A/N: Here we go again. I'm really glad some of you are really interested in this story. I really enjoy writing it for you guys! Inspiration comes from The Miz's new theme song, I Came To Play. I own no one, so enjoy!
A loud series of knocks awoke Chris early the next morning, much to his dislike. He grumbled as he sat up and walked over to the door, opening it to find both Randy and John standing there.
"What do you assclowns want?" he asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"We were going downstairs cause John was hungry and I wasn't, but he refuses to go anywhere around here by himself anymore an—"started Randy, rambling excessively.
"Please get to the damn point," growled Chris, turning his attention instead to John.
"We went downstairs and found Shawn missing," said John simply.
"What do you mean he's missing?" asked Chris, his eyes flashing wide open at the words spewing from Cena's mouth. He pushed past them and ran down the stairs, a series of shivers running up and down his spine as his bare feet touched the cold floor. He looked over at the window where he had left Shawn, and found that Shawn was in fact not there.
"Where could he have gone?" asked Chris, looking around the rest of the cabin. He then looked at the door and sighed heavily, shaking his head. "The damn idiot must have gone after them!"
John and Randy exchanged worried glances. They knew Shawn cared about the older guys, but they didn't think he would actually go out and risk his own life. They walked over to Chris' side and stood next to him, staring out at the fresh snow as they waited for their friends to come back.
Meanwhile, Glenn awoke in the cold snow alone. He groaned as he sat up and looked around, wondering where Mark had gone off to. He stumbled up to his feet and leaned against a nearby tree as he looked around again, finally spotting Mark coming his way.
"Morning, "he mumbled, wrapping an arm over Mark's shoulders and leaning against him as they began their walk back to the cabin. They walked in silence for a few minutes, before spotting the cabin not too far from them. "Oh finally, we're almost there."
"Yeah, hey what's that?" asked Mark, pointing towards something in the snow. They walked up to it slowly, their eyes growing wide when they saw that it was Shawn. "Shawn? Shawn?!" panicked Mark, dropping Glenn down and kneeling next to Shawn, shaking him slightly.
"Thanks a lot," mumbled Glenn from where he had fallen to the ground. He rolled onto his side and looked over at Shawn, frowning faintly. "Is he okay?"
Before Mark could answer, Shawn opened his eyes and looked up at them, gasping when he saw who it was.
"Mark!" shouted Shawn, throwing his arms around the older man's neck and hugging him tightly. "I was so worried about you!"
"Ugh, I can see that," grumbled Mark, pushing Shawn gently away from him. "Help me get Glenn to the cabin. I can't carry him that far on my own anymore."
Shawn nodded and helped him hoisted Glenn up from the ground. They then began the walk to the cabin, all of them more than eager to step into the cabin when the door opened and the others rushed out, cheering and shouting loudly. With the assistance of everyone, Mark and Glenn managed to make it back into the cabin and out of the freezing weather.
"It's so nice to be back," said Mark twenty minutes later. Chris laughed faintly, looking over at the large man. Since returning, Chris and the others had bundled Mark and Glenn up in large blankets, and had made sure not to hurt Mark's arm or Glenn's leg. They both held big mugs of hot chocolate, and were settled as close to the fire as they could get.
"You really had us worried man," said Chris, taking a seat next to Mark. Mark glanced over at him, shrugging faintly.
"Not like we planned for that snow to cave under us," responded Mark, rolling his eyes briefly at Chris.
Before either of them could say much more, a series of shouts were heard from upstairs and Randy ran down the stairs, closely followed by John.
"What's wrong with you guys now?" asked Glenn, sipping at his hot chocolate.
"Shawn's being a jackass. He's stealing our things," answered Randy, looking towards the stairs as Shawn descended them.
"What?" asked Shawn, noticing everyone was staring at him. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Shawn was wearing John's dog tags, and Mark's long black coat, while carrying one of Randy's bottles of baby oil in one hand, and one of Chris' Fozzy CDs in the other.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" asked Mark, glaring over at Shawn. Shawn pouted faintly, looking at what he was wearing before looking back at Mark.
"I'm just trying to have some fun. It's so boring around here," answered Shawn, pouting as he pulled everything off and tossed everything into a pile on the floor. He sniffled softly as he walked back upstairs, slamming the door to his room.
"I don't understand him, I really don't," said John, walking over to the pile of stuff and digging around for his dog tags.
"Why didn't he take anything of mine?" questioned Glenn, frowning.
"You don't have anything good to steal," said Randy, walking over and taking his own stuff back. Glenn frowned again, and then returned his attention to the fireplace.
"I do too," he grumbled to himself, sipping at his chocolate. Mark chuckled softly at Glenn before turning to Chris.
"Get my coat and take it back to my room," he ordered. Chris nodded and grabbed the coat along with his CD, then disappeared upstairs.
A few hours later found most of them sitting around in the living room while John and Randy tried to fix something for them to eat.
"How about soup?" asked John, holding up a can from the bottom of their boxes of canned food. Randy shook his head, digging around in the cooler next to John. "Why?"
"Because soup, like you, is gross," teased Randy, smirking at John. John rolled his eyes at him before throwing the can at Randy, hitting him in the head with it. Randy growled and tackled John, slapping him. Soon a few slaps turned into a few punches, which soon turned into the two of them rolling around on the floor wrestling with each other.
Chris looked up from the magazine he was reading and glanced over at the kitchen, frowning faintly. He really didn't get why those two had to fight over everything, and right now he wasn't in the mood to stop them. A quick glance around the room though showed that he would have to since everyone else was asleep.
Sighing heavily, Chris rose from the couch and walked into the kitchen, kicking repeatedly at the two of them before they separated.
"Get out, I'll fix dinner," ordered Chris. John and Randy rose from the floor and walked out of the kitchen, shoving each other along the way. Chris sighed and began to dig around for food once more, grumbling to himself as he did.
John walked into the living room and plopped down on the floor next to Shawn, while Randy sat next to Mark.
"You're always getting us in trouble," said John, looking over at Randy. Randy glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No, you do" said Randy, glaring at him.
"No you" said John, pouting.
"You!" shouted Randy.
"You!" shouted John.
The fight continued on like that until Randy jumped over Mark's body to get to John. In the process though, he knocked against Mark's broken arm, waking up the sleeping older man who shouted loudly in pain.
Mark's eyes flashed with rage as he used his good arm to reach out towards Randy, grabbing him around the throat.
"Mark you can't chokeslam him, it won't do you any good!" said Glenn, waking up from the noise. Mark ignored him and slammed Randy back onto the floor similar to a chokeslam in the ring.
John laughed loudly, pointing his finger at Randy but stopped when he noticed the glare he was getting from Mark. "Sorry," he mumbled, standing up and heading into the kitchen. A few minutes later, the rest of them were called in for dinner and they ate the meal that Chris had managed to pull together without complaints.
Then, after everything was cleaned up, they made their way upstairs, each one of them eager to get to sleep in hopes that somehow, some way they would be able to leave tomorrow.