Ted handed Cody an aspirin and a bottle of water. "Are you okay Code Man?" he asked, hovering over his best friend who was nursing a very bad hangover. He himself wasn't feeling that great but he was keeping his mouth shut about it because Cody didn't need to hear him complain at the moment. There was something else bothering the younger man and Ted intended to get to the bottom of it.

Cody shook his head as he placed the pill in his mouth and chased it down with a drink of water. "No I'm not," he replied.

"Are you going to spew? Because I've got just the thing for that." Ted grabbed a little Dixie cup and held it up. "See?"

Cody looked at him like he had gone completely stupid. "Dude! What the hell is that going to do? That wouldn't work at all!"

"It might," Ted said defensively. "If you only had to throw up a teeny tiny bit."

Cody rolled his eyes and pushed the cup away. "I'm not going to throw up. That's not the problem here."

"Then what is the problem?" Ted asked. "Come on Coddles, you know you can talk to me. What else is your bestest friend for?"

"First of all, don't call me that," Cody said irritably. "That's annoying. And second of all…well…Randy kissed me when we were in the closet last night."

Ted grinned at that. That was good news in his opinion. "Well congratulations!" Honestly, it was about time the two of them did something. It was so obvious that they wanted each other and the fact that they weren't acting on it was insane. Of course he knew he was sort of a hypocrite because he had feelings he hadn't acted on yet but this was different. Cody and Randy were so obviously right for each other that to deny it was just against the laws of god and man.

"Congratulations?" Cody repeated slowly. "Dude!"

"What? That's what you wanted wasn't it?"

"Well yeah but we were drunk! And us being drunk and physical doesn't end well, remember?"

"Okay so it didn't the first time but that doesn't mean it can't be different this time around." Ted sat down next to Cody and made sure his best friend couldn't look away from him. "Look man, I'm not the brightest bulb in this universe but I know that you and Randy are so fucking right for each other. Like seriously, whatever is stopping you two from being together, it needs to go away so you can just get with it already!"

Cody shook his head at that. "Its not that simple-"

"Yes it is! You guys just can't get out of your own way to see it. You love him and I know he loves you, even if he's too much of a pussy to admit it."

"I don't know…"

"Look, you have to trust me on this."

"Wait wait wait. Hold the phone there Teddy. Every time you say I have to trust you, it doesn't exactly end very well."

"Hey, that's not the point! The point is, you and Randy are so totally right for each other. You know, I know it, he knows it, our friends know it, the rest of the locker room knows it, the fans know it-"

"Okay Ted I get it."

"-the ring crew knows it, the TNA locker room knows it, your future adopted love child knows it-"

"Ted! I get it okay? Now would you shut up for two seconds?"

Ted reluctantly closed his mouth. He didn't know why Randy and Cody were always making this much more difficult than it needed to be. To him, it was all very simple. They loved each other so they should just get together already. "You should talk to him," he finally said. It had been ten seconds since he had last spoke so he figured it was safe to talk again.

Cody gave him a look that said that the silence had not lasted long enough but he didn't try to make Ted shut up again. Instead he just put his hand over his stomach and groaned miserably. "If I go talk to him now I might throw up on him. I think that conversation needs to wait until I feel better."

"Okay, fair enough," Ted conceded with a nod. There was no sense in having everything get ruined by vomit. "So what should we do until then?"

"I don't know…maybe go torture Hornswoggle again?"

Ted nodded slowly at that. "Yeah, sure. That sounds good to me."

…

"Damn it!" Shawn yelled in exasperation. He was rubbing his temples furiously to try to offset the migraine that was coming his way but it wasn't working that well. "Damn it damn it damn it!" His wedding planning was starting to fall apart on him. He couldn't find a design he liked for the cake, the church that agreed to let them hold the wedding there changed their minds which meant they had to get a whole new location and to top it off, John's family still hadn't said whether they would even show up or not. It was frustrating the fuck out of him because he wanted this whole wedding to be perfect. This was going to be his third trip down the altar and John's first, so he was determined to make this the best wedding ever. And for anyone to try to make that goal difficult for him was fucking blasphemy in his eyes.

"Baby calm down," John said. He reached over and grabbed Shawn's arm so he could pull the older man onto his lap. "Please calm down. It's not that bad-"

"Not that bad? John, we're a week and a half away from the wedding and we don't have a cake, a location or your family! I have to call everyone who is coming and tell them about the new place if we even find one and who knows who will even let us have it anywhere on such short notice-"

John could tell that the panic train was just getting started and he decided to nip it in the bud before it got too out of control. He pressed his lips against Shawn's and kissed him for all he was worth, tightening his grip on his fiancé until he felt him kissing him back. They stayed in their embrace for several minutes, testing their breath holding limit as they made out. When they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for air and John was smirking triumphantly. "Feel better?"

"Momentarily," Shawn admitted. He resumed the kissing and John happily slid his hands up Shawn's shirt, running them up and down the older man's back. He wasn't about to freak out about the whole wedding situation the way that Shawn was. There was no point in it. He had never expected his family to come at all, even though his parents seemed to be slightly coming around to the idea of him marrying Shawn. The cake problem would be easily solved once Shawn stopped being so damn indecisive and while the new location thing was definitely an issue, he had the confidence that they would work something out. This wasn't the end of the world even if Shawn felt like it was.

The door suddenly opened and Hunter came barging in without an invitation. "Must you do that?" he asked irritably.

John gave Hunter an irritated look. "Yes," he replied. "This is our locker room and the door was shut."

"Yeah well I need to borrow Shawn," Hunter snapped. "We've got a tag match tonight against Big Show and Jericho and we can't really talk strategy if he's in here with you."

"Well maybe you could wait until we're done."

"And maybe you could act like a fucking professional for once. This is work people, not a fucking orgy!"

John just about got out of his seat so he could get in Hunter's face but Shawn jumped up first and shook his head. "I'll handle this," he promised. "Don't start with him."

"Yeah," Hunter said smugly. "Don't start something you can't finish."

"Hey, you shut up and don't start anything too!" Shawn snapped, turning on Hunter so fast that John had to laugh. "You hear me?"

John continued to chuckle as Shawn practically shoved Hunter out of the room so they could talk. "He's gonna get it," he said gleefully. He shook his head in amusement and grabbed a magazine so he could read it until Shawn came back in. One way or another, he didn't see that conversation taking too long.

…

"What the hell is your problem?" Shawn asked as he glared at Hunter angrily. They had walked a little ways down the hall so they could have a little bit more privacy. "Why do you have to come in there and start antagonizing him?"

"Antagonizing him?" Hunter repeated incredulously. "I didn't antagonize him! I came to discuss business with you and found you two practically humping! Sue me for not wanting to see that."

"Hunter, you walked into OUR locker room uninvited. It's OUR locker room and if we want to make-out and hump each other that's our choice! And don't you roll your eyes at me!" Shawn slapped Hunter's arm in mid-eye roll. "You hear me? Don't take that attitude with me because I'm not going to put up with it."

"I'll take any attitude I want to take," Hunter said defiantly. "I don't like Cena. You've ALWAYS known that I've NEVER liked him. I'm not going to change my mind just because you're about to marry him."

"You won't even try though," Shawn pointed out. "If you would stop being a jackass for two seconds you might actually like him."

Hunter snorted loudly at that. "Why would I like him? He's a goody fucking two shoes that-"

"You just don't like him because he's dating me," Shawn stated bluntly. He knew that while Hunter did hate John for the reasons he said, the real reason behind the majority of the hate was because of Shawn was with him. Shawn was used to that from Hunter; Hunter had hated everyone he had ever dated who wasn't him. Shawn knew damn well that Hunter wanted him back but that was never going to happen. Shawn was completely and totally in love with John and wasn't about to ever leave him.

Hunter pursed his lips together and shook his head. "He'll never love you the way I do. I hope you know that."

Shawn snorted. "No he won't. He loves me for me. You just love me as a trophy."

Hunter's eyes narrowed at those words. Shawn knew he had just pissed him off but he refused to flinch. Instead he just kept his gaze steady and watched as Hunter turned on his heels and stormed off, their pre-match discussion forgotten about completely. Shawn sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Well shit…that match is going to be a bitch to get through later.