A/N: Sorry for the long time for waiting. Life has been busy. God I Hate the MIZ!
Two months since I had last talked to Randy. Now I know I should be feeling a lot better but I still feel pretty hurt. I mean hell he was the first guy I loved, the first guy I slept with. How was I supposed to just feel better? I mean yes it did get easier. Now I could watch RAW and only slightly cringe when I saw him but hey it was a step up right? Talking to John helped me out a lot. Some nights we talked about Randy but only if I brought him up. Which was almost never. Tonight John was coming over to stay with me for the weekend. I was busy cleaning the house and singing along to the music to hear anyone knock on the door. I jumped when I felt hands go around my waist. John laughed" Well if you had the music down you would have heard me call out." I turned giving him a mean stare. "You scared the shit out of me." I hugged him and gave him a quick kiss. "How was England?" I asked as I started to make some food knowing John would be hungry.
John sat down making himself at home" It was fun. A lot of chicks." He smiled. I rolled my eyes. Everywhere John went there were a lot of girls following. "Well I am glad you had fun. How is everyone?" I said as I pulled some chicken out of the fridge. He shrugged "Everyone is good. Adam says hi, Mark is taking some time off to go see Sara. Not a lot of things going on really." I bit my lip, the only person I wanted to know about he didn't tell me. "And Randy?" I asked in a whisper. John sighed "He's home, got hurt." My head snapped up "What? He got hurt? How? When? By who?" John smirked" I knew you still felt shit. But he broke his ankle, about a week ago, landed on it wrong." He said as he got himself a beer.
Once the chicken was in the oven I excused myself out side. Saying I need a cigarette, but really I wanted to call Randy and make sure he was ok. I know it's stupid but I was worried about him. As I let my smoke I dialed the number that I knew by heart. Holding the phone to my ear I waited as my heart was beating in my ears. "Hello?" He answered. My breath caught in my throat as I heard his beautiful voice in my ear. "Hello? Is someone there?" He growled. "Randy?" I whispered softly.
Randy's POV:
I was already over this fucking cast on my foot. It was really annoying to not be able to be walking around 100% but oh well I had to deal with it. At least I was able to be home. It didn't remind me of Jayden anymore, only my room but that was to be expected I guess. My cell started to ring and a number I didn't recognize popped up. So I picked it up "Hello?" There was no answer. Fuck it was probably a fan or something, "Hello? Is someone there? "I asked loudly, fuck the least they could do I say something. What I wasn't expecting was the voice I heard." Randy?" It said quietly. "Jayden?" I asked in just as quiet she had.
Jayden POV:
I took a deep breath as I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. "Yeah Randy it's me." I said breaking the quiet. "What's up?" He asked trying to figure out why I was calling. "Well I talked to John and he told me about your ankle. Are you ok?" I asked trying to sound calm when I was shaking. He took a deep breath "Yeah I'm good. How are you?" He asked me. I smiled as if he could see me. "I'm good. Like I said I just wanted to make sure you were ok." I stubbed the cigarette out and saw John watching me from the kitchen. I flipped him off as I turned my back to him. "Yeah. I'll be ok. Thanks for calling" He replied. I nodded "Yeah well I better get going. Glad you're ok Randy." I went to hang up when I heard him whisper softly "I love you Angel." I hung up quickly before my tears could spill over. Everything I had worked on had now just gone down the drain. He still loved me. I walked inside and smiled at John "so what's the game plan for tonight?"
He held his arms out thinking I would need a hug, "Whatever you feel like doing Jay." I thought for a moment trying to think of what we could do. There were a lot of things to do. "We could watch some movies?" I said trying to make an excuse to stay in tonight. John nodded "That could be fun. How about a nightmare on elm street marathon?" He asked getting excited for me. I nodded "Sounds like a plan. Come on let's eat." I said walking into the kitchen. Thankfully my chicken didn't burn which I was a little afraid of. We ate in small conversations, each one of us not knowing really what to say. My mind was on Randy, and I know I was the one who put him there. I just wished I could hug him and be around him but I knew I wouldn't want to do that. After dinner John helped me with the dishes before we put the movie on. I snuggled next to him on the couch and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for coming John; it means a lot to me." He smiled" No problem Jay. Now watch the movie." I smiled as I found myself getting lost in the horror on the TV.