A/N: Lin here. Yes, I'm finally updating this thing. Sorry it took so long. I've been so busy with Pinky Promise. But so here's the next chapter...

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All We Are

Chapter 6: Leaving

"I swear if Logan doesn't kick your ass, I will," Frankie threatened Joanie as they walked down the hallway of the 40th floor of the Marriot Hotel. Joanie looked at him innocently. "Frankie, stop flirting," Frankie mocked Joanie in a high-pitched voice. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What?" Joanie continued to play innocent. "Logan likes John, and you like Randy. I was just putting your foot through the door," she explained.

"I have a boyfriend," he glared at her.

"So," Joanie shrugged as if it didn't matter. They reached the door and stopped in front of it. "Wouldn't it be funny if we walked in on John and Logan?" She grinned up at Frankie who rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, like that'll ever happen," he told her. He pressed his ear against the door. "I don't hear anything, so it looks like you're out of luck," he joked.

Joanie stuck her tongue out at him as she pushed past him and slid her card into the slot and slowly opened the door. The room was pitch black, and Joanie fumbled to turn the light on, regretting it once she did.

"Oh shit!" Although Joanie joked about it, she and Frankie were both surprised to find the two sleeping forms on Logan's bed. Joanie quickly turned the light back off and turned to Frankie. "I told you," she whispered loudly. "They did it! Score one for Joanie," she stuck a finger in Frankie's face, and he slapped her hand away.

"Yeah whatever," he said, rolling his eyes. "Let's just go to sleep," he said, making his way to the other bed.

Frankie had stripped down to his boxers and slid into the bed. He was about to doze off but was startled awake when Joanie hopped into bed next to him. "Hey Frankie," she whispered loudly.

"What," Frankie snapped his head at her, glaring at her.

"What position do you think they used?" Joanie grinned at him.

Frankie rolled his eyes at her once again and groaned in frustration. "Good night, Joanie," he said finally as he rolled over, his back facing her.

"Fine," Joanie pouted as she rolled over so her back faced his as well. "You're no fun. Good night."

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John awoke to the annoying sound of his cell phone alarm going off at 5am. He groaned in irritation as he reached over to the bedside table to turn his cell phone off. But he froze once he felt the body next to him snuggle into him, reminding him that he was not in his room. He remembered the events of the night before and smiled. Logan had admitted to him that she liked him. Following the sound of his cell phone, he leaned over the bed and picked up his shorts from the floor. Fishing for his cell phone from in his pocket, he pressed a button and his phone was silenced before anyone else would wake up.

Logan was still clinging onto his waist in peaceful slumber, and John didn't want to leave her. But he knew he had to. It was a Sunday, which meant that RAW would be aired the next day. Sundays were designated gym days. John hesitantly released himself from Logan's arms, careful not to wake her or the other sleeping forms on the other bed. He dressed quickly and quietly and leaned over the bed to give Logan another kiss on the forehead before leaving the hotel room.

A few hours later…

Logan's eyes were closed, but she was not asleep. She had that feeling in the back of her mind that she was being watched, and it didn't help that she could hear whispering and giggling somewhere near her. She dared herself to open her eyes and was met with the grinning faces of Frankie and Joanie.

"Shit," Logan clutched at her forehead, feeling the impending effects of a hangover. She glared at her friends, who continued to smile brightly at her. "What the fuck are you guys doing?" The room was too bright, so she grabbed for her blanket to pull over her head. As soon as she did, though, the blanket was pulled completely off. Logan groaned in frustration but refused to open her eyes again as she continued to clutch at her headache.

"So how was it?" Frankie asked.

"Is he big?" Joanie questioned.

"Was he good?" It was Frankie's turn again.

Logan squinted and glared at them from where she lay. "What?" Her voice was hoarse.

"You had sex with John last night, right?" Joanie leaned closer to her, wanting to know the answers to their questions.

"What!?" Logan sat up in her bed and glared at them as if they were crazy. "Does it look like I had sex last night?"

Joanie looked at Logan intently. "Hmm," she said, in thought. "Well, your eyeliner is smudged, your clothes are wrinkled, and you have 'sex hair'."

"That's bed hair, you idiot!" Logan hissed at her. "Wouldn't I be naked if I had sex?"

Joanie shrugged in response. "You could have put your clothes back on after you guys finished. So how was it?" Joanie wiggled her eyebrow at Logan.

Logan made a face in response. "I. Did not. Have sex." She said finally. "Where's John anyway?"

"The sex was bad so he left after you fell asleep," Joanie shot back.

"Funny," Logan said with no amusement in her voice. She rolled her eyes. "Come on. I'm being serious."

"I heard his alarm go off earlier this morning," Frankie finally said. "He left, but he did kiss you on the forehead," he smiled, trying to make Logan feel better.

"What, you're spying on Logan's boyfriend now?" Joanie grinned widely.

"He's not my boyfriend," Logan defended.

"Not yet, at least," Joanie replied knowingly.

"Shit!" Frankie suddenly said, causing the two girls to look at him in question. "My boyfriend!"

"No, Frankie," Joanie walked up to him, talking to him as if he were a kid. "John is Logan's boyfriend."

"I wasn't talking about John," Frankie glared at her. "I was talking about Erik." Frankie started to gather his things. "I gotta go home," he told them, the amusement suddenly dying.

"When are you coming back?" Logan asked him as they watched him pace around the room, collecting his things.

"RAW is tomorrow right? I'll see you guys then." He gave each girl a hug. "Right now, I gotta go home and tell Erik about my new job." He smiled sadly at them, dreading the talk that he and his boyfriend would soon have.

"Good luck," the two girls told him before he walked out of the door.

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Frankie took a deep breath as he stopped in front of the door to his and his boyfriend's condo. He opened the door and saw that Erik was sitting on the leather couch in the living room, intently watching TV.

"Hey babe," Frankie said hesitantly. Erik, however, did not acknowledge him. Frankie hung his coat on the coat rack and placed his messenger bag on the kitchen island counter.

"I'm home," Frankie sat next to Erik on the couch, trying to get his attention, but Erik did not waiver. "So are you just going to ignore me the whole day?" Frankie sighed in frustration. He hated when Erik was mad. He could ignore a person like no other. "Fine, be like that," Frankie finally said before getting up off the couch and making his way to the bedroom.

Opening their walk-in closet, Frankie pulled out his luggage and started to throw clothes into it. He made sure to make a loud ruckus to tempt Erik into talking to him, even if it's just to ask him what he was doing. But Erik hadn't shown up.

Fuck this, Frankie thought angrily to himself as he finished packing. He zipped up his luggage and headed back to the living room, luggage in toll. If Erik was going to ignore him, then Frankie would make him pay attention. He stood in front of the TV, right in front of Erik, and Erik was forced to look at him.

Erik noticed the luggage and gazed up at his boyfriend questioningly. "Since you're ignoring me," Frankie started, "I might as well tell you now. I'm leaving."

Erik quickly stood up to Frankie. "What?" He said in disbelief. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah," Frankie nodded in all seriousness. "I got a job with the WWE. I'm gonna start traveling with them tomorrow."

"What, you're gonna be a wrestler!?" Erik looked at Frankie as if he had gone crazy. "Baby, you can't be serious!"

"I'm not gonna be a wrestler," Frankie told him, frowning at him. "I'm a photographer. A lead photographer to be exact." He waited to hear praise form his boyfriend, but none came.

"So you're just gonna leave me?" Erik stated more than asked. He didn't sound very happy at all.

"It's my job, hun," Frankie said, daring to wrap his arms around Erik's neck. His hands started to massage at the back of Erik's neck; something that Frankie knew would help to calm him down. "I thought you'd be proud of me," he pouted as he leaned up to rest his forehead against Erik's. But Erik pushed him away. Frankie huffed. "Why are you being like this? Some support would be nice," Frankie finally said as he headed towards the door. He opened the door but turned back to look at Erik, who was looking down at the floor. "I love you, Erik," he said firmly before shutting the door behind him.

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