Chapter 37: Wait ... What?
"Dude I'm telling you one of us has to marry her" John entered his locker room while rolling his eyes. Randy trailed behind. Randy shut the door behind him before grabbing a chair from the corner of the room and turning it backwards so that he was leaning on the back of the chair while facing John who was seated on one of the many wooded benches.
"I know I'm going to regret asking this because believe me I always do but why does on of us have to marry Ashley?"
"Dude because she is literally both of our wife anyways well in every way but the sexual part but then again you'd know a lot more recent details of her sexual life then I would" he gave the older man a wink.
"Stop winking at me like that " John retorted.
"Anyways like I was saying she's the mother to all three of our kids, she cooks for us and cleans up after us and she irons our underwear. My mom never even did that the whole time I lived with her"
"She doesn't have to do all that stuff" John pointed out.
"But she does and never complains about it"
"So why rock the boat?" John asked "I mean things are good right now"
"Are you telling me you don't want to marry her?" Randy asked.
"I never said that I'm just kinda wondering why you want to marry her … isn't she like your sister"
"I wouldn't go as far as saying she is my sister because then that would have made sleeping with her really awkward"
"Yeah very true … wait … WHAT?? You slept with Ashley?" John asked shocked.
"Yeah a long time ago before I started with OVW"
"But you slept with her , how did I not know about this?"
"I don't know I guess it really never came up in conversation I mean I didn't even know you two had dated each other until a few months after I met you and we were good friends then so I guess I didn't want to piss you off by telling you that I slept with your ex-girlfriend"
John grimaced as he forced himself to swallow the idea of his best friend sleeping with the woman that he loved.
"I'm serious dude marry the woman or I will" John could tell by Randy's eyes that part of him really was serious and that he really would marry Ashley if given the chance.
John cracked his knuckles in annoyance. "Can we stop talking about this … if she wants to marry one of us then fine but I don't want to pressure her into something because that always turns out badly and she ends up doing the opposite of what you want her to do anyways"
"Yeah she's kinda a pain in the ass that way" Randy agreed.
"I just wish I knew what would help speed up the whole getting Ashley to love me the way she used to process" John said.
"Well you know Ashley better than anyone do something for her that she would love" Randy suggested.
"Like what?" John asked.
"Well what does Ashley love … her kids, animals … you could buy her a dog. No that wouldn't work … hmm … she also loves going to the movies, talking on the phone and listening to music"
"That's it Randy I'll write her a song!" John exclaimed.
"I beg your pardon " Randy blinked a few times "you don't know how to write a song"
"I wrote all the freestyles on my album" John pointed out.
"Yeah but writing a song is completely different, you have to write all the music and decide what instruments you want to mesh with the lyrics and it takes people years to write and record songs … just ask Hardy or even call Amy up she'll tell you it's not easy … you have a better chance of getting into a head on collision with Springsteen and throwing him into the backseat of your car before forcing the man against his will to meet Ashley"
"If only I could get that lucky" John complained looking up at the ceiling as if asking whatever higher power that would listen to help him.
"This whole writing a song thing is a ridiculous idea" Randy said.
"You wanna put money on it?" John taunted him.
"I'll put fifty bucks to the fact that you can't write a halfway decent song and then I'll add another hundred to the fact that I can write a better song then you can"
"It's a bet then" John held out his hand for Randy to shake.
"Maybe the better man win" Randy shook the older man's hand.
A/N: I hrt the person who inspired this chapter and she knows who she is. For those of you who are confused the Future Mrs. Randy Orton (this is of course after Randy gets his head out of his ass and leaves Sam) lol she knows who she is.