I wake up to an unfamiliar feeling; I move my body around trying to figure out what I am laying on when a shock of pain hits me. I groan out and feel my eyes start to sting, memories Start to flood back in my skull, the fucking bus crash. I try to sit up but a wave of nausea hits me, I'm wondering if I had hit my head to. Finally after taking a few gulps of air, I sit up and look around the room. I'm in Jason's old bed room, I can tell by the familiar wrestling posters as well as action figures that stack his shelves. I make my way over to the door and yank it open; my eyes squint as the afternoon sunshine hits them. I make my way over to the living room, and I see Jason sitting down playing his guitar. I smile; I always loved it when he played, His eyes are closed in concentration and his fingers are a blur. "I miss that," I say Jason Stops and gets up from the sofa "Randy, man are you okay?" I smile at the concerned look on his face "I'm fine." He smiles and pulls me into a hug, gently letting go he smiles "Now we can start dinner!" I roll my eyes at him "you're an idiot."
He runs into the kitchen and I follow, but I take my time. I really don't want to get hurt again. As I walk into to the dining room I can smell the food and my stomach starts to growl, I forgot how hungry I was. Lizzy is already sitting down at the table with Jason across from here. "I can't wait," he says as I walk over to him "you waited till I woke up?" I ask him Jason looks away from his mom and smiles "sure did, I'm not that much of an asshole." I laugh "how long was I out?" Jason pauses a moment "not for long, dad carried you to the bed." It's then that I realized that I'm stripped down to my boxers, I feel my face start to blush. "Lets eat, and Randy you should get dressed," John walks into the room
With a plate of steaming stake I look at him for a moment then turn away. "Wait for me ass hole," I mumble to Jason. Briskly I make my way over to the bedroom, the food smelled Delicious and I don't want to wait any longer. I throw on a pair of basketball shorts, then pause grabbing a shirt "oh fuck," hesitantly I make my way over to the kitchen, "Um, I have a slight problem," John and Lizzy look up from the table "what is it son?" John asks "Well, if you want me shirtless for Dinner I might need some help." Lizzy chuckles and I see that Jason started eating with out me, Lizzy is about to get up when John stops her. "Don't move dear, I'll help him," she smiles up at John "you're so sweet," he flashes a quick smile those dimples, damn I shake my head. I shouldn't be thinking that. We make our way to the room; I quickly pick up the discarded shirt and hand it to him. "This really sucks," I say he silently nods his head and he takes off the sling from my arm. "We'll get you properly checked out tomorrow," he mumbles I shake my head and then grin "Maybe get me some morphine?" he looks up and smiles. My heart races, John's face is inches away from mine; he backs up suddenly "alright lift your good arm." I do as he says and he slides on half the shirt, his fingers graze my skin causing me to shiver. "Are ou cold?" he asks but I ignore him "ok, now this will be kind of painful." He wraps his hand around my wrist and shoves it into the sleeve. I hiss out as he starts to pull the shirt up, the burning pain making its way to my spine. "A dislocated shoulder shouldn't hurt this much," he muses to him self I chuckle "you know how I am Mr. Cena," John smirks "I thought I told you to call me John," for as long as I've known him I have never Called him John to his face. "It would feel weird if I did sir," finally my whole arm is inside of the shirt and he pulls it over my body. "Here hold your arm," he says "and keep it pressed to your Body," I smile amused "We're getting up early Randy, so I can get you in with Dr. Michaels," I shake my head and finally he my shirt is on me. "That wasn't so bad," he grins "now we need to put the sling on," he garbs my arm from me and places it inside the sling. He lifts it so that it is tightly pressed against my torso, then he leans in and starts to tie it. I feel his warm breath hit my neck and the Goosebumps start to rise, it feels like Forever but he finally pulls away. "There," he smiles this should hold till tomorrow "now son lets go eat," I smile nervously "yeah, good idea."
After that delicious stake dinner and a few mishaps with my fork, we're sitting in the living room. Lizzy is snuggled up next to John and he's reading a magazine, Men's health no less And Jason is poking my bruise. "Ow," I mumble trying to concentrate on the cover of the Magazine "ow," it that Taylor what's his face? "FUCK!" I finally snap out. Lizzy and John Both look up at me and my face turns warm. "I'm sorry," I say "but Jason won't stop Poking my bruise!" Lizzy's face hardens "Jason, stop that," I see his hand drop to his lap "Thank you mom," I grin jokingly and she smiles "Jason go wash dishes," she doesn't even Look up at him "that's not fair!" I see John turn a page "You heard your mother," His voice comes from behind the magazine. Jason huffs and groans and throws a glare at me, as I watch him leave my eyes land on John. I hold the stare for a moment before looking away. "So," Lizzy says "how's college?" I smile "it's alright;" she nods her head "I'm glad to Be graduating soon," Lizzys face brightens up "isn't it! I can't wait for Jason to come back, I miss him so much." I shake my head "He misses you to, don't tell him I told you," John And Lizzy laugh "no surprise there," he mumbles with a smirk. "So do you have a girlfriend?" Lizzy's questions throws me off "oh um," I start to stutter "No, I haven't got one" John puts his magazine down "Really a handsome young man like you," he pauses "That's ludicrous." Lizzy shakes her head "it's true," a small smile tugs at my lips "you're just saying that," she shakes her head "no were not, right hon?" John picks the magazine up "Yeah."
We sit there for a while talking back and forth about college and Johns plan for retirement in a few months. "Mr. Cena, you're in your what, mid forties," he frowns "late 30's thank you," Lizzy giggles "John is 39," John huffs and drops his magazine "what," she says innocently "I'm your age to," she points out. "Aw Mr. Cena, if it helps any you don't look it," I look over to Lizzy "and you to, you're beautiful," she blushes "Why thank you." I smile and glace over to John, our eyes lock again and his face flashes an emotion I don't understand. He looks back down at the magazine, and I stand up "I'm going to see what is taking Jason so long." Lizzy shakes her head and I quickly make my way out of the living room. I look around and see Jason on the phone sitting on the counter. "Oh baby," he says
A smile on his lips "I miss you to," I try to stifle a laugh at how cheesy he sounds. "No, I'm not coming home early," suddenly his tone changes "Cause," is all he says "Of course Randy is with me, he's my best friend," he grows silent and his brows knit together "Whatever, I'll call you later," he hangs the phone up and frowns. "Hey dude," I say gently as not to startle him, but he just sits there slumped on the counter. "You okay," he finally looks up then his eyes a little sad "I will be, Sam wants me home early," I stay silent "and she got mad you where with me," I narrow my eyes confused "We're best friends…" my voice trails off when he sighs "I thought she knew that to," I walk over to him and clasp my hand on his shoulder "don't worry dude," he looks over To me and smiles "yeah, I've missed mom and dad especially mom." I smile "I know man, I know." We sit there for a while in a peaceful silence till finally Jason jumps off the counter, "If you tell anyone…" his voice fades "I'll kill you," I roll my eyes "whatever. We suddenly Here a crash and John's voice fills the air "I told you, that isn't going to happen!" Jason eyes widen and he runs into the living room, with me closely behind. We find Lizzy picking up a vase and John towering over her "here let me…" he bends down to pick the glass pieces up "No," she sniffs "I got it," he looks up at me then Jason and walks out of the room. Jason whispers for me to check up on John to see if he's alright. "Mom what happened?" he asks before I could hear her answer I'm outside on the patio.
For the first time in the 10 plus years I've known John I see him light up a cigarette. I silently make my way over to him; he's like Jason if I startle him most likely I'll have a broken nose to add to my gimp shoulder. "Mr. Cena," I say softy he doesn't look at me Just at the backyard. The night is warm and fresh, I love it here, cigarette smoke starts to hit my nose and I cough. "Mr. Cena," I say again "How many times have I told you to call me John?" His voice is warm and low "I lost track," I try to smile "Sorry you had to see all that," He brings the stick to his lips and inhales "its okay," I pause looking at his lips and how Nicely they warp around the cigarette. I inwardly curse myself "um want to talk about it?" I ask in hopes his voice can drown out my thoughts. "I don't want to burden you," I lift my good arm up "please Mr. Cena you couldn't be a burden." He chuckles and turns away From me "Liz and me," he pauses "we just don't seem to see eye to eye anymore," my heart sinks "I don't really want to retire you know." I shake my head "I figured you wouldn't," I say "you love your business," he turns his head to look at me "I'm glad you get it, I wish Liz did." I nod my head not really sure of what to say, he throws the butt away and turns around, is elbows resting on the gate. "What we have, this beautiful house, Jason's and Liz's new cars its all thanks to that business," I laugh "what?" he looks over at me eyes narrowed "sorry, I didn't mean to it's just what you said," he tilts his head in confusion. "Most people would thank themselves, you...you didn't," realization hits John. "Oh I couldn't be that selfish," I nod my head "I know." I pat him on the shoulder "I'll let you be," I say "I'm getting tired anyway," he smiles His eyes locking on mine "thank you," he says I dismiss it with a wave. I turn around andI hear him sigh, it sounds so lost and broken. I find Jason and his mom talking amongst themselves quietly. Jason looks up but I shake my head and mouth 'I'm tired,' he shakes his head and goes back talking to Lizzy. That night as I lay down, my thoughts kept going back to John, he seems to have changed a little bit. Usually he's always going along with what Lizzy says, "we just don't seem to see eye to eye anymore" his somber voice rings in my head. That can't be right; I sigh and look over to Jason who is sleeping soundly in the spare bed. I wonder if he knows what is going on, he did talk to his mom. I could ask him tomorrow about it, finally as my thoughts start to settle I start to grow tired.
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A blinding light hits my eyes, I try to cover my face but it gets pulled back. I hear a familiar laugh "Come on son, we need to get you to that doctor," I groan when is see Johns smiling Face. "Ten minutes," I beg "please," I hear him sigh and suddenly I'm being lifted from the bed. "Mr. Cena, please!" I yelp "put me down," he does as he's told and I wipe the sweat from my forehead "damn, you lifted me like I was nothing." Jason comes inside the room "Duh, have you seen his muscles?" I tilt my head trying to remember, I have but I lie "no actually, I don't think I have," Jason smiles "show him dad," John shakes his head "oh I couldn't," but he lifts his arm and flexes anyway. I could practically hear the poor material scream. iDamn John, you never cease to amaze me/i, I feel myself smile as I let my thoughts wonder. "I'm going to need a shower," Jason has already left the room "I'll help you out don't worry," John smiles "just call me when you're done." I shake my head "thanks." I try as best as I can to wash my self with one arm, the pain isn't so bad I'm glad they didn't wait to pop in back in. I glide the soap across my toned chest, enjoying the feeling of silk, I brush past my nipples and up to my sore collar bone. I close my eyes and John comes to My mind, I snap my eyes open. Shocked that he was even there to begin with, but in the back of my mind I'm really not. "I better stop this shit," I say to myself and quickly rise off the soap suds. I get to the bed room and put on a pair of shorts, my shoulder does scream But it's to a point where I can ignore it. "Mr. Cena!" I yell "I'm ready!" but I don't get an answer. "Mr.-!" but Lizzy interrupts me "Randy, stop yelling," She smiles "John went outside for a moment," I blush "sorry for yelling," she dismisses it "do you need anything?" I nod "Yeah, with my sling," she starts to walk towards the bedroom "I can help you." I follow her into the room and she helps me with my shirt and sling, she is done quickly "There," she kisses my check and I blush again "thank you." As lizzy walks away, I can't help but feel a little disappointed.