena stands by the bridge with a bottle of alcohol and sits on the edge, looking down at the water.
The water's all pure and crystal and the contents of the whiskey bottle's all glistening by the moonlight that's hung low into the sky.
"Listen, if we're still like each other twenty years later, we meet up by the bridge at midnight."
It's a promise that's sealed and kept inside of John's heart. He knows it all too well. He reminds himself every year at the same date. He'd been sorrowfully in love with Randy Orton since the day he'd seen his face in the park, that beautiful pale face, with those blue eyes that just shine so brightly at the faint hint of sunshine that bubbles through them, and as John's fingers twirl around the cap of the bottle of alcohol, he takes it off, smelling the sweet scent of whiskey.
He shouldn't have come here.
He knows that Randy won't remember a silly little saying they've said two years ago, and looking down at his clothes, a black suit, with a silky red tie, and he looks better than he has when he had gotten married, and his blue eyes are glistening so deeply by the moon's light.
The water's eerie.
No sound comes from anywhere and John decides to take a swig of whiskey. That's why he brought it the first place. To get drunk and probably fall from the water and wake up in the morning with a blacked out memory.
That's what he intended to do.
It's around two o'clock at night.
John had only taken two spits of alcohol and had been staring at the lake most of the time, just to see his reflection there and when he decides that Randy's no way in hell coming, he stands up and is prepared to leave, just when he's bumped into another person and as John sees the look on Randy's face.
They don't even need words.
Randy's face softens.
He drops the heart red chocolate box in his hand and John drops the whiskey bottle and both of them know – just know that they've come here for one thing – to watch the lake and drown their sorrows.
And in a moment, both of them press their lips against each other. Randy tastes the faint taste of alcohol in John's lips and John tastes the soft, sweet taste of chocolate in Randy's mouth, and as they pull off, their eyes just lock towards each other as Randy's head falls to John's chest.
"You showed up." John finally said, still confused.
"I didn't think you would so I took my time," Randy explains, and he licks the aftertaste of alcohol.
The alcohol bottle and box of chocolates are left forgotten.
Short.
Because I'm no good at fluff.
This proves it.
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;) Sam