AN: HELLOO! So was that last chapter just awful or what? Not awful like my writing was awful, awful like horribly sad, right? It was rough. BUT thanks for the reviews! Keep em coming, they are appreciated!

A week had passed since Randy and John had sex and Randy and Cody had broken up. Randy hadn't spoken to either man since then. John was on a different tour so that came easy enough for Randy, but he and Cody were on the same tour, at all the same house shows, all week. Cody was on the same page as Randy though; complete avoidance: turning around when they saw each other, avoiding eye contact when they were forced to be in the same room, never even saying the other's name. John however had been completely ignored. A weeks worth of phone calls and texts had been unanswered. So when the next Monday Night Raw rolled around John Cena was on a mission. He knew the doctor was checking out Randy so he was currently waiting right outside that room. When the door opened, Randy stepped out, looked right at John, turned on his heel and briskly walked off. John instantly leapt in front of him, throwing his arm up against the wall and blocking Randy's path.

"You have to talk to me."

Randy looked up at him. He looked remorseful.

"Randy," John said in as comforting a tone as he could muster. "You've gotta give me something here. I have been waiting a week. Checking my phone every ten minutes for a week. I have no clue what's going on. I don't know if you told Cody, I don't know how he would have taken it, I don't know if you feel anything for me, I don't know if you understand what I feel for you, I don't know if we're a thing… Randy, I don't know anything."

Randy sighed. "I told him. We're over," he said slowly.

John took a moment before speaking. "I'm sorry Randy. I am… because I know how much he meant to you. But this could be it for us, you know? This could be our second chance. There's still something here between us."

Randy shook his head.

"Why not?!"

"Because I… I couldn't do that to Cody."

John's brow scrunched up in confusion. "What's that mean?"

"We didn't break up just because I slept with you. If you and me were something that would mean I lied to Cody. I broke his trust when I slept with you, I'm not going to lie to him on top of that."

"I'm confused," John said.

Randy shoved through John's arm and walked down the corridor.

"Randy!" John called from behind him. His calls fell on deaf ears.

Randy made his way to the locker room. He walked over to his bag. There were only a handful of Superstars in the room. Randy was looking down when CM Punk walked around the corner of the room's bathroom and into the locker room.

"Randal!" He said with his signature sarcastic grin.

Randy rolled his eyes and continued to rummage through his bag.

"Randy, Randy, Randy. That's rude of you."

Randy again said nothing.

"And I don't like rude people. I guess Cody doesn't either."

"What the fuck did you just say?!" Randy said, finally looking up. The anger in his eyes would've been enough to shut anyone on the roster up, except Phil.

"There he is!" Punk smiled.

As the yelling escalated Dolph Ziggler slipped out of the room. He was walking down the hall when he saw Cody walking in the opposite direction, presumably towards the locker room.

"Hey!" Nick said, side stepping and standing right in front of him.

"Hey…" Cody said awkwardly put off by his action.

"You should come hang out with me and Matt for a bit," he said with a smile.

"Um…"

"What? Your match isn't for like another thirty minutes, right?"

"Yeah, but I—"

"Right," Nick said and grabbed him by the arm and pulled him with him, away from the locker room.

…

"Mind your fucking business Phil!" Randy yelled across the locker room.

"What fun would that be?"

"Fun?!" Randy asked as he quickly walked towards Punk. "Fun?!" he repeated himself, now directly in front of him. In one quick motion both of his hands grabbed the collar of Punk's t-shirt and pushed him up against the wall. "How fun is this?!"

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" Punk yelled, trying unsuccessfully to pry Randy's hands from his shirt.

"I should finally to teach you to keep your mouth shut!"

"You'll regret it!"

"Yeah? May—"

"Hey!" Randy was interrupted by Kofi, who had just entered the room. "Paul is on his way in here right now, so unless you all want to have a fun conversation with him about how to treat your coworkers…"

Randy looked back at Punk and both men looked at each other with rage before Randy let go of him and walked away.

…

"Randy," the familiar call came from behind him again. Raw was over, and Randy was walking to his bus. Seconds later, John Cena was right next to him. "Hey."

Randy looked at him for only a second and then looked straight ahead again.

"So I'm gonna be at Smackdown tomorrow. It's in Tampa. Where my house is. You should come stay with me a couple days. It would give us time to talk about this."

"John!" Randy stopped in his tracks, and John did too. "There's nothing to talk about! There's nothing here! Cody and I had problems. You were not the problem. You were a symptom."

"I don't buy it Randy! You're saying that because you feel bad for him, but you know that's not true. I know you felt it when… You felt it."

"No. We have memories. We have nostalgia. That's it. What ever you feel is one sided John." Randy finished and walked past him and to his bus.

John couldn't follow him. He couldn't say anything. He just watched him walk away. Again.