A/N Ok so I'm gonna try and write a new(ish) story involving John/Iziah, and Raven/Randy. I'm hopin that it makes sense and if it doesn't then kindly over look it LOL Although I stick with my story, I'll write it how I want, LOL

And thank you to Cenarko1986 for the idea and Awesomeone21 for the support, Hopefully it pans out, anyways enjoy.

Chapter 1 Out of bed

"Iziah, please get out of bed" Raven pleaded with her twin, if Iziah stayed in bed any longer she would permantantly become apart of the matress.

"No" Iziah snuggled further under the covers, "I wanna stay here thank you very much"

Raven let out a sigh, for the past three months Iziah had been in bed, blocking out the world and abandoning her body's needs, Raven was pretty sure she could start to see growth on her sister's face. "Izzy you can't stay in bed all the time"

Iziah pulled the black covers back, her long hair every which way, those silver orbs that the twins shared all hard and un-relenting. "Why? Why do I have to get up?"

Raven stumbled for an answer, why her sister had to get up was a puzzling question in itself really.

"See, I don't remember a law that says I have to get up, so please fuck the hell off and let me wallow" Iziah pulled the blankets back over her head, flinging her legs around under the sheets so Raven would leave. Sighing Raven went up the basememnt steps and left her sister to wallow. Raven went to the kitchen and started making a coffee, she hated it when Iziah was that depressed, usually her attitude of 'kill them all and let God sort it out' made her fearless, but since that jerk swept in and ripped her beating heart from her chest, Iziah had decided to stay in bed until the world was a better place, or until it blew the hell up. There was one person that might be able to help her, but Raven hadn't heard from him in a few days, so obviously he was busy.

"Raven! Are you makin coffee!?" Iziah shouted up the stairs,

"Yes!"

"Can you bring me one!?"

"No! You want coffee then come up and get it!"

"Fine, don't worry about it!"

That only cemented how upset Izzy really was, Iziah never turned coffee, especially if coffee was made for her. Raven really didn't know what to do anymore, she was so desperate to get her sister out of bed she was tempted to get the hose and hose her out of bed. Loud bangs flew from her door as she lent against the ceramic bench thinking about how to get Iziah out of bed.

"Its open"

"How is she?" Randy asked, his handsome face nothing but concern, it looked weird to anyone looking in but Randy Orton, John Cena, and the Michales twins were the ultimate evidence that a friendship can weather through the darkest of storms. The four met when they were just brats, through death, heartache, storms and rainbows, twenty-seven years later, they were closer than ever. Everyone, including their parents, found it weird and hard to believe, they were all so different from each other it was any wonder how they were friends. Randy, shy and somewhat psycho. John, confident and out going. Raven the crazy train who played mother and Iziah, well that was a whole different kettle of fish that no one wanted to deal with.

"Not good Rand, I won't lie." Raven looked her friend in the face, "She ain't been out of bed for three months and it looks as though she won't be coming out any time soon"

Randy took a seat at the counter, his icy blue orbs burning on her silver orbs. "Why is she in bed anyways?"

"Because men need to die!" Iziah shouted, "How was the tour Randy!"

"Fine!"

Randy waited for more shouting, when nothing came he turned back to Raven, "So how are you going?"

"Can't complain, although Dad has been annoyin me"

Randy snorted "Yeah but at least you don't gotta work with him"

"I did remember,"

"All I remember is you were fired within the hour"

Raven slapped his arm, "I did that on purpose remember"

They laughed as a loud voice hollered down the street, Raven caught the words phone and now. Randy looked at her, guilt searing in his eyes. "I don't have it"

John burst in, heaving and sweating, he had been running for a while, running and screaming. "Give me my phone back fuck-wit. Hey Raven"

"Hi"

John looked back to Randy "Gimme my phone fuck-head"

"Randal, give him his phone"

Randy shot her an annoyed look but gave John his phone back. "There, happy now?"

"How is she?"

"Still in bed, and still not liking the world and hoping it explodes"

John went to the closed basement door and tapped on it softly, he had done this so much it was always going to be de-ja-vu.

"Raven, fuck off I'm fine!"

"Sorry but my breasts will never be that huge!"

"Aw its John! Fuck off!"

John shot a look at Raven, "Is it safe to go down there?"

Iziah, whose temper made Satan himself look a like pussy-cat made John weary about going to the psycho's lair, she was pretty much the loose cannon especially if she was hurting, evidently she was hurting right now.

"I went down but I still had the huntin knife just incase"

John took a short breath and opened the door. Down the basement steps bought familiarty, through the crazyness of life, going down those steps was normal. It was one of those odd things in life he didn't want to lose.

Iziah huddled further under the covers, her tiny hands clutching them so he couldn't grab them off.

"Izzy, why are you in bed?" John took a seat on the black covers, her tiny body shifting away slightly. His hand reached for her blankets, the softness sliding under his fingers. He pulled them back until Iziah was forced to come up for air, hair messy, eyes sad, even her tattoos seemed to of lost their shine. It litterly hurt his soul seeing her like that, despite her evil nature, deep down he knew better, Iziah did feel, sure the way she expressed it at times was wrong, but there was a sweet side to her.

"Honey why are you in bed?"

"I like my bed, its the only one that hasn't stabbed me in the back"

John couldn't help the hurt, "What exactly have I done?"

"You don't count, you're not a complete fuck-head"

John shuffled around until Iziah was pulled out of bed and was in his arms, her soft body moulded him perfectly. "What's wrong Izzy"

"Nothing"

"Except?"

Iziah sighed and looked up to his blue eyes, if there was any one person she could confide in no matter what, it was him. His eyes were comfort and safety, he wouldn't judge, he wouldn't laugh, he would just listen. "I'm not allowed"

"Allowed to what?"

She looked down and refused to say anymore, instead she pulled out of his grip and put herself straight into bed.

"Izzy please come out of bed and join us for dinner"

"Why?" Iziah asked popping her head back up, she had to admit she was more willing to listen to John than she was Raven, he knew all the right things to say, Raven would just get frustrated and pull out the damn hose.

"Because I've travelled many miles and many cities to spend some time with my favourite psychopath, and I'm not spending the week down here in bed"

"Then I guess you're outta luck aren't you superman"

John let out another sigh "Alright if thats the way you want it." He shuffled off his shoes and climbed in beside her, this wasn't new either, you can only imagine how the parents re-acted when they saw two young boys sharing beds with two young girls, espeically when it happened all the damn time. John and Randy were the only men not to be kicked out of the bed.

"Cena what are you doing?" Izzy demanded covering herself with the blanket, clothing wasn't exactly her favourite option right now.

"I guess we're stayin here. Randy! Rae! Put your pjs on, we're having a slumber party!"

"Don't you even fucking think about it Orton!" Iziah hollered out bringing out that deep laugh, looking at John she relented like she always did. "Alright Cena, you win. I'm comin"

John bounced out of the bed and up the stairs as Izzy yelled after him. "Tell Rae to put dinner on, cause I'm hungry!"

A/N Ok so thats the start, the feel I want (is that the right term?) is that the four are close and comfy, until those ever so confusing feelings and dreams start working their way to the surface, hopefully you guys enjoy!