John parked his car in his and Randy's new driveway. He got out, got his suitcase out of the trunk, and started walking towards the front door. He stopped a couple feet from the steps. Looking at the house, seeing the welcoming lights inside, John couldn't help but to smile. His heart started beating just thinking about seeing Randy after the days apart.
Opening the front door, John stared in amazement. Against the wall was a cabinet with a mirror hanging above it. There was a vase full of flowers sitting in the middle. The coat closet was on the opposite wall. When John opened that up, he found that it was full of their coats and a few of their other belongings. The staircase was clean and shining. The living room looked immaculate. Everything was in perfect order.
John put his things down on the floor and continued to explore their new, now furnished home. When John got to the kitchen, he wasn't surprised to see pots on the stove. The smell of the food made his mouth water. Looking around, John saw that all of Randy's kitchen appliances were in their own place on the counters. They were also shining, thanks to Randy's continuous clean up while he cooked.
A thump could be heard from upstairs. Randy's sudden string of curse words followed immediately after. John ran upstairs and let the profanities lead him to Randy. When John reached the bedroom, he saw Randy on the bed with a broom in his hand.
"Randy, what's wrong?"
"Spider, John! Kill the mother fucking spider!" Randy shrieked.
"Are you serious? Where is it?"
"There!" Randy started pointing.
"I have absolutely no idea where you are pointing to, Randy. There is a whole lot of floor there." John said, shaking his head.
"John, it's right there!"
"Again, you are pointing to the entire floor." John started walking to the bed where Randy was at, using the broom as a weapon. "I don't see it."
Suddenly Randy breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off the bed.
"Oh, thank God. You just killed it."
John looked at the ground then lifted a foot. Nasty spider bits were on the floor.
"It appears so."
"I don't know what I would have done if you didn't show up. I was on that bed for over an hour. The damn thing came from the ceiling. We should have made sure we didn't have a bug problem before we bought the house." Randy said, shaking his head.
"Babe, it was one spider. When we start seeing a lot more that's when we . . ." John trailed off and started incredulously at Randy. "Hang on; did you just say you were standing on the bed with a broom in your hands for over an hour?
"Some spiders are poisonous, John! I don't know what kind of spider that is. I wasn't going to risk my life and future. Besides . . . I kind of knew you'd be home soon so you could come to my aid." Randy smirked. He walked over to John and kissed him.
John smiled into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Randy's waist and pulled him against his body. When the kiss was broke, they both just hugged each other, relishing in being together again, loving the way they fit perfectly against each other.
"I missed you." John whispered against Randy's neck.
"I missed you so much, John." Randy said, kissing John's neck. He pulled away and took John's hand. "Come on, I have dinner on the stove for you."
"You know, babe, you don't have to cook me a huge meal. It's like two thirty in the morning. A sandwich and you by my side is all I really need."
"Nonsense, John. There is no such thing as a sandwich in this house now."
When they go in the kitchen, Randy pushed John into a stool at the island and started filling John's plate up with eggs, bacon, and a biscuit. After setting the plate down in front of John, Randy went to the fridge and brought a glass of orange juice to the island. He sat down across from John.
John took a bite and almost melted into the island. Every bite tasted so scrumptious. The eggs were hot and creamy. The bacon was crisped to perfection. The biscuit was buttery and soft.
"God, Randy, you should really make cooking your profession."
"Hmm . . . I can take that in two ways. Either I am an awesome hot chef or you're hinting that I'm not good at wrestling. Which to take, which to take . . ." Randy said, pretending to be thinking.
"Hmm . . . shut up and take the compliment. This is so good."
"I know. I had some earlier."
"God, you are a cocky ass." John said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, I know. Oo, I need to check our messages. While I was suck on the bed someone called." Randy said, getting out of the stool and walked over to the phone, which was by the entryway. He played the message.
"Randy, this is Vince. I was just calling to let you know that you are medically cleared. We're going to slowly get you back into the swing of things, so you'll just be working Monday nights. I still want you backstage during the other shows, though. I'll talk to you on Monday."
Randy and John stared at the phone in silence before finally looking at each other. At once, they both came at each other, jumping around and hugging.
"I'm back, baby!" Randy cheered, hanging onto John.
John laughed and held Randy closely. No longer would they be separated. Randy would be able to come with John everywhere. No longer would they miss each other to the point of depression.
But most importantly, though . . . there would be no more goodbyes.