So, this is just a cute little fluffy oneshot. Randy/Johnny is one of my OTPs and I had to write this for my girlfriend:)

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Enjoy my loves!

"Babes, put down the mirror." Randy ordered.

John had some sort of addiction to looking in the mirror, fussing with his hair and looks 24/7. Randy loved John to death, but he needed to cut down on the vain shit. He didn't need to look in the mirror all the time. For once, Randy wished John would put the mirror down and look at him instead of his reflection.

John held up a finger, still looking in the mirror. "Hold on... I think I see a grey hair." He trailed off.

"John, you 31 years old! You do not have grey hair! Your looks are perfect, now put down the damn mirror." Randy growled.

John scowled. "No." He said, turning away from Randy so he could stare at himself and fuss with his hair in peace.

He liked looking in the mirror, and loved what he saw staring back at him. John loved his expensive cloths, his foriegn hair products, and lacy little thongs. He knew Randy hated his conceited side but... John couldn't help it. He just wanted look perfect. Perfect for Randy. And while Randy told him time and time agian perfection didn't exist, John did his damnedest to try and achieve it.

Randy rolled his eyes and shook his head, laying down on their bed in the hotel room. He was so close to taking that mirror and smashing it against a wall it wasn't even funny.

"Babes, look at me." Randy said softly.

Johnbit his lip stubbornly. "No..."

"Yes."

"No, Randal." John huffed.

"Yes, Jonathan." Randy replied, mimicking John's tone.

"No-" John was cut off when Randy took his mirror and locked it in his suitcase.

John frowned. "You ass, I need that!" He shrieked, almost lunging over Randy to try and unlock the suitcase. Randy rolled his eyes pulled John back. "John, I love you but you need to stop this." He said firmly, setting John down next to him on the bed.

John ran a hand though his hair. "But I... you don't get it! I just... I wanna be perfect. For you. I've been dumped in the past for the littlest things. I just don't want you leaving me because I'm not perfect." He said.

Randy looked at him. "John, you really must be a true blond. Because that it stupid. I could never leave you just because you have flaws. We all have flaws, John. I have mine, and you have yours. Maybe you should work at the inner flaws instead of the outer ones though." He said, wrapping his arms around John and pulling him into his lap.

"I know, I know..." He sighed. "Your right."

Randy nodded. "I know I am. And I would never, for the life of me, leave you. Ever. Even if you killed someone, or Starship Pained my grandmother, I would still be here." He said, kissing John's cheek.

John looked up at him. "I love you, you know that?"

Randy smirked a little. "Oh, I know. I love you too." He said.

John rolled his eyes. "And I'm the cocky one." he chuckled and pushed Randy down on his back and straddled his wist. He smiled as he felt Randy start to unbotton his pants.

Randy kissed John again. Yes, John had his flaws. And he wasn't perfect. But he sure as hell was perfect for Randy.

Well, I hoped you enjoyed it. Not my best but I had to get this on paper. SO please, REVIEW!