Part III

***I read over the paint stuff in the other chapter...my god...I kinda feel like I made Randy sound a bit feminine...but whatever, I found it amusing as well so...here's some more paint fun....

"No....too....I don't know...still too light." Randy mumbled, shaking his head.

John rolled his eyes and knelt down to pick up another bucket of paint. They were at the local Home Depot picking out paints.

"This one?"

"No...too much...it's too..." Randy started shaking his head once more.

"Oh Jesus Christ! Who the hell died and made you Martha fucking Stewart?" John burst out frustratedly, rising from the floor.

Randy took a step back. "Calm the fuck down John. I'm just trying to pick out the right color."

"Well...pick one then!"

"We need the right shade of blue!"

"The right shade? We've gone through fifty cans already...and you know what they all have in common Orton? They're all fuckin blue!"

"No they are not! There are different fucking shades of blue Cena!"

Charlie, who had been looking at different types of hardware for the bar looked up when he heard John and Randy shouting at each other about the shades of blues.

"They are all the fucking same! All of it!" John ranted throwing his hands up in frustration.

Charlie ran over quickly. "Hey! What the hell is going on here?"

John and Randy first looked at him aggressively then started shouting at once.

"I'm just trying to find the perfect..."

"Orton's being a fucking..."

"All I was trying to do was..."

"Blue is fucking blue!"

Charlie stepped in between them immediately. "Enough! This is ridiculous! John you go over there and get the hardware and I'll help Randy with the paint."

"Fine." John said through gritted teeth and stalked away while Randy glared at him from behind.

"Okay, now, Randy. Why don't you go through the damn paint cans yourself since you want to be so damn specific about what kind of blue we use."

Randy, who was wearing one of his nicest pair of Armani pants grimaced at the thought of crawling around the dirty floor, but decided to do it anyways. Charlie wasn't one to meddle with. John...he knew he could deal with...but when Charlie was pissed. There was no telling what he could do.

"Why the hell weren't you down there looking for the paint in the first place?" Charlie asked as he watched Randy look through paint can after paint can.

"Cause Cena likes being on his knees." Randy muttered under his breath.

Charlie laughed. "Oh man...you're so lucky he isn't listening right now."

"Yeah I know right? The truth is, cause I'm wearing nice pants and the fool was once again wearing his stupid shorts."

"Nice pants huh? Dumbass...you knew we were going to a hardware store."

"Is it my fault I dress my age and John goes through life like a high school kid in a rap video?"

"Your age? I'm older than you and I can still bear wearing a pair of jeans. You're too much Orton. This Evolution storyline has gotten to your head."

Randy ignored the dig on his clothes and kept looking, then stood up in frustration when he reached the last can.

"Damn it! Nothing's right!"

"It's cause THEY ARE ALL THE SAME!" John shouted from his corner.

Randy was shooting daggers at John with his eyes, when a quiet voice spoke up behind him and Charlie.

"Hey guys."

Randy and Charlie turned around.

"Oh...hi Sophie." Randy said pleasantly, and looked pointedly at Charlie who looked like he was frozen in stone.

Charlie felt like he had swallowed a piece of cotton. She looked...well even better today that she did the other day. Sophie's hair was up in a ponytail, and he could see the waves in her hair better. She was wearing a small white t-shirt and loose old jeans that hung off of her waist.

"Umm..." Sophie said rather uncomfortably when Charlie stared at her. "Hi Charlie."

Randy elbowed him to force a word out of him and Charlie shook his head. "Uh...Hi...Sophie."

"So...what are you guys up to today?" She asked curiously.

"Just trying to pick up some paint for the bar." Randy shrugged "But we're just not finding the right color."

Sophie was about to say something when John, who had noticed Sophie walk up to Charlie and Randy joined the group.

"It's cause Randy's gay and thinks that there's different shades of blue." He said condescendingly.

"Fuck you Cena."

"Yeah I know you want to Orton. See what I mean? Gay."

"You know, as much as I'd like to comment on the total political incorrectness and crudeness of that statement...I'm just going to ignore it." Sophie stated flatly. John and Randy turned around in surprise. "Sorry, I just don't like it when people say stuff like that." She continued seriously.

John was silent. He'd never been "told" before. "Sorry." He said apologetically. "I didn't really mean it."

"No it's okay. I mean...we all slip right?"

"Right." John said feeling honestly shamed of himself.

Sophie bit her lip when the awkward silence permeated between them.

"Oh God...I'm sorry, John. Don't feel weird around me just cause I had to get on my soap box and get my views on sexual epithets out there."

"No no, I don't feel weird around you per say...I was just you know...feeling stupid."

"Yeah well I'm sure it's not the first time." Randy interjected, trying to make the atmosphere easier.

"What are you doing here?" Charlie said changing the topic. He had been absolutely enthralled with her when she said her piece about John's crude comments about being gay. Her eyes had absolutely glowed with anger...and he could have sworn they turned green for a split second.

"I was also picking up some paint that I had mixed up the other week. Umm...did you guys ever think of just mixing some paint together to get the right shade."

"Mixing the paint? I didn't know you could do that." Randy said in revelation.

"Yeah...you just tell them what colors you want to mix and they'll make as big of a batch as you want to."

"Oh man...I'm ashamed that you know more about Home Depot than I do." John said.

"Well then...I'm glad I could help. I should probably go." Sophie smiled and waved as she walked away with her packages.

Charlie, Randy and John all turned around and watched as she deposited three cans of paint in a cart that also held a couple of wooden planks and a heavy looking box.

"Charlie?" Randy asked quietly.

"What?"

"What are you doing still standing her with us?"

"What?!" Charlie asked again, not understanding Randy's insinuation.

"Dude...Randy's right. Go help her with her stuff. And then ask her out."

"What?!?"

"Would you quit the Austin act! Go out there and help her. It's the perfect excuse."

"But...but...." Charlie stuttered.

"Go!" John yelled, pushing him away. Charlie didn't know what to do so he simply followed the order and ran after Sophie.

"So...mixing paints. Now we have to find the right two shades to mix together." Randy said thoughtfully.

John rolled his eyes. "Yeah you're on your own on that one Orton. I'm going to go look at what Charlie's doing with Sophie." He said quickly following Charlie.

Randy looked at the paint...then at John's retreating figure. "Oh fuck the paint." He muttered, and then followed John.

***Seriously...guys gossip as much if not more than girls do. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter...I'll try to get another chapter done soon.

Oh and if/when I do put a Diva in this story...be rest assured that is sure as hell won't be Torrie Wilson. I also can't stand her and I'm honestly freaking out about the idea of her having this angle with John Cena. He's supposed to be all gangster and shit...he can't be with anyone! And she's a TERRIBLE actress! Oh hell no!