John was silent for a moment and then he finally asked, "Will we be travelling to work together?"

"No, I will have to go in early anyway," Randy sat up a bit straight on his chair by his desk. "I'll leave the car if you want."

"Hmmm," John was feeling a bit uneasy about this.

Randy blinked at him in wonder. "Didn't you like driving my Prosche?" Randy asked him with curiousity in his cold eyes.

John sighed in annoyance at Randy being so oblivious to what he was trying to say to him. "That is not the point, Randy," he replied softly. "I'm worried about what everyone would think if I were to turn up in your car. They would probably think the only reason that I got a job there is because I'm sleeping with you..."

Randy looked at him, unfazed. "And that bothers you?" he asked coldly.

"Yes, it does," John was a bit weary of Randy's tone of voice. "I want to learn to stand on my own two feet at my job."

Randy chuckled but it lacked humor in his laugh and this scared John a bit. "Well, that does not surprise me..." He said tiredly. "You should go to bed, John."

John nodded slowly. "Okay," he said nervously. "Good night."

Randy frowned and poured himself a glass of vodka. "Yes, it is night," John was able to hear him mutter as he wandered past him and out of the room. "But there is never anything good about it at all."

The next morning

John woke up to the sound of Randy's car driving away from the house and John glanced over at his clock. It was 6:00 AM and John was surprised that Randy was not kidding about being early to work. John got up and started to get ready for his first day at work. He was nervous and terrified of what everyone would think of him there. John remembered that he had to be at work at eight-thirty and he wouldn't be able to bear being late at his first day of work. He didn't want to see the smug look on Randy's face if he wasn't there on time.

Adam was alone in the kitchen when John came downstairs and entered the room.

Adam blinked in surprise when he saw John. "Johnny, what did you do to your hair?" he asked with a calm smile.

John blushed a little shyly. "Um, do you like it, Addy?" he asked him nervously.

"Yeah, it looks amazing!" he replied kindly. "Oh, by the way, you will be needing a raincoat, Johnny," the blond man said as he put down a plate of scrambled eggs on the table and watched John sit down to eat.

"Thank you very much for the breakfast, Addy," John beamed at him as he ate a mouthful of scrambled eggs. "Raincoat? What on earth for?"

Adam pointed to a note that had a stack of coins beside it on the table and John picked up the note to read it:

This is the bus timetable. The nearest stop is 600 meters from the house. Have a good ride - R. P.S. I'll be instructing the pay office to deduct the bus fare from your wages.

John wanted to laugh. The bus, huh? he thought with a small smile. Was he thinking that I would shy away from taking the bus?

He rose from the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, before turning to Adam and gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you again, Addy. I have to get going now."

"Are you really okay with taking the bus?" Adam asked with a bit of concern in his tone of voice.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," John nodded. "You don't have to worry about me, Addy."

"Okay," Adam said, smiling. "You will be able to find a coat and an umbrella in the hall cupboard."

"That's perfect! Thank you!" John called to him as he rushed to the cupboard before leaving.

John knew that Randy was up to something and he was not going to give Randy the satisfaction of beating him down...

At work

Randy wandered over to the reception area on the dot at eight-thirty.

"Have there been any signs of Mr Cena?" he asked Shawn Michaels who was the receptionist.

"Yes, sir," Shawn said, smiling at his boss. "He has been here for ten minutes. Chris Jericho-Brooks is showing him around."

He's early? he thought in shock. I was not expecting that at all. John sure is full of surprises...

"Thank you, Shawn," Randy said politely. "I'll go and see if I can find them."

"They are possibly in the accounts area," Shawn told him cheerfully.

Randy was sure that he heard laughter as he made his way to the accounts area and he entered the department to see a crowd of staff around a desk.

Randy frowned a little and the laughter was sickening to him. He saw John and Chris, his best friend sitting beside one another and Chris was caressing John's arm gently.

Randy felt a feeling that he never thought he would feel again.

Jealousy...

"Is everything under control here?" Randy asked suddenly, making the staff look over at him and Chris moved his hand away from John.

"We are all doing fine here, Randy," Chris smiled nervously and moved himself away from the group of people. "I really think that John would be able to fit in here perfectly."

"That is good to know, Chris," Randy muttered at his best friend, still feeling jealous and he turned his attention to the group of staff. "But does it take you all to really train him?"

One by one all of the staff made their way back to their work stations, leaving just John and Chris with Randy.

Chris was looking at Randy with a nervous look on his face.

"I am very glad that you have got here on time, John." Randy said and he saw that John looked a bit embarrassed.

"Did you think that I would have any trouble-" John hesitated a little. "-Sir?"

Randy took a deep breath and give him a grim, cold smile. "Your performance at work here is not a popularity contest, you know that, right?" he said coldly while folding his arms across his chest.

"I am very aware of this, sir," John bit his lip.

"Just call me Randy here, John," Randy's face softened a little.

John smiled at him and there was a moment of silence. Chris was standing beside them who was looking at one to the other with a very uneasy look on his face.

"Oh, well," Randy was feeling uncomfortable. "I really shouldn't keep you both from your work."

John nodded and continued to smile. Randy glared at Chris and Chris gulped quietly. Then Randy left and wandered into his office, trying to calm himself down.

They were flirting in front of me, Randy thought in anger. My best friend and John. Why the hell do I feel so jealous?

Randy sighed softly. If John wanted to flirt with others then that was fine with Randy. He just felt uncomfortable with it being with his best friend who was happily married to Phil and they have a beautiful daughter together.

Randy sighed again and picked up his phone off the table to call someone special...

I hope you guys will enjoy! :) Who do you guys think Randy is calling? :)