His Voices in My Head
Recap:
Randy slid down the wall that was concealing him from eavesdropping on John and Dave's conversation. He was furious. Why was John talking to his ex-boyfriend, chuckling and smiling and making arrangements? John wouldn't do that to him, would he? Especially after what they'd been through in the previous few months.
A devious grin slid onto Randy's face. If John was going there with their little tension (which he had absolutely no idea what the cause was), then he could play that game also. He pulled out his phone and started dialing a familiar number. The recipient picked up the phone moderately quickly.
"Hey, how are you? Listen, would you like to go out to dinner in the hotel restaurant tonight at about 7-ish?"
Now back to the story: "His Voices in My Head" Chapter 26
Breakfast reeked of awkwardness. Melina had forced everyone to come together for some food, and the table was explicitly divided, with Melina and Morrison in the middle. Melina calmly sipped her Caramel Mocha Frappucino, completely disregarding the glares that the end sides of the table were giving the opposite side.
Morrison gave a loud, distinct cough, vainly attempting to break the silence. "So how about that game last night-,"
"What did we do?" Randy shot up and slammed his palms on the table.
John remained silent, as if he was oblivious to Randy blatantly calling him out.
"This whole trip, you've been acting like gold in stuck in your ass," Randy shouted. "If you're going to be an ass, at least have a damn reason for it!"
John scoffed. "Funny you're talking about ass, Randy. Obviously you've been getting some, and it sure as hell ain't mine." John gave an instantaneous, burning glare towards Matt and left.
Phil got up as well. "Why don't you think about that, Randy? It'll be a first for you," he spat as he left the table as well.
"I ought to stick a beer bottle up your full-of-abstinence-shit-filled ass-,"
Matt pulled on his arm. "It's not worth it, Randy, just drop it."
Randy sat back down, but his mind was focused solely on his (debatable) boyfriend…
"He's really got some nerve," John paced back and forth in his and Phil's hotel room, visibly seething anger.
"John, that was this morning, man," Phil kicked back onto his bed comfortably.
"I know, I know…" John shook his head. "But for him to call us out like that…"
"He was just being a douche," Phil shrugged. "But your priority is getting to that friendly dinner in one piece. Shouldn't Dave be here about now?"
Knock, knock!
"Wow, am I magic or something?" Phil smirked. He waved his hand to tell John to go off and do his thing. John returned with a flash of his pearly whites and opened the door, revealing a very sharp dressed Dave in a nice button up shirt that contoured around his chest, abdomen, and arms quite nicely, as well as some black jeans and dress shoes.
"Looking sharp, Dave!" John complimented.
"I want him home by eleven, David! Wear a condom, Johnny!" Phil joked from the other side of the room. He received two pillows to the face in return from John, the both of them laughing.
"Ready?" Dave asked.
"Sure am," John nodded, stepping out and closing the door behind him.
"Crazy kids," Phil whispered before turning on the television and relaxing.
"This restaurant is extremely nice," John took in the sight of the slightly adult-orientated clubbish restaurant setting he and Dave were enjoying as they awaited their food orders. There were an abundance of couples in attendance this particular night, of both orientations.
"Jeff knows how to run a hotel, doesn't he?" Dave chuckled, rubbing his hand across the table. "These are pretty high-quality tables too. You don't see them at your local Applebee's…"
John laughed. "So how is everything with you?" John asked.
"Everything's fine," Dave responded. "Since I parted ways with WWE, I bought a gym in my hometown and did some work on it. It's one of the biggest gyms in the state now, actually."
"That's amazing!" John exclaimed. "I'd like my own gym…maybe that's what I'll do when I retire."
"What? John Cena retire? What will the Cenation do?" Dave mocked.
"Shut up, Dave," John chuckled. "Still the same comedic Dave, I see."
"As if you aren't a total comedian," Dave raised an eyebrow.
"I tell a few jokes," John shrugged. "So what?"
Both men laughed and licked their lips to see that their orders had arrived. Dave ordered a premium well-done Hardy Hotel Steak and John ordered the Chicken Tetrazzini.
John nearly spit out his food when he saw who was sitting in the booth across from them.
It was Randy, and his ex-girlfirend, Samantha.
"Fuck," John gritted his teeth.
"What's up?" Dave asked concernedly.
"Randy, he brought his ex here just because he saw me with you. Jealous jackass," John scoffed.
"Don't sweat 'im," Dave consoled. "This is just two friends enjoying dinner, you're not at fault, so you shouldn't feel intimidated by them."
John sighed, "You're right."
Jeff Hardy's voice broadcasted across the room, and he stepped onto the stage in the center of the room. "Well, I'd like to allow anyone who has something to say, something to get off their mind, to get up on stage for Open Mic Time. Any takers?"
A hand rose immediately. It was Randy.
John murmured a curse.
It was obvious that Randy had been drinking, hard. He nearly tripped and fell on his way to the stage, and he still had a bottle of beer in his hand. His face was carefree, almost goofy, completely the opposite of his normal demeanor.
"Hey, everyone, I just wanted you all to know that my boyfriend, yeah that's you, Johnny-boy, is a total ass-faced bitch! You give the guy everything you could g-give a guy, and he goes and just gets all shitted up on somethin' I don't even know about, and treats me like it's my fault. Didn't your mom tell you, John, that periods are for bitches?" Randy's speech was a bit slurred, but the harshness from his sober tone remained.
John stood up, embarassed and furious. "FUCK YOU, RANDY," he shouted obscurely. "IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'RE THE PERFECT BOYFRIEND. LOOK AT YOU DRUNK AS A SKUNK UP THERE ON THE STAGE. I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR WAY OUTSIDE, GET HIT BY A BUS, AND FUCKING DIE!"
John nodded an apology towards Batista and walked out the restaurant door, not paying attention to any of the numerous people staring at him.
FOUR HOURS LATER
John had made it back to the hotel room, called and ranted all over Melina about what happened, shared his rant with Phil, had an angry fit where he tossed various items around the room, and was currently sobbing himself sitting on the edge of his bed. Phil moved over and sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"I really appreciate you being here with me through this, Phil," John sniffled. "You're a good friend."
"No problem," Phil patted John's back. "I'm going through the same thing; we've got to stick together."
"You're right," John said, looking into Phil's uniquely hazel eyes.
Phil looked right back into John's beautiful blue eyes, neither man taking their glance away.
And, in the split of a second, their lips met in passionate embrace.
John's cell phone started ringing, but John unwillingly knocked the phone off the nightstand table on to the floor, causing it to shut off on impact.
In the moment of his heated kissing with Phil, John never got to see that the person trying to get in contact with him was none other than Randy Orton.
End of chapter 26.
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