A Different World
(A/N: Whoooo! New chapter finally coming. I've been so busy doing nothing, it's sad. Okay, well in this chapter John makes a decision! Not to mention...more singing:D)
Chapter 7
John pulled his pants up, muttering to himself.
"All this. I should grow tits like Maria. He'd fuck me then."
"Highly doubt that." Randy said, walking past the sauna.
John rolled his eyes and walked out, looking for Randy. Randy had walked into his room and put on the radio.
"Oh doesn't this song describe our situation." Randy said, laying on his bed.
"I need you and you need me. This is so plain to see. And I will never let you go and I will always love you."
John rolled his eyes, again.
"Last night, I couldn't even get an answer. I tried to call, but my pride wouldn't let me dial. And I'm sitting here with this blank expression. And the way I feel, I wanna curl up like a child."
"I hate this song." John said and turned the radio to a different station.
"See all I'm trying to do, girl, is give you my time. You better not move to slow, cause I'm moving on. I might miss out on the love of my life. As time moves on, I won't always be around and I won't always be down."
"Sing it like Yamin it." Randy said, jamming on his bed.
John groaned and turned the radio station, clearly avoided the situation at hand.
"Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand. When you've been out their searching for forever it's in your hands. When you figure out love is all that matters after all. It sure makes everything seem so small."
"Carrie Underwood, John? Didn't know you were a fan of blondes. Oh yeah...TRISH!"
John, still not talking, pushed the CD button on Randy's stereo.
"Everywhere I go, no matter what I do, boy, I just can't get you out of my head."
"Weather's nice!" Randy said, obviously embarrassed at the song on his CD. John finally smiled and changed the song.
"They say around the way you ask for me. There's even talk about you wanting me. I must admit that what I want to hear. But that's just talk until you take me there. Oh, if it's true don't leave me all alone out here, wondering if your ever gonna take me there. Tell me what your feeling cause I need to know."
"Even Marc Anthony agrees with me." Randy muttered to himself and rolled over on his bed.
John turned and walked out of the room, deciding to pursue the matter later. He sat on the couch and loud music flooded the house. John groaned and noticed the song as "U + Ur Hand" by Pink. John smiled.
Very mature, John thought.
John got up and walked to the kitchen table, where his Fruit Loops had gone soggy. He brought them over to the sink and dumped them. He looked up at the mirror. He's eyes were still a little purple, but they were going down. It had only happened yesterday. He can't imagine how Stephanie is really gonna feel about this. Maybe we can play it off in a backstage segment. I can't be out of action, I have a huge match with 'Taker.
John turned around, right in Orton.
"You have a tendency of being there." John said, avoiding eye contact. He tried getting away from Orton but he pinned him against the wall. "Going somewhere?"
"Yes, actually. My car needs to be...washed. 30,000 miles. Great thing." John said, nervously.
"You just got it last week." Randy said.
"Better get a head start!" John said. He got down on his knees, to hopefully crawl between Randy's legs.
"You somehow find yourself near my crotch, daily, don't you?" Randy said and John blushed with embarrassment. John parted Randy's legs and crawled under.
"Why are you avoiding me, John?" Randy said. John had gotten to his feet and started to walk, now stopping dead in his tracks.
"I-I'm not." John said, with the obvious stutter.
"You are. You've changed in the 15 minutes that just past. All I asked for was commitment. I didn't ask you to transfer your money to me, or perform heart surgery on a dog." Randy said, with a smile.
"Dog? I'd never." John said, trying to find something to change the subject. "The weather IS nice."
"I see your not ready for commitment. Or maybe you don't want one? I assume you'd thought I'd be another piece of ass, right?" Randy said, his temper raising.
"Um, no? Did I say that once?" John said.
"Your insinuating it." Randy said.
"I am? I am?" John said, him temper getting the best of him.
"I say commitment and you run like a pussy!"
"Well maybe I don't want a commitment to you." John said, finally going too far.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?! WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE? I GAVE YOU A BLACK EYE? BIG DEAL! UMAGA FUCKING KICKS YOU IN THE FACE. YOU DON'T AVOID HIM FOR WEEKS!" Randy said, getting very mad.
"Umaga didn't ask for commitment."
"Umaga didn't..."Randy repeated. "Whatever, John. If your gonna avoid me I'm going to leave."
"When are you coming home?" John said.
"By leave, I meant move out." Randy said.
The silence was deafening.
"I didn't give you an answer, because I don't want to be hurt. I don't want you to be hurt either." John said, barely audible over the air conditioner.
"Why would I get hurt? I'll only get hurt if you choose to hurt me." Randy said as equally as low as John.
"I'd never."
"Then why are you scared of commitment to me? We've lived together for two years and known each other for four. If you don't think it could work out, you gotta tell me. I won't know, otherwise. If you don't want to, please tell me, John. I like you. A lot. And if your just gonna play games, I can't last much longer. Now, after I just confessed my heart to you...I'm gonna need an answer." Randy said and moved forward to John.
John swallowed hard. "I don't know. I mean, like. It's really hard. What will the boys say?"
"Who cares what the boys say? They didn't say nothing about Kendrick and London." Randy said, eyeing John up.
"Yeah, but that's different. Everyone thought they were a bit odd, and when they were finally caught in the showers on the security cameras it was kind of a reassuring to some. Mind you, that video was hot and I burned a copy. Who would of that little ol' Kendrick had such a big cock?" John said, suddenly very intrested.
"I made a copy from your copy. I know." Randy said, solemnly.
"Cheer up, grumpy." John said and playfully slapped his arm.
"I'm not gonna cheer up until you give me a goddamn answer." Randy said.
"What do you think it is? Honestly." John asked Randy, who seemed taken aback by the question.
"I think that you do like me." Randy said, after a long pause.
John broke the distance between them with one long step. "That's cause I do."
John leaned in but Orton backed away. "You didn't give me an answer."
"You've got to be shitting me. Yes. Yes. Yes. I'll go out with you." John said.
"Oh, wow. Make it seem more enthusiastic. You make it seem like I drugged you to say that bullshit. Whatever, John. It's obvious you don't want to. I'm sorry I brought it up. I should of let you fuck me like you wanted." Randy said and pushed John out of his way and walked upstairs. He slammed his bedroom door.
"What the fuck? Did I say no?! I said yes." John said, to himself.
He went and sat on the couch, deciding to listen to some music. He put on Music Choice, on his Comcast box and went to Hit List.
"Do you know what it feels like loving someone that's in a rush to throw you away?"
"Not this fucking song." John said and turned it to Party Favorites.
"Hey now! Hey now! This is what dreams are made of!"
"Do I look 10?" John said and laughed to himself and decided to listen to Hilary Duff. He started jamming when someone knocked on his door. He stood up and opened it. It was his boss, Vince McMahon. John dove to his TV and shut off the little girl music.
"Hello, Vince. What brings you here?"
"I've come to discuss Summerslam with you and Randy. Where is Mr. Orton?" Vince asked, looking around.
John decided to play it off like he wasn't the cause. "He's upstairs, probably taking a nap. I'll call for him. RANDY!"
"Yes, Mister I'm scared of commitment?" Randy called down.
John's eyes widened. "Vince is here!"
John heard Randy's bedroom door open and then he started walking down the steps. "Hello, Vince."
"Good, we're all here. Well, we need a way to increase ratings, as you know. We need to come up with racy storylines that hold the attention of all those around. The plan right now, from the Board of Directors, is that they want a hot...homosexual couple." Vince said, forcing the last two words out.
John snorted and Randy's eyes got huge. "Who do they have in mind?" Randy said, fearing he already knew the answer, and if it's who they thought it was there was gonna be trouble.
"You, Mr. Orton, and Big Daddy V." Vince said.
John burst into laughter as Randy looked horrified. "No. There is NO way I'm being his...lover!"
"More like a sex slave. He goes on and he kidnaps you and forces you to be his sex slave." Vince said, clearly into the idea.
"No, Vince. His tits are bigger then my cock!" Randy said.
"That's...bad?" Vince said and laughed. John had tears in his eyes from laughing hard.
"John, you have no room to laugh at this moment. Your going to drop your WWE Championship." Vince said, solemnly.
"To who?" John said, very serious now.
"Mickie James."
John rubbed his ear. "Sorry? I'm not sure I heard you."
"Mickie James." Vince repeated.
"Did I offend you in anyway? Is there a reason I have to drop my championship to a woman?" John asked.
Suddenly, Vince broke into laughter. "Wow, I'm just fucking with you two. Randy, you don't have to be Big Daddy V's lover and Cena you get to hold onto your WWE Championship for now. See, after you beat the Undertaker at The Bash next Sunday, Randy Orton here will be named as your challenger. Do you remember the 2006 feud between Mickie James and Trish Stratus for the Women's Championship?" Vince asked.
"Yes, why?" Cena said.
"That's the premise of your feud. Orton tries playing mind games to get the WWE Championship and at Summerslam, they eventually work and Randy wins the WWE Championship. But Orton's mind games don't end there. You two will find yourself in homosexual tendency situations and eventually there will be a kiss or two." Vince said. "The USA Network requested it. Personally, I don't want to see my two top stars kissing on Raw every Monday, to be honest."
Cena's mouth had fallen. "Nothing is set in stone, John. I'm just informing you of the recent storyline developments. We need to get our viewers back, which have fallen since the murder-suicide of Chris Benoit."
Vince stood up. John and Randy stood up to see him out. "I'll see you Monday." Vince said and walked out of the door. Randy shut the door and stared at the WWE Champion, John Cena.
"Shit, I'll kiss you if I get the WWE Championship." Randy said.
"I'll wear it for you in bed." John said, with a laugh.
"Kinky? I'd love that." Randy said and closed the two feet between them. "I say we get a move on with that storyline."
John smiled. He could feel Randy's breath on his neck and it was turning him on, like mad. "Randy..." he said in ecstasy.
"Ssh, don't speak. Enjoy." Randy said and he started kissing John's neck. John moaned and his wood shot up and poked Randy in the stomach.
"Guess you enjoy this, don't you?" Randy said, with a huge smile.
John grabbed his face and kissed him. Their tongues fought for dominance and then John broke the kiss, much to Randy's disappointment.
"Randy...stop. Please, for a minute." John said. Randy had started to kiss his neck again, but he now stopped. "Randy...I want to be your boyfriend."
End of Chapter 7
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I needed to update, it was driving me mad! Tell me what you think!