Hey guys sorry it's taking so long. On top of normal stresses, the computor had to be rebooted again, and I had this chapter half written out. I had to rewrite it, and that gives me writers block. Sigh. School's started again, so idk when the next update will be, but hopefully it won't be that long.
Uh so let's get this chapter going huh?

Warning: Shotacon. Puberty. Angst. Hormones. Gay and Bisexual dilemas. Possible Swearing.
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE. I don't own any pop culture mentioned in the story. I don't condone practicing wrestling moves without trained supervision. I don't condone underage sex or drinking. If you can't jerk off without fear that mommy or daddy will walk in, then don't have sex. Not Betaed. (sorry for the mistakes).


Randy watched as Evan scrawled his real name on the sign up sheet for the school's wrestling team. He eyed it carefully, as if it would jump off the paper and bite him.

Maybe what he was feeling was envy? Randy hadn't signed up for anything this year. His dad sure as hell was not so happy about that. Bob Orton wanted his boy on the school's football wanted his boy Randal to be the star player, like all good ol' boys want to be. "Playing sports will make you a man, son," Mr. Orton had told Randy several times over the course of his life. Such an inspiring father he had.

But Randy just didn't want to. He liked football and all. Loved the sound of clashing helmets. Loved the feeling of pride in the lockerroom after a big win. Loved the feel of the football on his hands. He missed the days of tossing the ball around with his dad was what he looked forward to when he came home. But that was years ago. Randy now looked forward to a night of peace in his house with out his sister Becky making mom yell about her being to young for boys, makeup, and a cellphone. A night without his brother Nate turning the volume up all the way while playing video games. A night without his dad giving a hard time and calling him a pansy-ass for whatever reason seemed to fit into his logic at the moment. But Randy's pent up aggressions toward his father wasn't the reason Randy didn't want to play football this year.

Randy just... didn't feel like it. He wanted a year of just going to school. No shitty coaches yelling at him from the sidelines and no shitty parents in the crowds thinking their kid was the next Peyton Fucking Manning. He wanted a break. That's all.

But watching Evan sign up for a team made him a bit lonely. It dawned on him that Evan would have wrestling and he would have nothing. Maybe he'd find something to do. Hang out more with other people, possibly? That could help get him to stop obsessing over his best friend, hopefully, anyway. That would put him at ease.

His non-stop musings of Evan Bourne were starting to worry him. What if he was gay? What if he really did like boys? Didn't that mean he was a disgusting perv? Was he sick? He couldn't stop thinking about Evan. It was turning out to be a problem. He wished he didn't think of Evan the way he did.

"Melena didn't sign up," Evan pointed out, his voice questioning.

His comment had brought Randy out of his daze. Randy looked at the list and saw the few names on the "New Member Sign-up Sheet," he didn't see Melena. But he did see John Cena. He smirked at the name. Cena was starting to grow on Randy. He was a really cool guy. Randy ignored the flash of John smiling in his head and instead looked at his best friend.

"Maybe she hasn't gotten the chance to sign up yet?" Randy offered.

"Yeah, I guess. I'll ask her at lunch I guess." Evan put his pen back in his pocket and grinned. "I can't wait to start practice." He sighed, happily.

They started walking to first period gym, in unison. The bulliton board of sign up sheets was just a few feet away from the gym door, so they didn't have to go much.

But the silent walk was comfortable between them. Evan was perfectly calm, no worries about bullies or the such. Randy, on the other hand, was so nervous. Standing this close to Evan set his heart futtering. He bit into his tongue hoping the pain would distract him from his not needed thoughts.

He wasn't gay. He couldn't be gay. His dad would hate him if he was. Evan would be disgusted with him if he was. People would start to treat him differently. Everyone would label him as a fashion loving, pop song singing, flamboyent little prick. No one would actually try to get to know him. He'd be more alone then he was already.


John couldn't help stare as the group of freshmen came out of the boys lockerroom. They were all nice looking in their own ways, though the irish kid was really white and that other kid- miguel?- was a bit cocky looking. But, really, Cena was letting his blue hues reap over Randy and Evan's frames.

Thank God Truth called him back to earth. John was starting to feel a stirring in his pants. But could he help it? Randy Orton in a muscle shirt, showing off the small but noticeable muscles of his arms, and Evan in basketball shorts, hanging just right off those hips of his. That was every reason a hot, bisexual, jock, with the gift of a dazzling dimple filled smile needed to get turned on. And yet, did he want to get a boner in gym class? No way, Jose. There was no need for that, at all. He could not risk the embarassment. It would kill him with shame. ...His brothers wouldn' ever let him hear the end of it.

"Yo, Cena," Truth sighed. "If you don't go over there an' talk to 'em, I'm gonna punch you where you're balls should be."

Cena looked at Truth and laughed. "Are you saying I have no balls?"

"Yeah, man. I am." Truth smirked. "If you did, you would be down there wit' wooing yo' bitches."

It took a second of Cena actually thinking about Ron's advice before he threw his head back and howled in laughter. "You said 'wooing'? Dude, what the hell?"

Ron Killings gave him a look. "Yo, this ain't 'bout my word choice expression. This is 'bout you having no balls."

Cena sighed at the end of his hysterics. He eyed Evan and Randy again, then looked at his friend. "What am I supposed to say to them? 'Hey, sorry to interupt you conversation, but I want to make sweet, swwet love to the both of you in every place and position i can think of.' That will go over real well."

It was truth turn to laugh. A raspy chuckle left his lips, as if he was amused and trying hide it. "You don't have to scare the kids. Just..." He thought for a second, ignoring John's eyes on his face. "Ask 'em if they going to Teddy's house for the halloween party. I mean, you gotta find out, anyway. Since you want to get 'em drunk and shit."

It struck Cena that he'd forgotten about the fact that Evan and Randy might not know about the party, just like how he hadn't known about it until Hennigan and Truth told him. "You're right. I'll be right back, man."

He patted truth on the shoulder in thanks for the advice before he jogged down the bleachers of his section and walked over to the first row of bleachers a few paces away.

Randy saw him first, his handsome face softening with a small smirk. The everyone else noticed him and they stopped their conversation on some wrestler from the 80's and looked up at him.

John felt a little awkward now. "Uh, hey, sorry to bother you guys." He chuckled a little.

Evan grinned at him. "No problem, at all. What's up?"

"Well, I was wondering if you guys heard about Teddy Dibiase's big Hallowwen party yet." By the look on their faces, John guessed they kind of heard about it, but not enough to know when and what time. "It's a week from tomorrow at like 8ish. You should all come. It'll be the talk of the school for a while. I wouldn't miss it. No parents, booze, ...babes in skimpy costumes."

Cracking grins came onto all of their faces, except Randy. He was too busy thinking about Evan in a skimpy costume. A nurse. A vampire. A pro wrestler in trunks and boots.

Suddenly he started choking on his own spit.

The guys looked up at him with bemused gazes. "Randy, you okay?" Evan asked, slapping Randy on the back so as to ease the coughing. That made it worse. Now Randy was thinking of Evan in a dominatrix outfit. Bad. Bad thoughts! Not supposed to think of Evan likr that. Stop it, Orton!

Randy stopped his random coughing attack, after a second, and told Evan he was okay, just choked on his own spit, he said to them. They looked at him like he had 11 fingers sticking out of his forehead waking at them.

"That turned on about the lasses, Orton?" Stephan laughed, shaking his head. The comment made the others laugh along with him.

"So, does everyone have to waer a costume?" Mitch? Macauley? Mick? ...Whatever his name said. John really needed to remember his name. He was running out of possible choices and was thinking of giving the kid a nickname or something. A nickname would be so much easier to remember then his real name.

Behind John, Truth answered for him. "Optional, man. It's pretty much the bitches who dress up for it. Guys go for the girls and beer." Mike nodded, as did Stephen and Evan. "So what was young blood over here choking from?"

John put his hand up to stop Evan from answering, a smirk playing on his long lips. He looked over his shoulder at truth with a devious shine to his eyes. "He flet a spider on his arm."

"Ah hell naw!" Truth cried as he jumped a step back. He looked around him frantically. "Did ya'll kill it? I hate spiders. They all creepy crawly with they 8 legs a nasty webs."

The younger guys looked at eachother as if they were afraid he was crazy. Then Cena busted out laughing, and they smirked in relief and amusement.

Cena loved mentioning spiders to Ron. The guy always flipped out. It was fucking entertaing as hell. "Alright, alright. Truth, their aren't any spiders. Calm down, man." Ron took a few calming breaths and forgot his theory on how the school department was trying to make him fail by not giving him enough chances and letting loos those creepy crawlies in the building. He always had theories.

"So, yeah," Cena said, turning his amused smile back on the freshmen. "Babes, alcohol, and all around unsupervised fun. you guys in?"

Stephan was the first to grin. "If it's at the Dibiase Mansion then I'll be there," he said, acccent on high. The other boys eventually agreed, even the still slightly shaken Orton.

John Cena grinned. Step one to his evil plan to take over the world was complete. ...Well okay, not that dramatic. Step one to his I'm a horny teenage bisexual boy who is hoping to find out if his crushes would ever like him back plan.

Boy, that was a mouth full. ...John groaned in his head. A full mouth meant something completely different to a horny guy.


Evan balanced his tray in one hand while he clutched the history book for next period in his other. A grin was on his face. He'd been grinning non-stop since he kicked Bennett's ass.

Sure there was a time that he had thought Stuart Bennett, resident British asshole of their school, would come after him. But last Evan heard, he was gone. Something about getting expelled after several more kids came forward with how they were bullied by him too. And, what Evan guessed, is because Bennett wasn't an American citizen, his crooked nose got deported back to England.

That eased Evan quite a bit. Even with Bennett's lackies around, he was okay. Evan could feel how some of the older kids looked at him with respect and how the girls wanted to date him. And to tell the truth, that was perfectly fine with Evan Bourne.

Somehow the occurences of being bullied enough to fear going to school each day and having him end up defending himself had brought Evan a pride. It had lifted up his slef esteem some. ...

And yet when he looked in the mirror every so often, he couldn't help wish he was taller and more muscled. He wished his glasses were gone. And Evan prayed sometimes that he would stop thinking people were laughing at him when his back was turned. Maybe he was paranoid? Or he could just tell. The looks some people give him, he can feel it. He hated it.

So what if Evan put up a strong front for everyone. Being the fun-loving, energetic, joker. But that was only infront of people. In reality, Evan was this quiet kid who loved reading and math. He hated his body. Ached for the love of some beautiful girl holding his hand. Evan was lonely. Evan was afraid that this stage of his life, this hairless, thin, nerdy stage, would stay with him forever.

He might as well become a castroti. At least they got alot of action back then. But... the thought of trimming the berries and saving the twig was a gruesome thought, and Evan doubted that in the modern age, casterated boys would be very popular.

The only person Evan allowed to even see Evan as such a fragile being was Randy and his parents. Of course, his parents were a given. They had seen his tears over scraped knees and family deaths. But Randy Orton. Well, that prick has been around Evan since they were, like, five, or whatever. He could read Evan like a picture book. And Evan didn't really mind it much before. And yet, now, he minded, alot. He didn't want Randy to see him like this weak little shit. Because he wasn't weak. Evan was strong, though he never felt that way.

Evan was so jealous of Randy though. Randy was tall and good looking. He already had several girlfriends in juniour high. Evan had had none. It stung him. What was so fucking great about Orton? He was an asshole and thickheaded. What is it with girls liking sexy and stupid more then charming and smart? It was all a bunch of bullshit. Evan hoped all those snobby girls ended up with some jackass who won't even pay attention to them... just like how they didn't pay attention to him.

Evan sat down inbetween Cody and Edge. Randy sat across from him next to Stephen. Mike and Jay sat on his other side. He had caught them all in the middle of a conversation about the hot substitute for 10th grade english.

"Dude, I'm telling you," Mike started, holding his hands out far infront of him, cupped, to look like he was holding something against his chest. "Huge tits. I wonder if she ever knocked herself out while running."

Edge nodded in agreement. "I'd pay to see her running around."

"I heard in Ireland it's completely slutty to wear a bra," Miz said, then looked at Stephen. "Is that true?"

Stephen gave him a look, ignoring the amused but surious looks from the other boys. "Don't steriotype," was all he said, shaking his head, taking abite of his cheeseburger.

The other boys snickered when Mike narrowed his eyes and said how Stephen just wnated all the braless redheads to himself. Mike also muttered something about gredy and pale bastards.

Stephen rolled his eyes. "Don't be talking about girls like this when Melena gets here. I don't want to hear your bickering all lunch."

"Oh, right because I live just to piss off Princess Melena." Miz retorted.

"I'm a princess now?" Melena said from behind Mike. There was smirk in her voice.

The other guys hid their snickers, while Mike sighed. Great, now Melena wouldn't let go of this. He scoffed at her, "You wish you were a princess."

Melena slid her hand through her dark thick loose curls with a smirk. "I will now only allow you to refer to me as Princess or Your Royal Highness."

Mizanin made a face and mimicked her attitude with one of his own. Then he went serious and glared at her. "The only royalty you are, is a royal pain in my ass."

"Qu?idiota," came another voice from behind Mike. He tunred around to glare at the bitch who decided to insult him in...in foreign. He turned to see some 5 foot something girl with blonde hair and tan skin. She could have been a model. Mike thought she looked like a bitch. Evan thought he just fell in love.

This girl sat down next to Melena, kissing her once on each cheek. Melena looked at her friends and their questioning glances at the new girl. "This is my cousin's girlfriend, Milena."

Then the girls started speaking in spanish to one another. It was way too fast for the boys around them who had a few years of Spanish class under their belts. It was like they were going at the speed of light. Evan laughed at Randy's dazed stare at them. Randy looked back at Evan, his face confused. He whispered to his best friend about how utterly lost he was at the moment.

"Really?" Mike started. The rest of guys held back their eye rolls. Oh, here we go again. "Really? Really?... Really?"

"What?" Melena scoffed at him, having to stop her -what seemed, important- conversation with her new friend, to look at Mike Mizanin.

"She just can't come over here and start insulting me in some foreign language," he steamed.

"She wasn't insulting you, she was stating the truth," Melena smirked at him, then added, "And she was speaking in spanish, you moron."

Mike bristled. "You know what, I get enough bitchiness from you without your friends hanging around, I don't need more." He looked at Milena and smiled handsomely at her. "When you want to be less of a bitch to someone you just met, come see me, beautiful." Mike nearly squirmed in excitement at the evil glare Melena was sending is way. "Adios, Princess pain in my kulo."

He stood and walked off towards the school store, probably going to buy some chips or something. The bell was going to ring soon anyways.

"Hey, Mel," Evan started, trying to break the tension and trying not to stare at Milena's beautiful body from where he sat. "I didn't see your name on the new sign up's sheet for the wrestling team."

Melena looked at him and frowned. "I'm over wrestling. It's such a man's world."

Evan, Randy, Stephen, Edge, Jay, and Cody all exchanged looks. Seriously? Had the queen of female wrestling knowledge, the one who could teach the boys a lesson or two in the ring, just say she was over wrestling? Had the world started ending? It had to have started ending. That's like... like Mel Gibson turning into an athiest. It would signify only disaster amoung the respected groups involved. Edge, Jay, and Cody, who hadn't known Melena as well as the others weren't as taken aback. But, Evan, Randy, and Stephen fliched, almost as if waiting for balloons to appear and noise makers to start up. This had to be a prank or something. Any minute now, Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out and scream about how no one can beat his farm hand.

And yet nothing.

And that scared them a little.

Evan gulped and looked at Melena with a shakey stare. "Right..." Then with a deep breath he looked at his other friends with wide, slightly bemused eyes. "So, anyway, You guys hear about how Teddy Dibiase's mansion has a section that's supposedly haunted? i always wanted to go to a haunted place." His exclaimation was both a way to distract from the obvious elephant in the room and full truth all at the same time.

Edge smirked, as if knowing a secret no one else in their group knew, although, really, Cody and Jay also knew way lay behind Edge's infamously coniving twitch of lips. "I heard..." He paused as if for effect, not that Stephen, Evan or Randy realized, they all leaned in intrigued by what information they may now recieve. "-That the Dibiase Family had this spanish maid who saw Teddy Dibiase's retarded great uncle, or whatever, killing the neighborhood street cat in the garden. At least that's what i've been told."

Jay suddenly leaned forward, his voice low, eyes downcast, like a weeping willow's branches, hiding the gleam in his eyes from the younger boys. "The story goes that after the maid found the retarded Dibiase killing the cat she tried to take him to the nearest parish, but the kid refused and ended up throwing a fit and hitting the maid until she was bleeding. Well, the maid was so enraged and delusional about this kid being the devil's spawn, she snuck into his room one night with a huge metal cross and holy water."

Jay looked up slowly, a look of fear on the surface of those warm eyes. "No one really knows what happened, but the next morning the kid's older brother, Teddy's great Grandfather, found his little retarded brother sleeping on top of the naked, bloody corpse of the spanish maid, the metal cross stuck in her gut."

Stephen leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, rolling his eyes, realizing the complete bullshit of that story. Now he's heard ghost stories before back in Ireland, he was trained from a young age to know fiction from possible reality. And the look hidden deep in the three sophmore's eyes confirmed that this was all a bunch of crap.

On the other hand, Randy and Evan (and Melena who was pretending to not listen and instead listen to the blabbering Milena) visably gulped. They were quiet for a second, contrasting the noisey high school cafeteria incredibly. "So... What happened after that? To the retarded kid, I mean?" Evan asked in a loud whisper.

Stephen rolled his eyes again. American teenage boys... More stupid then the rest of the world.

Jay bit his lip. The freshman thought it was because he was hesitating to tell them the ending, but really he was trying not to laugh out loud. "They ened up having the kid hung for murder. The Dibiase's wrote him off of family records and the family tree. And if you ask Dibiase about it, he'll deny it ever happened. His whole family is shamed enough that they even had a retarded kid in their family at the time, the fact that he murdered a super religious spanish maid just made it worse for them."

"Wow," Evan sighed. "That's just creepy. ... Wait you said she was naked?"

"Yeah," Jay nodded slowly. "I guess she was naked. They say the retard fucked her corpse, at least that's how the story goes. They say she still haunts that wing of the mansion that they housed the retard in while he was alive. That's why the Dibiases stopped using that wing."

They were just sitting there for a minute, letting the story sink in. The hairs on the back of Evan's neck was standing up. He got scared very easily, not that he would admit that to anyone except for Randy. No, like seriously, he was watching an old scarey movie last halloween and nearly jumped in Randy's lap when the killer came out from thin air and chopped the head off the pretty red head.

Suddenly, as if the last topic of conversation wasn't something so digustingly horrible, Edge grinned and said, "So you guys are going to Teddy's halloween game after party?"

"Yeah," Evan smiled uneasily. How the hell did Edge change the subject so cheerily! "Cena and Killings told us about it this morning."

Edge, Jay, and Cody all laughed at the mention of John Cena. Randy quirked a brow at them and asked them what was so funny.

"Cena is the life of the party," Cody told. "Last year, for the last party of the year, he dressed in a toga and ran around the house chugging beer and picking up chicks."

"Oh, oh," Jay laughed, pointing at Cody with a grin. "Remember when Cena and Truth started rapping in the middle of the party, making fun of everyone they knew. To this day I will never forget that they said Teddy was caught sleeping with an actual teddy bear at football camp."

Edge chuckled. "Teddy was so pissed off at them that he kicked them out of the house for the rest of the party. Maryse was so embarassed at Teddy being such a girl with a teddy bear, she ignored him the whole night and started flirting with everyother guy there just to make him even angrier."

Jay laughed even harder. "I'm not sure who I feel worse for, Dibiase having a bitch girlfriend or Maryse having such a bitch for a boyfriend."

Jay and Edge cracked up into a fit of snickers. The others had watched their exchange of humerous memories with fond and amused smiles.

Evan sighed. He was hoping that Randy and his friendship radiated happily like Edge and Jay's did. They were like, the model best friends. Always laughing and having a good time, no secrets or problems between them. Unlike Randy and Evan. Evan sometimes felt like there was just something there stopping them from being the closest thing to family without blood or legal ties. Randy was hiding something from Evan. But he wasn't sure. And it wasn't like he was going to ask Randy if he was. Talk about awkward. Evan could just picture it. Randy would so flip out if he thought Evan doubted him or something.

The bell rang then and Edge looked at Cody as they stood. "Codester, you wanna hang with me and Jay later? We're going to the gear store downtown and get some new headgear and shit, you up for it?"

Cody hefted his bag onto his right shoulder and pursed his lips in a disappointed manner. "Sorry, man. I can't. I got dance after school today."

Evan and Randy exchanged looks of confusion. "Dance?" Randy voiced as the group left the cafeteria and headed into the crowded hallway.

Cody looked up at him, his contact colored blue eyes serious. "Yeah, I dance."

"Like..." Randy quirked a brow. "Tap dancing? Jazz?"

Edge grinned as he draped his arm around the shorter's shoulder, squeezing Cody in and giving him a nuggie. "Cody, here, is the next Baryshnikov, I tell you."

Edge was met with blank stares from Randy and Evan. "Ba-rich-na-who?" Evan asked. He was smart, but he wasnt worldly versed in culture. What normal teenage boy was?

Stephen for the ump-teenth time rolled his eyes. "Baryshnikov. He's a famous male ballet dancer from Russia."

Evan oh'ed, lips forming a tiny oval. Randy nodded. "So you dance in a tutu and pink slippers?" he asked bluntly, not meaning it to come out as harshly as it did. It sounded like Randy was questioning the masculinity of his newest friend. Which was ironic in a way, since Randy himself wondered about his masculinity on the basis of his attraction to one, Evan Bourne. He got a dirty stare from both Evan and Cody. Cody out of embarassement. Evan because Randy was being rude. Randy sighed, Who needed a mother when you had Evan as a best friend. "I didn't mean it like that. I- was uh... I was just trying to-. Geez. I was just was asking if that's what you meant as in Ballet." He sighed in fustration. "Man, I don't know! I don't even know nothing about dancing and shit."

Cody shook his head. He saw the fustration on Randy's face and just let go of the masculinity stab from before. "Yeah, that kind of Ballet. Except I don't wear a tutu, and my shoes aren't pink unless that's the costume for the rehearsal. They're usually black or grey. I dance hiphop, too."

Evan felt the awkward aura coming from Orton and Runnels. "That's pretty cool." He grinned before adding, "I heard that there's a talent show in like November, are you going to be in it?"

Cody looked at him with wide eyes. Was Evan an idiot? Cody mused. Talk about social suicide. Sure, it was okay for his friends to know, but to actually dance infront of the school? Like hell he would be that damn dumb and risk social damnation. Cody Runnels would be exiled as the ballet kid. Lord knows, that he just dancing Ballet afterschool, made everyone think he was this pussy bitch who was gay. He denied it all. Well, kind of.

"Um, no," Cody said. "I'd rather not."

"Why not, man," Jay asked. "I've been dying to see you dance, but your rehearsal things are always on days i can't make it."

Edge beamed. He laughed in Jay's face. "Haha, I've seen him dance before." Jay sent him a glare. Edge's grin grew larger. "He was so awesome, if Cody was a girl, I'd do him."

"Dude!" Cody said, face in disgust and disbelief. "What the hell? You're so weird!"

Jay shook his head, muttering, "Any gayer and that statment would have had rainbows coming out of your mouth."

Edge stuck his tongue out. "Don't be jealous now, Jay-bear."

"If you don't shut up, I'll kill you," Jay seethed.

Evan, Randy, Cody, and Stephen watched Edge and Jay walk into the 3rd floor hallway as they continued up to the fourth. Each was shaking their heads as they watched Edge and Jay bicker.

Okay, Evan thought, maybe Edge and Jay weren't the perfect best friends. Perhaps, Evan shouldn't want to model his friendship after with Randy Orton after them. Actually, Evan and Randy rarely bickered. So did that make them better friends?


Randy stared off at the board at the front of the class. He was kind of spaced out. Like everything was on his mind, but really nothing was there, and he was just blanking out. Once he got to math class, maybe 2 minutes ago, he just sat there, looking at the board and going blank.

A hand appeared before his face, thick fingers and stubby nails, waving back and forth. An outside voice slowly broke into his thoughts. "Hey, Orton, You alive in there? Can you see me? Hello?"

Finally Randy snapped out of it and looked up at the voice that had called his name. John Cena stood next to his desk, waving his hand in front of his own face, now. "He can't see me." He looked back at Randy grinned broadly. "Ah, so you're finally awake? Had a nice daydream?"

Randy pushed back the heat that tried to crawl onto his cheeks. He didn't blush. He was cold blooded. Cold blooded things don't blush. You don't ever see a Viper or whatever blushing. Nope. Randy didn't blush. Especially not infront of someone like John Cena, the epitome of male mores and norms. John Cena would never blush. He was way to testosterone filled to even attempt such a thing.

"Sorry," Randy said, holding his face up with his right palm. "I blanked out, I guess."

John sat in his seat as the bell rang, looking over at one of the freshmen that had caught his eye from day 1 of his fourth year of high school. Randy didn't notice John staring. He seemed to have slithered back into his mind, again.

He sighed and eventually, slowly, as if not wanting to stop, turned away and stared at the board, not paying attention to the test review the teacher was going over at the moHe could't help sinking deep into thought himself.

He wondered why he was so infatuated with Randy and Evan. He couldn't stop think about them. Of course he's had other crushes, but this felt new and fresh. Different and unknown.

Back in MA, John had dated many a girl. He was quite popular with the ladies after his sophmore year, where he started working out and gaining muscles. Though he'd only really had sex two times, he had fooled around plenty. Mostly with girls.

Mostly, being key.

At the start of his Junior year, John had gone to a party with a few friends of his, in Attleboro. One of his buddies had a cousin there who was throwing a kegger, so John snuck out that night after his parents went to bed and went a couple cities away. The Party was on a role when they got there. There were girls and boys all over the place. People were getting smashed and in some parts of the house, they were getting smushed, too.

After a while, a couple of beers, and some cold Hawian pizza, John went to the back yard. It was almost too cliche to beleive. There was a gorgeous in-ground pool and people of all shapes, sizes, colors, and appeal hanging out there, swimming, making out, playing a midnight game of touch football. And as his foggy mind decided to sit down on a lawn chair and introduce himself to a group of very cute college girls (a subject John was later happy he didn't do, out of the humiliation it would have become) he spotted a muscled body standing on the other side of the pool's cool waters, wearing a green and white male cheerleading outfit.

John wouldn't deny it. Even without a buzzed head, John had a thing for the flexible types. Perhaps that's the reason for his growing lust towards Evan and his amazing sexy flexability in epic games of dodgeball. He wonder what Evan could do on the mat. But this kid, in the green and white, was uber cute. John couldn't help look him up and down, appreciating the veiw of his nice but in those pants.

Well, Mister Male Cheerleader must have noticed. Because the next thing John really remembers is making out with said boy behind the tool shed, ignoring the insistant phone calls his buddies were sending his cellular. There had been grabbing and feeling, and John thinks he remembers a really hot pressure against his groin that wasn't from his own blood flow.

It had to be the hottest makeout session Cena had ever had in his young high school football playing, sexually confused, sexy dimpled life. Considering JOhn even remembered it as drunk as he had been, it had to have been amazing lip action.

The next afternoon, when he woke up in his room, not even remembering getting in that morning, John saw a text on his phone. He cursed the asshole who decided to text him, since his friends knew he didn't have unlimited text with his plan and that he got charged 15 cents every text message he got.

But when he had seen a name he didn't ever remember putting in his contact list on his phone screen, he forgot the inner cursing and became curious.

Had fun last nite. Wouldn't mind doin it again. Ur a cool guy.

John's pounding head had taken forever to realize that this Nicky Nemeth was the blonde male cheerleader he had snogged several hours previous.

Needless to say, it didn't go anywhere with Nicky since John had moved months after the party, only have contacted Nicky several times with flirty texts, charges be damned. But the experience had suddenly cleared up John Cena's confused bisexuality.

He had definately realized he liked boys, along with his common knowledge of liking girls.

After the Nicky experience as he likes to call it, he started accepting himself as bisexual and came out to his family, ignoring the fact that his mom and older brother had bet on his supposed sexuality. Assholes. And the comfort of his friends being mostly either homosexuals themselves or being pro-gay allowed him to just admitt it whenever anyone ever asked. And within the few months he had before moving to Saint Louis, John had found a sense of self in his attractions.

Except for now!

He was utterly lost on the reason his heart nearly slammed out of his chest everytime Evan grinned and Randy spoke.

"So," suddenly Randy's voice whispered to John, causing the senior to nearly choke on his own spit. Whispering Orton. Sexy images. So sexy images! FOCUS Cena.

Cena looked at him to signified he heard the younger brunette. "Sup?"

"The football team has a game a week from tomorrow, right?" Randy asked evenly, measuring his words. "Are they selling tickets at the gate?"

"Yeah," John whispered back. "But, it's cheaper if you buy it in school. I could get you a ticket if you want."

Randy's icey eyes blazed through Cena's warmer blue hues like daggers, as if he were calculating the mere fibers of the older boys soul. Cena started to sweat. He was anxious having Orton look at him like that. John almost wanted to look away! Randy's eyes were grabbing onto his soul, he just knew it.

"That..." Randy paused, waiting for the teacher to turn her back to the students again. He was surprised Cena was so nice to him. He didn't get why. It was like John Cena was Mr. Amazingly Kind. It was... sweet. "That's would be cool."

"It's all good," John beamed. "I'll get you the ticket tomorrow or whatever."

"Okay."

They seemed to actually both try to focus on the class after that, trying not to look at the other whenever the other would move in the slightest bit. Trying not to let their eyes scan over the other boy in fear of being caught, from either watching your unrequited crush or from looking at a guy in a way you shouldn't.

Randy couldn't even believe he was thinking about checking John Cena out.

He wasn't gay.

He couldn't be gay!

Randy Orton would deny it, on all aspects of the situation.

Randy Orton wasn't gay and he didn't want to kiss Evan, his best friend, nor did he have to surpress the urge to touch Cena's toned and muscular torso.

Randy Orton was afraid.

At the end of class, John stayed a second behind so he would be able to walk out into the hall with Randy.

God, what was wrong with Cena. He was starting to act like a lovestruck teenage girl.

-Love?

Was John Anthony Felix Cena actually in love? He wasn't really sure. Sure, people say they love their crushes. But to love and be in love were different weren't they?

Nah, Cena wasn't in love. Love was for middle aged adults ready to marry, not teenage bisexuals. Right?

John shook the though away. He wasn't ready to even ponder that notion.

"So, you like football?" John asked Randy as they got into the hallway.

"I played it, but I decided to take a break from it this year," Randy said, not realizing how open he was becoming. He brushed off the feeling of openness and fragility "I need to pay attention to class. I barely passed middle school, even with Evan helping me out. Plus I just got sick of sideline coaches telling me what to do from the stands."

"yeah, I gotcha." Cena smiled, dimples coming into full blown view. "Well, that's pretty smart of you to realize how dumb you really are," he teased.

Randy gave him a look. "Ha-ha. Funny. You just moved up on my killing spree list."

John's smile faltered, but came back awkwardly when he saw Randy smirking in amusement at his reaction. "That was little scarey, man. Don't even joke 'bout killing me."

"Oh, but joking about killing other people is still fine?" Randy asked, chuckling.

"Yes. As long as you don't plan on killing me, I'll be okay."

Randy waved his hand in a dismissive way. "Yeah, whatever. We'll see how I feel about that."

They snickered together before splitting up for the day, saying their goodbyes with smiles in place and a glimmer in their eyes that neither saw in the other nor felt in themselves.


A week had passed, when Melena and Nattie were hanging out in Nattie's room.

The room was pink and white all over. It was like a child's princess Barbie house. The walls were this hot pink that when the sun shown in on summer mornings it lit the whole room with a bright glow, no matter if the shades were drawn or not. The furniture was milk white with black stars outlined in pale pink. The room's light came from the ceiling fixture, a soft brush of illumination to the garish walls.

Melena didn't really care for the room, but after years of going there to be with her best girl friend, she stopped minding Nattie's weird color scheme or white, pink, and black.

Of course, Melena had time to get used to it considering Nattie's daily attire mostly consisted of those same colors, only sometimes being replaced with a candy apple red shirt, blue jeans, or that turquoise dress she wore for the eighth grade dinner-dance.

Nattie was really pretty with blonde hair with a pink streak and her developed body. So the pink/black/white theme did her well, Melena mused.

Melena sighed for, what felt like, the 50th time that Thursday evening. She couldn't pay attention to homework at all. The only thing on her mind was boys, boys, boys. And she didn't mean that song by Lady Gaga.

She felt so lonely recently. With the only person she could talk to always with her boyfriend and cousin, Melena found herself wishing for some kind of companionship. But Nattie was never there anymore!

And the guys? All they talked about was wrestling or other girls.

The way they talked about chicks all the time, it was like they didn't even aknowledge Melena as a girl anymore.

But she was a girl. She was a perfectly pretty teenage girl who wanted a damn boyfriend!

But it's like Evan, Stephen, Randy, and especially Mike didn't understand any of that. Melena was one of the boys to them.

Melena shook her head to herself. It's not that she wanted to be treated differently. She didn't want them to change themselves or their disscussions for her. But, what she really wanted, was that they not talk about girls with huge boobs and nice butts with her around if she can't even compliment a passing boy with a nice and lean body, without getting awkward and grossed out looks from them.

She needed a girl to talk to about this and about how she wanted a boyfriend.

But Nattie was always with her stupid boyfriend and cousin. She was no help to Melena's cause.

Melena sighed again.

"Okay," Nattie exclaimed. with a sigh of her own. "Seriously, what's on your mind, Mel. You've been really quiet since you got here."

Melena looked at her best friend with a sad look. "I want a boyfriend." She stopped for a second, not looking up at Nattie, worried to see her give her a look. "I want to hold a guy's hand. I want to kiss him and cuddle. I want him to tell me I'm the best girl in all the world and that he was lucky to have me. And I'm tired of waiting."

Nattie put her arm around her friend. She was a really good friend, Melena had to admit. She was there to comfort and make smile whenever the time called for it. Melena knew she was acting selfish but she couldn't help it. Being so lonely without love makes a girl crazy with selfishness.

"You have to be patient," Nattie said with a lovely smile, her diamond stud earings sparkling in the light, catching the hot pink from the surrounding walls, casting pink reflections to shine in her light hair. "Good guys don't just walk up out of the blue and all of sudden they're your boyfriend. It takes time."

"I don't want it to take time, though," Melena whined. "I want Mr. Awesome next to me right now, hugging me and telling me I'm pretty, making me laugh."

Nattie dropped her arm froma round Melena and flopped back onto her bed, nearly missing her math binder. "What about Mike?"

Melena looked at her flabberghasted. "Mike? As in Mike Mizanin?"

"You said you wanted Mr. Awesome," Nattie smirked. "And he calls himself awesome. I say it's meant to be." She stuck out her tongue playfully.

Melena threw a pencil at her, stifling a shudder of disgust. "That's way too gross to even think about." She laid back, her head landing just a few inches next to Nattie's. Their hair spilled onto the bed's covers, mixing together and making this array of blonde and dark brown shades.

Nattie chuckled at Melena, after dodging the thrown pencil. "It's not all that bad. I think he likes you anyway."

"Again, I repeat, Mike Mizanin, self proclaimed Awesome extrodinaire? Likes me?" Melena rolled her eyes. "Is that why treats me like one of the boys?"

Nattie turned to face Melena, grin plastered on her face, ready to make Melena twitch with disgust. "I don't know. Maybe he likes making you one of the boys. It could be his thing. Some guys like long hair. Some guys like whips and chains. Maybe Mike likes girls crossdressing like boys?"

Melena shot up to sit at the edge of the bed. "Oh! That's so gross!" She grabbed Nattie's pink fuzzy pillow and hit her with it. "Now I'll have nightmares!"

And yet, even though she said that, She laughed right along with Nattie. They ended up defaulting back to homework. And for a while, Melena wasn't thinking about mike or guys or boyfriends.

But as she left Nattie's house a little while later, at around 6 that evening, the sun setting beautifully to her left, her mind ventured again.

In the end she said "Forget patience. I want a boyfriend. And I know the right person to help me get one."

The Next day, she was over her cousin's house, letting Milena get her all hot and sexy for the party that night at the Dibiase Mansion.

She looked in the mirror, in awe of the way she looked. She looked really good in a squirt, even if she hated them.

"Every jaw will drop looking at you tonight, sexy," Milena grinned, standing next to her, hair newly dyed black as coal, making her even more lustful looking. "You'll be leaving the party, carried out by like, 6 guys, on one of those sofa bed things like Cleopatra."

Melena refrained from commenting on how stupid that last part about the "sofa bed" made her sound. She was more occupied with the thought of getting herself the best looking guy at the party, who was ready to make her feel like the prettiest girl on earth.

Because, truth be told, Melena felt like the ugliest girl on earth most of the time.


Cody exited his dance class studio, laughing with the nicest girl in class, Layla El. She was sweet and gorgeous. And not to mention, her dancing skills were amazing and Cody wouldn't ever imagine her not becoming famous for it. Her English accent was intoxicating. Her love for wrestling made her so interesting to talk to. And the fact that she was a semi-closeted lesbian with a really hot blonde girlfriend named Michelle made them have no sexual tension come up, ever, while dancing as partners.

She was Cody's only real friend at the dance studio. Since he was the only boy in the whole dance school, the girls in his classes either crowded around him hoping to attract him, or they ignored him entirely only gracing him with their huge snobby attitudes. Layla was the only one wo was just... real. She was the realest person in the place.

And for that, she became his best friend that was a girl.

"I'll see you Sunday, then." Layla waved back at Cody as she jogged up to Michelle's car, ready to drive back the 15 minutes to her town. The dance studio they atteneded had the best teachers around for ballet, hip hop, and Ballroom that weren't very expensive, so Layla had to travel. Cody just had a 15 minute walk since it was near home for him.

Cody turned the other way after waving at the retreating car. Walking down the sidewalk a familiar pair a tattered converse hightops got in step with his own sneakers.

He didn't have to look over to his right to know who it was. But he looked up anyway, almost like a cautionary habit.

Phil Brooks walked next to him, hands dug deep in his black shorts pockets. His hair was slicked back like usual and he was chewing on a peice of gum, his lip ring nudging whenever his lips sealed together.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silence, Phil spoke. "So, are we going to Dibiase's party? Or are you going to sit at home thinking what if, like the last party?"

Cody brushed off the tone Phil used. It was normal.

The year younger boy looked at the Juniour with a sigh. "I don't know."

"Well, Cuddles," Phil said with a joking tone before going back to his naturally amused tone, seriousness lying beneith it. "You gotta decide quick since the turn to Dibiase's is right over there."

Cody hesitated for a second before saying, "How about we go to my house, drop off my stuff, and I can change, too. And then we can go to the party."

Phil smiled with a shrug of his shoulders. "Sure."

And they did just that. They walked to the Runnels household, Punk greeting Cody's family with a heartwarming smile, eyes turned up in a gleam of it habitual amusement. The Cody change into a pair of straight leg jeans and one of his X-Men t-shirts. He made sure his hair was both neat and casually messy, like he didn't spend as much time on it as he really did. All the while Punk sat cross legged on his bed flipping through the channels on Cody's flat screen TV.

On the way to Dibiase's house, hoping they didn't get there before the game ended at school, and arrive awkwardly early, Cody slipped away into his memories.

About 2 and a half years ago, when Cody had started walking home from the dance studio alone, he had been cornered on the dark street by a group of teenage boys, most likely visiting for summer break from another city. They were all taller and bigger then Cody and he gulped in fear.

"Hey, princess," One of them said, laughing at his own stupid joke. "We just saw you come out of the dance school. Does that make you a ballerina? Are you trying for Swan Lake?"

Cody didn't respond out of fear for his voice cracking and making the chastising even worse for himself.

"No, he's trying for the Nutcracker!" Came a shout from behind the big lugs.

And suddenly, the one who had been calling Cody princess went down to his knees, face red and blotchy, hands flying to hold onto his crotch. A stream of high-pitched curses left his pursed face.

His two other buddies turned around to see who attacked their friend's balls. There stood a skinny kid with shoulder length dark straight hair and a lip ring. He held up his fists in a fighting position, the word Drug written in pen ink on one hand's knuckles and the word Free on the other. An angry look shown on his face. He looked utterly pissed off, like someone had taken away his ice-cream bars. "It's clobbering time!" he stated, firmly.

The guys laughed at how puny he looked compared to them. But they sure shut up when the kid roundhouse kicked them both down, quickly. Before they could get back up, he grabbed Cody's hand and pulled him into a sprint down the street.

After getting far enough that they could no longer hear the cussing coming from the guy who got his balls kicked in, they had stopped and this kid let go of his hand.

Cody couldn't help but laugh inwardly at how ironic it was that someone Cody would usually never accociate with just became his saviour. "Thank ...you." Cody panted out, holding his hand out for this kid to shake. "I'm-" he gulped a breath of air, "Cody Runnels."

The kid smiled brightly through his muffled panting and shook Cody's hand with a firm grip. "I'm Phil Brooks. Nice to meet you."

Before they knew it, Phil and Cody had become the best of friends. Spending time together as much as possible out of the pure comfort eachother's company was.

It took a year or so for Cody to confide in Phil that he was gay, no questioning needed. It took only a minute more for Cody to admit to being completely and totally in love with Teddy Dibiase. Phil just nodded and said "Yeah, I kinda guessed that already, Cuddles."

There friendship only grew strong, and even with the minor nickering they had sometimes, they were the best of friends.

Phil was Cody's best friend. The only reason they never sat together at lunch was because Phil rarely ate lunch and instead went to the library to sleep, while Cody actually act 3 normal meals a day, not 1 huge junk food filled one.

Cody could hear the party's music a couple blocks from the enchanting and exquisite Mansion, it's main wing cascaded in light and crowded with people.

Cody took a deep breath as he opened the familiar front door, hearing Ted's voice from nearby cheering a "HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"


So, I'm really sorry it took me this long to update. The next chapter is the halloween one. Get ready for hilarity. lol. Just a warning already, the boys getting drunk will be my pleasure to write. ...No not that type of pleasure, perverts.
Hope you guys liked this chapter I wanted to get you guys ready for the party chapter, so I made this one extra long.
I wanted to make sure you guys saw a little bit of everyone so far. Even if it was just a tiny something.
I don't want this story to be just about Evan, Randy, and Cena. There are alot of characters I can play with here and I plan to do such. I really wanted to add CMPunk somewhere as I mentioned before, and this came to mind and it just...fit.
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