Gosh this is short but its here! I'll keep writing but darn you school!
Dave stood there bewildered. One minute Randy was clinging to him for dear life, the next he hated him. Man, this sucked. Why was Randy acting like this all of a sudden? He bitterly turned and punched a punching bag beside him. It was only meant to be one hit but one turned to two and two turned to eight and then eight turned to a full on assault on the equipment. Angrily he struck it, looking as fierce as he usually did in the ring. He beat the bag until it began to split at the seams. One final blow would've knocked it clean off the hinges but he was stopped, his wrist being grabbed and yanked around. He calmed as he came face to face with his former stable mate. Hunter patted Dave on the back and led him over to a nearby bench. "What's up man? You were fine a minute ago."
"It's Randy. I thought that class was gonna calm him down some but now he seems even more upset than before! Gosh, I hate him!" Dave screamed rather loudly. Shawn heard the little outburst and eased his way nearby to get a good drink of the conversation.
"No you don't," Hunter assured him. "You hate that man as much as I hate my Shawny and that's self-explanatory. You couldn't possibly."
"But he hates me..." Dave buried his head in his hands and sighed sadly. Hunter pushed him lightly, his face saying 'whatever'. "Nah man, he means it. He said it himself. He hates me. What am I supposed to do?"
Hunter stood up and fixed his stature from laid back to more teacher-esque. "Well when my Shawn gets mad at me I do one of two things. Either I do plan A or plan B. If I'm wrong in the situation, A. If I'm right but he's still mad, B. Plan A is where I leave the house for two or three hours and let Shawn blow off some steam then return home with some little gift and some cheesy message I find on one of those love cards. Never fails." Hunter grinned down at his pupil and Dave nodded eagerly taking in all the information. "Plan B is where I let Shawn have my wallet and let him go have the shopping spree of his life. Then by the time he's come home all wore out and tired, I have a nice little romantic candle light dinner waiting for him. We eat, take a bath together, and Uh...Go straight to dessert." He and Dave laughed at the dirty joke and Shawn finally came from his hiding spot, gasping at Hunter. Triple H quickly cleaned up his attitude. "Oh Shawny! Uh hi...Sweety? Now Shawn I know," he began but never got to finish.
Shawn slapped the taste out of his mouth and stomped away. Triple H stared at him lost for words before running after him, nearly nipping at his heels. Dave couldn't help the laughter as it bellowed out.
"What you laughing at, Batista?" He turned around and saw the cute short blonde that was Chris Jericho.
"Hey Chris man. You just missed it, it was the funniest thing. Hunter and Shawn just," Dave began but was interrupted.
"If it involved those two morons it couldn't have been too funny." Jericho stated smugly. Dave lowered his chuckles until they eventually died. Jericho really did make everything seem beneath him and so stupid...
"Any way, Chris do you think you could help me out here?" Dave saw Chris raring to say no and stood up to his full height, towering over the shorter man. Chris looked up to him and stammered out small yes. "You see, Randy is mad with me and I'm not sure if I want to take Hunters love advice since he and Shawn are having troubles too."
Chris nodded understanding the situation. "Well as you know I don't give a dang when people get mad at me. I could care less but when I and the Rock were...well..." He blushed a little. Batista chuckled a little bit but Chris slapped him in the arm. "Shut up you know what I mean!" Chris sheepishly continued," Rocky was stubborn like Randy is. When he was angry at me I went up and talked to him. We'd sit there and talk until we would get off topic and just..." Jericho let out a happy reminiscent sigh. "Those were good times. Randy's pretty bull headed but he's always good for conversation. You should go do that. Those big ears of his are good for listening." Chris grinned big and patted Dave's shoulder.
"Thanks Chris, "Dave happily said. Shortly after Kevin Nash came from out the nearby room. He wrapped his arm around Chris and grinned deviously down at him. Swallowing hard, Chris shakily waved bye and let Nash drag him away. Moments later there were a few startling whimpers and screams causing Dave to jump. After sitting confused for a little longer Dave jumped up with renewed vigor. He took a quick shower and threw on his clothes. He then rushed to the room. The first sound to fall upon his ears was the faintest sound of water running. He threw himself onto the bed silently. Maybe this was one of those things he'd have to make the best of. He nodded at his own thought, reassuring himself. Now what to say to Randy when he got out? He was interrupted when he heard a deep throaty tune come from beyond the door. Recognizing the voice as Randy's, to stop singing would be the first thing to say. He laughed and seconds later the said man came from the steamy room.
He was wiping his face with the towel and seemed to be on autopilot, moving over to the dresser and pulling out some underwear. He cursed lightly pulling out some light pink undies and sheepishly slipping them on. He then opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of black silk pajamas. He slipped the shirt on and just as he was bending down to put on his pants another pair of hands stopped him. There were no words as Dave pulled Randy's pants up. Reaching his hips, Dave massaged Randy's stomach and kissed his slightly exposed shoulder. Randy tensed and jerked away. Turning he met the stoic face of Dave, the neutral look in his eyes contrasting with his angry glare. "What do you want? Didn't I scare you away at the gym? Leave me alone."
Randy eased past the large man and laid out on the bed Dave moved from. Dave rolled his eyes and sat beside Randy. "Randy sweety, I just want to know what happened. Did something happen downstairs? What made you say that to me?"
Randy sat up and began to speak without emotion, "Oh no Dave I meant it. David Batista, I. Hate. You. End of story." He and Dave locked eyes for a moment. The grey orbs being so cold and unreadable. Dave sighed, finally breaking the glare and lied down on the bed too.
"Why do you hate me? I'm doing everything I'm supposed to just the way I'm supposed to."
Randy looked down at him curious in an angry way, "Oh yeah? And what pray tell might it be that you're supposed to he doing?"
"I'm trying my hardest to make this work. Randy, we've been around each other so long that it's just... I've seen you change. You've changed from this scared, cute, chunky little rookie that everyone in the locker room wanted a taste of to this cold, lean, menacing figure that only a handful will even come near. I'm not used to that. If you were still my innocent little Randy then maybe this wouldn't be so difficult. When I look at you I want to see my sweet chubby Orton but then the reality hits when you get so angry and fly off the handle. Give me some time to get used to this other side of you please. I really am trying but," Dave stopped as Randy angrily climbed on top of him. He leaned down, his face merely inches away from the bigger man's. All was silent as Randy's angered breath danced over Dave's face.
"Well you better pray that you'll be able to try harder Dave because here's the reality off it: I'm not the same weak little boy I was back then." Distaste dripped from his lips with every spitten word. "I'm not the innocent eye candy I used to be. You and everyone else better recognize that. I'm not so frail and sweet because life and the people in it aren't. Gotta keep up with everyone else, right?" The rhetorical question was bathed with such venom it almost made Dave sick beneath Randy. So much for sitting down and talking with him. He actually felt sorry for the poor guy. After he broke from evolution it must've been pretty tough. He sadly reached his large hand up and caressed the angry man's cheek. Randy shuddered and tried to jerk away but Dave prevented that quickly. He snatched Randy's wrist from beneath him and lied him flat against his chest. Randy squirmed but under Dave's grip it was useless and he eventually gave in. They laid there wrapped in one another's presence in silent.
"I don't really hate you..."words so softly spoken.
Dave had a lot on his mind. He had taken in plenty anyways. So his Randy was like this because he felt pressured? He looked down at the now gently sleeping man. Randy was always so cute when he slept even back in the evolution days. Hinder's 'the love I live for' second verse played in his mind; "Because of you, baby I can't sleep. Staying' up all night till it's 5 in the morning just to hear you breathe. I've looked all my life and baby here's the truth. Been around the world and ain't a girl that could even come close to you."
He smiled a little and patted Randy's head. Those lyrics had a whole new meaning. Just as he was about to let sleep take him over he heard a knock at the door. Groaning, he stumbled over to the door and opened it. He almost felt the need to punch the two dimples looking up at him. "John I was really on my way to sleep... What do you want?"
Cena laughed," The world but can't have that now can I? Or maybe more practically..." He suggestively looked back in the room at the sleeping prego. Dave frowned and Cena only laughed harder. "Seriously though, I need to talk to you. I found a bit of information that will make you think twice about leaving your future husband over there alone."
see, pretty short...XD
