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"What's up with you?" Paul asked as he sat himself down beside me. I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, this is getting irritating. We're leaving tomorrow, and I don't feel like going through this the entire tour. Whatever's wrong with you and Randy please fix it."

I looked at him, I wasn't sure if I was pissed off at him or what. "What if I told you nothing was wrong?" I snapped.

"Then I'd tell you to go shit yourself and come back when you really wanna be a man and confront whatever fucking problem you're dealing with." Paul stood up to leave. I don't know why I grabbed his sleeve, but I did. I needed to tell someone. It was eating me inside, I just couldn't take it anymore.

He turned, raising an eyebrow expectantly. I let go of him. How do I tell him? I'm in love with Randy? Randy hates me? We're probably going to be breaking up one of the most important things in your life? Nope. Don't think so.

"Nothing…it's nothing," My eyes lowered to the floor, shamefully. Why was I ashamed?

"Come on, tell me. I'm here," Paul's tone softened as he sat back down.

"No no," I was shaking my head. I'm not going to tell you Paul. Please don't make me. You'll hate me. "I…it's nothing, you wouldn't be interested."

"Would I be here if I wasn't? Come on buddy I'm here for you." No Paul… please. "Don't give me that look, I wanna know what's going on."

I sighed heavily, no matter what, Paul always gets his way.

"Paul…it's really hard for me to-I…Paul, I-…"

"Take your time," My heart beat so fast against my chest, I was having a hard time breathing. Why couldn't I get it out? Oh, right…he'd hate me. My hands were sweating, I felt like a kid.

"No , it's more than that…I just…I can't tell you," Wow John, make anymore sense and you won't even have to speak soon, you could do it all telepathically.

"Can't tell me? What can't you tell me?" Paul's brow furrowed. He's getting nervous and uptight. Shit. Not what I need.

"No I mean…" I sighed. Was I really gonna do this? "I'm…Paul….I'm…"

"What? You're what?"

"Stop interrupting me, let me get it out." I was getting frustrated, feeling tears burning the back of my eyes. I didn't need this. I didn't need to tell him.

"I'm sorry, really, I am…I'm just worried." I do want his opinion though. He's always given me good advice. I need it. I don't know what to do. Who else could I turn to that won't turn their back on me?

I raised my eyes to meet his. "Paul…you're so completely in love with Stephanie, right?"

Paul nodded, not entirely sure where I was going with this. "With your entire heart, body, mind and soul?" He nodded once more.

"What would you do if for some reason you couldn't be together? Something was holding you back. What can you do?"

He smiled, his worried frown relaxing slightly. Probably thinking about Stephanie, "I would do anything I could to be with her. Whatever it took. Whether it meant to leave what I love most, to fly to the moon or anything, I would do it."

That's not what I meant. "And what if…she…okay, just for a second, think about it she didn't love you back…and you couldn't be together. What would you do then?"

"I'd be fucked," He said simply. Not wanting to look further into it. Stubborn ass as Paul.

"I need a little more than that,"

"Like what? What does this have to do with Randy and you fighting?"

"It doesn't," I lied, "I just…I need to know. It's partly why I'm mad and upset."

He nodded and thought for a bit. I nervously bit my thumbnail. What if he told me something I didn't want to hear. I think I'm falling apart inside. I just, I need the pain to go away.

"Don't cry man, whatever it is we'll work it out," Paul grabbed me into a tight hug. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I collapsed into his arms and let it out. I've been doing it so often lately that I'm tired of being ashamed. I just don't care anymore. The pain…in my heart, it just has to go away. What did I do to deserve this? I can't take this anymore.

I knocked on the door, watching as my hand shook. I was actually beginning to get fascinated when the door swung open. My heart sped up, just the sight of him made my heart skip a beat, my whole world lighten. He went to close the door but I stuck my foot in the door.

"John…" Randy warned.

"Randy…" I countered.

He glared at me, expecting me to shrink away, but I made up my mind. I needed to talk to him. I couldn't live like this.

"Go. Away." He growled.

"What? You're afraid I'll seduce you?" I smirked.

Randy glared one more time and let go of the door, walking to his bed. As if to prove a point that he knew I wouldn't be able too. And that's exactly why I did it…I knew him too well.

"Well?" Randy asked childishly crossing his arms.

"Well what?"

"Stop it. I don't want to be around you anymore then I have to be," Randy seethed. Man he really was mad. But usually, when he's like that, he's more hurt than mad. I needed to talk to him. Now.

I sat next to him. He stood up and walked to the other side of the room. Ass. Homophobic. I turned to him, "Randy, why are you disgusted in me?" Wow. I can't believe I actually voiced it.

And now that I think of it, where did all the confidence come? Just a couple of hours ago I was bawling hysterically. I think it was his presence, it brought me strength.

He looked at me incredulously, as if I should already know the answer. "I don't know. Maybe my best friend is gay? He forgot to mention it to me? And guess what? I certainly found out who he was dreaming of fucking! Way to break it to me!"

I flinched. That was really loud. A little too loud. He seemed to have noticed it too, and cursed silently. "We were imitating…making fun or something, of a soap…if anyone asks, okay?"

"That would mean we made up,"

"Around the others, fine." Randy growled.

"Fine."

He sighed loudly and turned around, occupying himself with something at the counter. He looked good, even from the back…especially from the back. My eyes lowered slowly down his frame. Damn…

"Eyes up," he warned, not even looking at me.

I swallowed, trying to adjust the strain in my pants. "Randy, please…can I tell you something?"

Randy whipped around, "what? Now are you going to tell me you're having a baby, and the father's Pauls?"

I ignored that, really hard…but I did. "Randy…I was going to tell you that night…"

He rolled his eyes and turned back to the table, "No Randy, I'm serious. I thought that if anyone would understand, it would be you. I need someone to talk to. I don't think you understand how hard this is for me. I need you. Fuck Randy, why do you have to be like this?"

He stopped doing whatever he was doing. Maybe I'd gotten through to him. "Randy, I need your friendship now more that anything. I'm so sorry. I never meant for anything to happen. I swear," I tried again.

He turned around slowly, eyes as cold as ice. Maybe I didn't. "John, I don't think you'll ever be getting my friendship in anyway shape or form again. Now Leave. Goodbye Cena,"

The tears burned in my eyes, and I didn't care that Randy was going to witness me break down. He didn't care about anything else, so why should I? Fuck, I wish it was that easy. I knew what he meant. I knew what the fuck he meant when he said goodbye Cena. That was a homophobic pig turning his back on me.

I took the nearest thing beside me and gripped it with a force I never imagine possible. I threw it against the mirror right next to him, and watched as it shattered. "FUCK YOU ORTON!" I screamed. He flinched. He actually flinched. He looked hurt. But not nearly as much, not even a tenth as much as the pain I felt. I stormed across the room and swung open the door.

"We need to talk,"

Shit.