Disclaimer: I do not own any characters depicted in this story.

Guys, just letting you all know, I am not fantastic at writing stories. This is my first one, and it probably sucks big time. Your criticism, both constructive and other, is welcome. Thank you for taking the time to read this. Enjoy! ~*~

The setting sun cast an orange hue against the evening sky. Cody sat in the windowsill, softly humming to himself as he awaited the return of Randy. Cody looked out the window, watching mothers usher their children inside. And with good timing, too. As the last few children parked their bikes near the stairs and scampered up the few steps that led into their homes, a loud roar of thunder rolled across the metropolitan area. This abrupt end to the impending silence caused Cody to change his glance upward. It, indeed, looked like a storm was threatening the area. The momentarily beautiful horizon darkened with building clouds. Cody jumped slightly as an ominous bolt of lightning tore across the sky, only to be followed seconds later by another roll of thunder. Rain droplets began to fall from the sinister-looking skies. Small raindrops landed on the bare skin of Cody's forearm. He brushed them off and pulled his knees closer to his chest, resting his head on his kneecaps. He glanced inside his hotel room at the clock on the wall. It was 6:42 p.m. Randy's never been out this long before, Cody thought to himself. Well, at least not without calling. Where could he be?

As if almost on cue, a car door below slammed with such a force that it sent small vibrations up to where Cody was sitting. Randy was home. And by the sound of it... He wasn't in a fantastic mood.

The door to the hotel room opened and shut loudly. Randy walked into the den carrying his duffle bag in one hand and his phone and keys in the other. He cast his bag into the easy chair in the corner of the room and threw the keys and phone on the coffee table. He plopped down on the couch and rubbed his aching temples.

"...Hey, Randy," Cody said, gently.

".. Hi," Randy replied.

"Is everything alright?" Cody asked.

"Yes," Randy said, getting annoyed.

"It doesn't sound li-"

"God, Cody!" Randy shouted, "We don't have to force small talk every time we pass! I just got in the fucking door! I've had a long and rough day! Just let me have a minute to breathe, here!"

"Yeah.. You must have had a really hard day," Cody retorted. "You go to the gym.. And seeing all the heavy machinery and doing all that exercise must have been so hard, huh?"

"At least I actually did something," Randy fired back. "You probably just stayed home all day and jerked off while I actually did something productive!"

"Randy... Where the hell is all this coming from?" Cody asked.

"All what?" Randy questioned.

"All this attitude. I only said 'hi' to you and asked you if you were alright, because you seemed upset. Geeze.. You act as though I stole something!"

"...You did steal something, actually," Randy said.

"What?" Cody asked, bewildered.

"Two years of my life," Randy stated. "You stole from me two precious years of my life.. Two years' worth of valuable time.. Wasted.. You took two years from me that I can't get back! You're like a leech. You've sucked the happy out of my life! But I guess that's okay with you.. I guess that's what makes you who you are."

"Feel better?" Cody asked, hurt.

"Yes, actually," Randy said. "But not much."

"I bet you've been holding that in for a while, huh?" Cody snapped.

"Much too long," Randy replied.

"So, I guess that everything we've gone through together is all just a big waste?" Cody asked. "The whole time we've been together.. It's all just been a twisted game for you to play? You're nothing but a player.. A filthy, run-of-the-mill player!"

"Don't hate the player, baby," Randy said, "hate the game."

"After all the love I gave you," Cody said. "After all the times we had made love.. After all the things that I sacrificed for you.. This is how you repay me.."

"Well," Randy said, "I will admit this.. You were a good fuck.. But, let's face it, kid.. There never has been any love between us.."

Cody's face burned with anger as tears feel from his eyes.

"Get the hell out of here!" Cody yelled. "Get the fuck out!"

"Gladly," Randy retorted.

Randy picked up his duffle bag, as though it were already packed and ready to go, and headed towards the door.

"Since we're being honest here," Randy said, "I think I'll go ahead and get this off my chest... I've been going behind your back with Teddy (Ted DiBiase, Jr.).

Randy stood for a few moments more, drinking in the sight of a broken Cody. The sight of this young man, breaking down in tears.. Looking so distraught.. But almost as quickly as he had broken down, he gathered himself together and glared into Randy's eyes.

"Well," Cody said, "I haven't exactly been the most faithful partner, either.. You see.. I've been going behind your back with Nicky (Dolph Ziggler) for the past six months."

Now it was Cody's turn to watch Randy's expression with a smug look on his face.

"Hmm... So, we're a couple of Tiger Woods, eh Codes?" Randy mused.

"Hole in one, Ran," Cody sneered.

Randy nodded as he opened the door and began to walk out. But as he stepped over the threshold, he turned back around and looked at Cody.

"Oh, one more thing," Randy said. "Get that lisp thing fixed there, Dusty.. If you're not careful, someone may get the wrong impression of you."

"Yeah," Cody said, "that I've been with you. And for so long, I've had to fake my infatuation for your Tootsie-Roll-sized cock!"

Cody slammed the door, but not without one last look on Randy's outraged and embarrassed face. A random wave of rage over-took Cody. He half-ran into the den and began to demolish the ripped books off the bookshelf and threw them half-hazardously across the room. He ripped posters from the wall and tore them all into shreds. Then, he came to a photo of himself and Randy that was taken of their one-year anniversary. He took the picture out of its frame and tore it down the middle.

"You are nothing to me," Cody said, fighting back the bitter tears.

He stumbled into the kitchen, trying to avoid all the objects that were now strewn across the once-clean floor, and got a bottle of Vodka. As he drank away the pain, he sang to himself.

"If happy-ever-afters still exist," he sang, "I would still be holding you like this... All those fairy tales are full of shit... One more fucking love.. song.. I'll be s-s-sick.."

He broke off, unable to keep his voice from shaking, and cried softly.

"This is good," Cody stated. "I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all..."

Just then, his phone began to ring.

"Nicky3"

It was Nicky. Cody stared at the screen for a moment or two, then pressed "Ignore Call".
"I love you," Cody said, "don't get me wrong... But my heart beats for another.. They say that home is where the heart is.. And you are not where my heart belongs... I'm so sorry, Nicky..."

And with that, Cody finished the bottle of alcohol. He placed a brief phone call to the manager at the front desk, saying that his stay in the hotel was wonderful, but he has to be going now. He left the keys to the room on the dining room table. Afterwards, Cody grabbed his duffel bag and filled it with some clothes, and a few other things. He picked up his car keys and phone and left the apartment, without looking back...

*This was my temporary home...

It's not where I belong..

Windows and rooms

that I'm passing through..

This was just a stop

On the way to where I'm going..

I'm not afraid because I know..

This was my temporary home.. *