Its was a ride to the man's home. Its was in a quiet neiborhood, probably Randy never went to. It had trees up and down the streets and the leaves was blowing in the wind. Its was a pretty sight. The man pulls up to his driveway and parked his truck. He got out the car and goes to open his door. The man went back and carefully takes Randy out the truck and the guy went and took Randy straight to his spare guest bedroom. He carefully laid Randy on the bed. The man quietly takes off Randy's shoes, socks, jacket and shirt off leaving on his jeans. The man leaves the room and let Randy sleep so he could get himself together and went to bed too.

The next morning the sun rose and shined in the room Randy was sleeping in. Randy grunted from the sun and a major hangover as so he thought. Randy rosed up from the bed and scanned his surroundings. Where was he? How did he get here? Did he go home wih someone? Those questions was flooding the Sex God's head. His headache wasn't helping much neither, Randy groaned and got out the bed. He seen his shirt folded neatly on the clothes basket, his socks was stuffed in his shoes that was by the door. Randy got up but seen a bathroom. Randy walked in the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Minutes later Randy was fully dressed. He wanted to leave but he didn't know where he was at. This house wasn't belong to any of his clients. He thought that out of he was too druck to remember who he went home with or that he had been kidnapped. Randy peeked out the room and slowly walked down the hallway that Randy thought it took forever. He was in the very back room. Some sicko wanted to have Randy to himself and Randy wasn't going to let that shit happen. Randy finally found the steps. Randy ran down the steps and had his hand on the doorknob. He was about to open the door and leave.

"Hey..you're finally up"

The voice made Randy stop. Randy looks behind him and seen a man was like 6'1, nice buzz haircut and very muscular. Randy thoughts got the best of him again...he must been the one who kidnapped Randy. Randy got pissed.

" Look pal, I'm not into your sick shit! I'm not nobody's property but my own! So you can kiss my ass and I'm leaving!"

" What are you talking about? I don't want to hold you captive. You was drugged last night and two boys was about to rape you and I saved you"

"...Saved me?" Randy said confusedly

"Yeah, you was about to get raped but I saved you" The Man smiled.

Randy was about to get raped. Randy sat there to process everything that the man said. All Randy could remember last night that he was at the club like always and he was dancing and after that...nothing. Randy looks at the man with confusion.

"I swear..I wouldn't do anything to harm you. Oh and excuse me for not introducing myself...Hi my name is John Cena." John smiled and extended his hand out in front of Randy for a shake.

Randy looks at John's hand and back at John. Randy slowly took hold of John's hand a shakes it. "...Randy...Randy Orton"

John shaked back. "Nice to meet you Randy. Now tell me what a kid like you during hanging around those kind of people?"

"I'm not a kid"

"Well how old are you then?"

"What is it to you, bub?"

"Um..I'm just being nice"

Randy sighed. "20. There..you happy?"

"Wow, and you're not a kid"

"What's your point?"

"Just asking"

Randy sighed again but this time he was getting annoyed. " Look, I don't have time for this..." Randy was heading out the door.

John shouted. "Randy wait!"

"What?" Randy snapped at the kinder man.

"Have some breakfast before you leave"

Randy stood there and again confusion showed its head. Why this guy is being so nice to Randy? Randy just shook his head and looked at John. "Fine..."

John smiled. "Great. I can't let you leave without eating"

"Whatever"

John smiled and leaded a fustrated Randy to a kitchen. The aroma of the bacon that is sizzling in the pan, eggs that is being fried on a griddle, biscuits baking in the oven, fried potatos being fried in a pan sent Randy's taste buds on vacation. It has been a while since Randy had a home cooked meal cause he always been out. John lead Randy to a bar stool which was in front of the stove. It was just like Randy seen on the Food Network. Emeril's bar stool with his stove attatched to it. Randy watched John cook. John and filled Randy's plate with bacon, eggs, fried potatos and 2 biscuits and a nice tall glass of fresh squeezed OJ. Randy's favorite. John fixed him a plate but sat at the further end of the bar to give Randy some room. Randy looked at his plate for a minute until he started eating. The food was amazing.

"so...what do you do for a living Randy?" John asked

"I'm a gigglo" Randy says like its nothing.

"So you sleep around?"

"no. I fuck around"

"Oh..."

" Is that a problem?"

"No...No. You use protection right?" For some reason John was getting concerned about this boy.

"Is this 20 questions?" Randy shot at John.

John looks away. "Um..."

Randy gets up. "Look thanks for whatever you did for me but I want to leave now"

"But..."

"Goodbye.." Randy goes to the door.

"Wait!" John shouts.

Randy sighs angerly. " Look I want to leave!"

"I know but...the door is always open if you need to stay"

Randy let thak sink in his thoughts and chuckled. "And who says that I need your help?"

"Just in case"

"Whatever.."

Randy walks out the door and John sighs.