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I don't know why I even care;

Cause I'm never really there.

"Hi, baby." Randy smiles at John as he wakes up. "Hi." John mumbles, averting his eyes from Randy.

"What's wrong?" Randy asks, running a hand down John's face. "I…" John doesn't know what to say. "Tell me. What's wrong?" Randy asks again. "Nothing. Where's my clothes?" John asks, climbing out of the bed.

Randy doesn't answer, simply because he doesn't know. He just threw them where he may last night. John walks around the room gathering up and pulling on his clothes, while Randy just lays there admiring John's perfect body. Once John gets his last article of clothing on, Randy climbs out of bed and pulls on his shorts.

"I think I'm going to go." John mumbles. "Oh…" Randy mumbles. "Bye." John says, then runs out of the room.

Randy collapses back onto the bed. "How'd I fuck up the entire morning in the course of a few seconds?" Randy asks himself, groaning in anger.

He doesn't understand how he's supposed to get through to John. He doesn't understand how he's supposed to convey his feelings to John. John knows exactly how he feels about him. They were in a relationship for 3, almost 4 years, for fucks sake! Randy can't understand what more John wants from him. He's done everything he possibly can! Well…at least…he's doing everything he can to get him back.

During the relationship, however, he probably could have done a lot, lot more.

"Hey, baby. Where are you?" John asks as soon as Randy picks up the phone. "Oh, baby, hey, I'm at the bar with some of the guys! Where are you?" Randy asks. "I'm at the hotel, waiting on you. Why didn't you tell me you were going out?" John asks. "Because I ain't gotta answer to you!" Randy laughs. "Ran—" Randy cuts off John, "Look, Johnny, you're killing the mood, alright? I'll see you when I get back." Randy says, then hangs up the phone.

"Johnny, where are you?!" Randy yells out as he walks into the hotel suite. "Jooohnny!" Randy calls out with a sing-songy voice, walking around the suite trying to find John. After checking every inch of the place he could, he finally found John hiding in the bathroom. "What's your ass doing in here? You hiding from me, John?" Randy snatches John up. "No, no, I swear!" John quickly says. "And now you're lying to me? Oh, you're just a very, very bad boy tonight. Bad boys need to be punished." Randy hisses, then jerks John into the bedroom. He pushes him on the bed and begins stripping down. "Randy, please stop. Please don't." John pleads. "Don't worry, baby. You're going to love it." Randy chuckles, then throws himself down on John.

"What's up, Cody?" Randy asks as Cody takes a seat next to Randy on the bench of Randy and John's shared locker room. "Nothing. Just wanted to see what you're doing." Cody smiles, getting a little too close to Randy. "Just relaxing before the show." Randy explains. "Where's John?" Cody asks, looking around. "Went to grab lunch." Randy answers. "Want some company till he gets back?" Cody asks. "Sure." Randy smirks. "Okay. Shouldn't you be doing your shoulder workouts?" Cody asks, rubbing at Randy's shoulders. "Yeah, but I'll get to it." Randy swears. "Well I'll help you out till then." Cody smiles, then hops off the bench to climb behind Randy. He begins massaging his shoulders to help. Randy groans out at the feeling. "Does that feel good?" Cody asks. "Feels great, Codz." Randy replies. "Good." Cody smirks, then works his hands down and around Randy to his chest. "Hey, baby, I'm g—" John walks in to see Cody and Randy, and just about drops his food, memories of Randy's infidelity flooding back. His eyes go wide and Randy looks up in shock. "Johnny, I—" Randy tries to speak, but John just shakes his head. "It's okay. I'm just gonna go eat with Stu." John mumbles, then quickly leaves.

"Randy?" John calls out after Randy answers the phone. "Yeah, babe?" Randy asks. "Where are you? Why aren't you here?" John asks. "What do you mean, why? Because I don't want to be. I'm out shootin' pool with Ted and some of the other guys." Randy explains. "But…but don't you remember what today is?" John asks. "Uh, Wednesday?" Randy replies. "It's our anniversary, Randy." John sighs. "Oh. Damn, I forgot. Look, I'll bring you back some food, okay? I'll pick up some flowers and shit too. I'll be back when this game is over, I've got money on it." Randy explains. "What are you talking about? You're not going to come now? Randy, I got us dinner and stuff!" John yells. "Well keep it warm, I'll be home soon. It's my turn, I've got to go." Randy hangs up.

"I hate you, Randy! You treat me like crap!" John yells, then throws a vase at Randy. "Throw something again, bitch! I'll really make you fucking hate me!" Randy yells, throwing a glass plate John's way. "Why do you do this to me? Why do you treat me this way?" John asks, tears streaming down his eyes. "I don't do shit to you! You're just fucking clingy and over-fucking-dramatic!" Randy yells back. "I can't do this. I can't take this anymore." John whispers, then walks to the bedroom. Randy follows, rolling his eyes. "And what the fuck are you going to do about it?" Randy asks. "I'm leaving. I can't take it anymore." John says. "Then get the fuck out, bitch!" Randy yells, then begins fligging John's things out the doorway as John cries harder.

"I was horrible. I don't know how he stayed with me for so long. I can't believe I did all those things and never noticed myself doing it. How could I be so horrible to him?" Randy says, thinking out-loud.


A/N: Insight on their past! We're learning ;). Again, welcome new readers! Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter! Thanks for reading :)