It took me forever to update. I even forgot what this story was about. XD. But I hope that you didn't. If you did, then this is going to be very hard for you I guess. By the way, I almost forgot about this fic but then, when I saw it, I felt soo guilty for not updating here. And other fics. I stir too many fics. Dammit.
Two Roads
The colors around him are all dulled black and blue as John rolls around his bed but wakes up when he feels nothing there but air that interrupt his sleep and as his eyes slowly flutter open, two icy blue eyes that search around the darkness that engulfs then entire room into nothing but blackness and pain and horror and his eyes search the room for Randy's body and he finds him, by the window, with a sheet wrapped around gray sweat shorts and a ragged black t-shirt and John walks over to him, sitting beside him on the table, staring outside at the window.
"Randy?" John kisses Randy's cheek but Randy's just staring out in the endless void of nothingness outside the window. "Are you hungry? Do you need anything? …Ran?"
Randy looks at him, staring at him with those sad eyes that just burn a hole in John's heart, "Randy, are you—?"
"I hate this," Randy's voice is soft and delicate. "I hate this. I fucking hate all of this! John, look outside, what do you see? You see a world that has no limits but I don't. I don't see any of that anymore. It's all limited. My time. My place. Just everything is limited. There are no two roads anymore. Just one road. One way to go. Death."
Every word stings harder than ever and John finds himself just staring at Randy's face, "you know that's not true."
"Not true? I'm fucking dying and I don't know why I want to live since I have nothing to live for. Dammit! I thought that when I'd come back here, everything or at least something to go right but nothing's right. Everything's just messed up!" John engulfs Randy into a hug, trying to calm down the panting man but he won't calm down. "John, why the hell is this happening to me? Why me?"
"I-I don't know," John kisses Randy's forehead and Randy pushes him off. "Ran—?"
"Don't come any closer." Randy says, covering his body with a blanket, "I don't think that I can take another thing happening to me…why does this have to be the way I go? Why can't it be peaceful? Why…?"
John watches as Randy goes back to watching the window, just blankly staring at it, and John lays down beside Randy, peering out of the window, looking for that two roads one road thing that Randy's been talking about but he just can't see it as he puckers his lips. "You know what I see?" John's eyes intensify around the image outside of the window. "I see some sort of painting."
"A painting?" Randy repeats.
John nods his head slowly, "yes, I see a stupid painting and we're all just stupid people tossed in it and we're all trying to make ourselves bigger than we already are because when we look in the sky and compare ourselves to stars and planets, we're all just as small as ever but what matters is what you feel…if you feel important, then you're trying to cope. If you feel small, then you're just like the rest of those stupid people. Just dots."
"That's how you see the world?" Randy replies, soft as ever.
"How I see the damn world around me." John nods his head, silently and they both stare at each other, unable to say the words they're itching to say as John takes another blanket from the nearby chair and leans back down next to Randy, both on the cold floor, and before Randy can say anything about it, John's on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, his arms on the floor as if he's been pinned down and Randy watches John as he tries to go to sleep. 'Cute' is the word to describe the relaxed face of John Cena right now.
You're beautiful.
Not as beautiful as you are.
I love you.
Randy bites his lips, he doesn't know the meaning of those three words much less say them all over again, without meaning at all, and it doesn't take much until Randy's asleep and both of them are trapped with each other in this mess but they don't really care as long as they're together and as sunshine burns and the birds sing to another stupid morning in this stupid painting, John Cena slowly opens his eyes and looks at Randy, who looks too peaceful asleep.
You look more alive sleeping than you do awake.
John watches him snuggling to John's chest and he can't help but smile. Randy's too cute sometimes and he holds Randy close, just staring into that face at ease, not caring for anything anymore.
Just nothing.
Next one is 'Illusion'.
Summary: Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes volunteer to help children who'd never drawn anything before. Randy and John tagging along? That's what makes everything one hell of a nightmare.
X Sam.