(Behind Blue Eyes)
John is looking at Randy, he's is sleeping like a baby.
I don't understand, one minute you hate me and the next I'm okay? Does this mean something, or are you just beside me to get warmed up? I'm confused. I know I want you, but I'm not sure if you want me too? John, what are you thinking? Of course he doesn't want you. Randy is straight, as straight as possible… And even if he wasn't, why would he fall for you? You're not his type. Jericho is more likely than you.
John's thoughts get interrupted by Randy who is moving closer. His body is warm, really warm, so John starts to wonder if he's getting sick. He can feel Randys breathe against his neck; it's giving him goose bumps. Randy better not come closer, if he doesn't want to feel Johns huge boner.
"Stop… Don't…" Randy mumbles in his sleep. He's sounding upset… Afraid?
Randy grab Johns t-shirt by the sleeves, his hold is tight. Is he having a bad dream?
"Wrong… Why me?"
John shakes Randy carefully.
"Randy, wake up?" He whispers.
"Don't touch me!"Randy screams, starting to kick and hit John.
"Damn it Randy, wake up!"
Randy shut his eyes wide open. He pushes himself away from John to the other end of the car.
"Randy calm down, what happened man?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You where having some kind of bad dream?"
"I don't remember?"
"You're shaking?"
"No I'm not?"
"Randy shut up, come over here again."
"What are you trying to John!?"
"What!?"
"I know what you are trying to do! Just keep away, okay!"
"Wha? Randy are you okay?"
"Of course I am? Why shouldn't I?! I'm great, never better!"
John shakes his head abandoning: "Whatever…"
Randy glares at John, his eyes filled with fear.
"Do you feel delirious?" John says, starting to get a little worried about the younger man.
"I'm fine!"
"Randy calm down!"
"I am down!"
"Sit still…" John crawls towards Randy, his eyes I wide open and his breathing is too fast.
John puts his hand on Randys forehead.
"Randy you're burning?"
Randy pushes Johns hand away: "I said I'm fine."
"You're not, you're sick."
"I don't care, we can't do anything anyways."
"We need to keep you warm, so your fever won't get worse."
John grabs the blanket and fast he wraps Randy into it.
Randy is still a little upset, but not as much as before.
John crawls over the backrest and he finds the rag Randy uses to remove steam from the windows with. There's some water left from yesterday in the plastic cup, so he dips the rag in it and then he crawls back to Randy.
"Lie down," John orders Randy.
"Why?"
"Just do it Randy!"
Randy gets a little scared of John and he does as he says.
"Rest your head in my lap."
"What?!"
"Do you see any pillows?!"
"No…"
"Good, then do it."
Randy does as he says, John is just thankful that his buddy understood that it wasn't time to come out and play.
John places the wet rag on Randys forehead.
"This should cool you off."
There are silences for a minute. Randy wants to apologize to John, but something is holding him back from doing it.
"Thanks John…" Randy says instead.
"You're welcome… Try to get some sleep."
"I can't…"
"Why not?"
"We haven't done much else than sleep for the past couple of days?"
"I know, but please try. You'll get better sooner then."
"Why don't you ever get mad at me?"
"I do?"
"No? You yell at me… But you aren't really mad."
"Maybe it's because I don't see any reason why I should get mad?"
"You know that's not true."
"I don't like to be mad, nothing wrong about that?"
"Sometimes it's good to get mad, to get all the anger out. You'll feel better after."
"I'm not angry?"
"How can you not be? I mean… Look at us… Look at the whole situation. Doesn't it piss you if just a little bit? Don't I piss you of?"
"Not really."
"Okay, now you're pissing ME of."
"Randy?"
"Yeah?"
"Close your eyes and sleep… Now…"
"Will you sing for me?"
"What?"
"I like your voice… It's nice and calm. Relaxing."
John hadn't expected that from Randy.
"I don't think I can?"
"Yes you can, you're good at it."
"I'm a rapper, not a singer."
"Try and then I'll be the judge."
"What should I sing?"
"Whatever you want too."
John sits for a little, he really doesn't want to sing, but if that's what it takes to get Randy to relax, then he'll do it.
"No one knows what it's like, to be the bad man, to be the sad man…"
Randy shrinks himself together and closes his eyes. A little smile is now showing over his lips.
"And no one knows what it's like, to be hate. I don't remember the next line," John sings.
Randy laughs softly and John smiles and continues singing.
A small snoring sound starts after a while. John stops singing and looks down on Randy. He's sleeping. John strokes Randy over his hair and smiles almost paternal as he studies him in his sleep.
You're my sleeping beauty. John sighs and he loses his smile, only that I cannot kiss you.
(Thank you for reading and reviewing (: I got a little stuck in the story, but i think i'm back on track now! The song John is singing, is Behind blue eyes by Limp bizkit.)