"We should just have the wedding at our place."

Shawn turned his head and looked at John in surprise. "Wait what?"

"The wedding," John said, reaching out and grabbing Shawn so he could pull the smaller man into his lap. "We should have it at our ranch. We've got enough room on the property for it and it would be cheaper than trying to rent a place with this short of notice."

Shawn mulled that over. John's idea was good and practical but it didn't take into consideration one very important thing. "You want to have a wedding with a whole bunch of wrestlers as the guests at our house? Have you gone mental in some way? They'll destroy the place!"

"We can make them behave," John insisted. He faltered a bit when he saw the look Shawn gave him for that comment. "We can…okay maybe we can't but come on! It's not even the wedding ceremony itself that we would have to worry about everyone misbehaving. It's the reception and if we do it outside away from the house-look, if you really don't like it I'll come up with another idea."

Shawn let out a long sigh and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm not against the idea really. I just think we need to move all our really valuable stuff to a safe location until after the wedding. "

"You really think everyone is going to wreck our stuff?"

"Once they get drunk and if the Lawsons show up uninvited-"

"Wait, the Lawsons aren't invited?"

"Nope."

"Why not? I mean, is it just because they'll be a bad influence on the kids?" That would be a great reason and all seeing as how they were probably the weirdest and most fucked up family he had ever seen. But considering that Mark and Jeff were both coming and the kids weren't staying all through the reception, he figured the destructive trio would be allowed to show up then.

"Well there's that and uh…well I've got some history with James." Shawn hadn't wanted to talk about this because these memories sucked but he figured that John was going to have to know sooner or later.

"History?" John's brow furrowed at that. "What do you mean history?" His eyebrows went up when Shawn didn't immediately respond. "You guys were together, weren't you?"

"What? No!" Shawn shook his head vehemently. "No no no. Never. I never ever did anything with him."

"Then what exactly are you trying to tell me?"

"Well…let's just say that uh…I was a torture victim of his."

"Look what he did to me!" Shawn yelled hysterically at his boyfriend Bret. He had gotten completely trashed the night before and had been left at the mercy of James, who had decided it would be funny to dye his hair orange and stick him in a cocktail dress and then leave him passed out in the lobby with his legs spread open for the world to see. "Do you SEE this? He left me there to get RAPED!"

"Shawn-"

"SHUT UP!" Shawn was so wound up that he had absolutely no control over the volume of his own voice. "Why is he always doing these things to me? I don't do anything to him and all he does is torture me!"

"I know baby, I know." Bret was desperate to get Shawn to calm down because the entire hotel could hear his yelling. "Let's get you in the shower and see if we can get that dye out of your hair-"

"I want you to beat him up," Shawn declared. He wanted James to pay for everything he had been doing to him since the moment they had met. The guy had done nothing but torment him since that moment and he was getting tired of it.

"Beat him up?" Bret looked beyond apprehensive about that (and for good reason).

"Yes," Shawn confirmed. "I want you to beat him up and make him pay." He frowned when he saw the look on Bret's face. "What? You're not going to defend my honor?"

"I didn't say that but-"

"So you're scared." Shawn huffed angrily at that and flipped his hair behind his shoulder. "Well fine. Be that way. I'll go defend myself."

"Shawn don't do anything-Shawn!" Bret reached out and tried to stop Shawn from going but Shawn managed to keep himself out of Bret's grip so he could stomp off in search for James. People were staring at him as he went along, openly laughing at his hair and mocking the hissy fit he was throwing. He didn't even care though. He just kept going until he got back down to the lobby, where he found Mark and James trying to check out of the hotel.

"Princess Shawnie!" James said, cheekily grinning at the infuriated man. "How are you feeling?"

Shawn just growled and made an attempt to hit James right in the face but that went wrong right off the bat. James not only easily blocked the blow but he picked Shawn up and threw him over his shoulders like he weighed nothing at all. "Hey!" he objected. "Put me down you bastard!"

"Make me," James replied. He grinned at Mark, who was shaking his head in exasperation. "What do you think? You think I should toss him into the pool?"

"Do I even need to keep going on?" Shawn asked, stopping the story and shaking his head at John. "I mean, can't you just get why I don't want him around on our day?"

John nodded. "I get-"

"I mean, what if he starts in on that Princess Shawnie shit again?" Shawn had HATED that nickname with a passion and never ever wanted to hear it again.

"Well you're not as girly as you used to be so I don't think you would have to worry about that."

Shawn's jaw dropped before he made a loud insulted noise and getting up so he could storm off. "What?" John said innocently. "That was a compliment!" He sighed as Shawn slammed the door shut behind him. "Shit…that's not good."

…

"You are insane," Ted declared angrily. "Utterly and completely insane. How can you even call yourself a movie fan by saying that?"

Cody rolled his eyes as he played with the neon green crazy straw he was holding. "I don't see why its such a big deal. I think you're being completely overdramatic."

"Overdramatic? You just admitted to not liking The Godfather series? Those were like the best movies ever made!"

"Part two was the best," Evan chimed in. He loved just sitting there and listening to Ted and Cody's discussions while occasionally putting in his two cents.

"I just don't like any of them," Cody said, really annoyed that Ted was acting like he had just punted a puppy across the room. "I mean I've watched all of them because of you but I do not like them. I think they're boring and drawn out and-"

Ted started laughing in disbelief. "Boring? You are on crack my son. Those movies are the greatest-"

"Why is it every time I disagree with you I'm suddenly on crack?" Cody did not want Ted to get started on one of his movie rants and figured that question was the best way to avoid it.

"Well obviously because you smoke crack before daring to open your mouth and disagree with me," Ted replied. He made it sound like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. "I mean really, I'm thinking about going to Vince and saying you need-Randy! Tell Cody he's on crack for not agreeing with me about this."

"No," Randy immediately said.

"Why not?"

"Because it's you." He waved Ted and Evan off while Cody laughed. "Now shoo. I gotta talk to Cody alone."

"But we were here first!" Ted whined. He tried to pout to get his way but when Randy just glared at him he sighed in defeat and grabbed Evan's wrist and dragged him away. They didn't go too far of course. They just went minimal safe eavesdropping distance.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Cody asked, shifting around in his spot, unsure of what to make of the look on Randy's face. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Randy quickly assured him. "Nothing's wrong. I just…" He let out a shaky breath and grinned slightly. "I know things haven't been the best between us lately. I mean between drunken hookups and me fucking up by pushing you away…I know I've apologized and all that and now I want to apologize again because um…well I was an idiot that let what Hunter did get in the way of what I really want."

"Good Lord he can ramble," Evan muttered under his breath.

"I know," Ted said with a nod. "That's why we call him Rambo the Rambler."

"Wait, no we don't."

"You're right, we don't. But it sounds good don't it?"

"So what are you saying?" Cody said, suddenly getting very very nervous about where this was going.

"I was hoping that you would accompany me to dinner tonight. You know, on a date."

Cody's eyes widened. He had had a feeling that was where the conversation was going but it was still hard to believe he had just heard it. Randy asking someone out on a date (let alone HIM) was a hard thing to process. "Okay." That agreement came out of instinct more than anything else. "After the show we'll go."

"Okay."

"Yes!" Ted jumped out of his hiding spot and pumped his fist in the air before proceeding to do a victory dance that involved a lot of air humping and spanking.

"Uh…" Cody wasn't sure whether to yell or laugh at Ted.

Randy shook his head. "We don't know him," he declared. "He's just a strange mental patient that we don't have the heart to kick out."

"Oh. Okay. Whatever you say Randy."

…

"So they're FINALLY going on a date?" Jeff said as he, Jay, Adam and Phil all walked towards the parking lot after the show. The others (minus Randy and Cody of course) were meeting them out there so they could all go rent some movies. They would have gone to the theater but every time a large group of them tried to do that, they ended up getting kicked out for being too rowdy.

"Yep," Jay confirmed. "It only took mounds and mounds of persuasion and Phil grabbing his crotch to do it but its finally been done."

Jeff felt the vein by his eye twitch as he looked over at Phil. "You grabbed his crotch?"

"I got caught up in the moment," Phil said sheepishly. "I was trying to motivate him and-"

"So as a motivational speaker you had to grab his crotch? Wow. I'm suddenly worried about all those speakers that go across the country to talk to high school kids."

Phil, Jay and Adam all exchanged glances and shuddered at what it was Jeff was implying. "Well that's wonderful," Phil grumbled. "I've got images of pedophiles groping underage teens dancing in my head. Thanks a lot Hardy."

"You're welcome," Jeff chirped, either completely missing the sarcasm in Phil's voice or ignoring it.

Jay just shook his head before looking back at Adam, who seemed to have an extra bounce in his step. "Where's the baby?" His best friend had been so damn attached to the fake baby he had been carting around that it was now weird to see him without it.

"With Matt," Adam replied. He grinned and gave Jay an excited look. "I think Matt's starting to want a real one."

Jay raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"So I'm going to be an uncle?" Jeff grinned and bounced excitedly.

"Well he hasn't officially given in yet," Adam pointed out. "But he will. I know my Matty and he will give in. He can't win against me."

"Why not?" Phil asked out of pure curiosity.

"Because I'm Adam fucking Copeland. I get my way one way or another."

Jay just chuckled. "That means Uncle Jay and Uncle Jeff get to spoil the hell out of the kid."

"Of course," Adam agreed automatically. "That goes without saying. But uh…don't try to push Matt into giving in. He's gotta do it himself or he'll get all stupid and stubborn and me. So just keep your big mouths shut and its all good. Understand?"

"Yep," Jeff confirmed.

Jay nodded along. "We understand completely."

…

Cody had absolutely no idea where Randy intended on taking him for dinner and Randy actually didn't know himself until after his match, when inspiration had struck him. "Famous Dave's…" Cody read the sign on the building and grinned. "Barbeque huh?"

"Mmhmm," Randy confirmed. "Unless you don't want it of course."

"Nah, I'm good," Cody assured him. "Barbeque is good." He felt his face turn slightly red as Randy held the door open for him and then held his hand all the way over to the table. Once they were seated they browsed their menus and then ordered a few minutes later.

"How much do you want to bet Ted followed us here and is not like watching with a pair of binoculars?" Randy asked jokingly.

"Oh Lord…" Cody began looking around in search of any sign of Ted. He wouldn't put it past DiBiase at all to do that. "I don't see him around…or course that don't mean much. Maybe he finally got better at hiding."

"He didn't do a very good job at it earlier," Randy pointed out.

"Yeah but he felt the need to do a victory dance, so that kind of ruined it."

"Speaking of, I don't think he should be allowed to dance ever again."

"Agreed. And if he tries we shall tie him up and leave him naked in Sheamus's locker room."

Randy chuckled. "Punishment through Casper raping him. That's rather cruel and unusual punishment. You're a man after my own heart Rhodes."

Cody grinned and nodded his thanks at the waitress as she brought them their drinks. "You've rubbed off on me," he pointed out. "Some would say you're a bad influence."

"And what do you say?"

"I say those people who think you're a bad influence can go fuck themselves."

"Nicely put."

"I thought so too." He grabbed his fork and began twirling it around in his fingers. "So um…what exactly made you ask me out? I mean, I've know you for awhile now and you've never gone out on a date in all that time."

"I know," Randy said, leaning back in his seat and drumming his fingers on the table. "I was talking to Phil and Mor and Jay earlier and they helped me to realize that I can't keep letting that shit with Hunter get in the way of what I want. He's an asshole that gets pleasure out of hurting others."

"You can say that again," Cody muttered.

Randy's lips twitched slightly. "And I'm just tired of letting him win. And Phil wouldn't release my crotch until I came to my senses."

Cody's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah uh…he molested me." Randy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I think you should help me kick his ass later."

Cody quickly nodded. "I think so too."

"Or you should molest him and make him feel better!"

Cody groaned and slapped his forehead while Randy's eyes narrowed as he spotted Ted, who just realized he had completely broken his cover yet again with his commentary. "Ted!"

"…What?" Ted said as innocently as he could.

"You've got three seconds to get lost before I come over there and hurt you."

"But-" Ted quickly realized Randy was not joking and booked it out of there as fast as he could.

Cody sighed loudly and shook his head. "I think we need a new friend."

"I think you're right."