Fluffy angst. Enjoy.

Family

When Randy awakes that morning, he awakes to the sight of John's head on his bed, his back slouched, soft inaudible snores falling from his lips, tiredness clearly plastered on his face and Randy grins as he tries to shake John awake but he won't wake up. The nurse walks by towards them to check on Randy, her face filled with makeup and before she can walk out, Randy reaches out to grab her arm and whispers something in her ear and she laughs before she pulls out a pink bag and Randy takes it.

After an hour or so, John wakes up to the sound of Randy's giggling and John doesn't know what he finds so amusing, "Randy? What—?" Randy points to his face and John arches his eyebrow before John wipes his hand over his face and finds a type of powder sticking to his hand.

"What's this?" John asks.

Randy's shuffled giggles turn into full bubbly laughter and Randy runs his hand through John's hair, still trying to stifle out of his laughter as Randy takes a mirror out of the pink bag of his and shows John his face and when John sees the amount of makeup smeared across his face, he pales and shakes his head, wiping the soft red liquid away from his mouth and he wipes his face with a tissue. "Not funny, Ran. I mean, red doesn't do good with my complexion."

"Sure," Randy rolls his eyes.

John's eyes catches the nurse's pink make up bag and he reaches out for the bag, taking out purple lipstick and Randy covers his face with his sheets, "no, purple doesn't go well."

"What about green, viper boy?" John says, pulling out a bottle of flashy green nail polish and stands up, throwing himself on top of Randy and takes off the sheets, hearing the giggling Randy, he takes his hand and looks at the clear nails, "whoa, did this viper have a manicure?"

"Yes, a very expensive one." Randy tries to push John off but the fatigue body of his is making him unable to push John away from his body and after a while, Randy turns tired and collapses from exhaustion as John opens the polish, wiping the green liquid on his nails and after about ten minutes, John stares at his work, satisfied. "The color really stands out against your skin."

"Well, I'm not as white as you," Randy reminds him, looking at his nails, "I feel like a girl, John."

"Jeff Hardy does it all the time." John reminds Randy and Randy nods his head in agreement and silence sink in as Randy takes a bottle of alcohol and takes the polish off, and in a few minutes, after he's done, the silence still roams between them and it's beginning to turn awkward.

"Should I go get us something to eat?" John asks but Randy shakes his head. "It's…really quiet, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Randy agrees.

No words come out of their mouths once again as Randy stares out into space, his thoughts are entangled into each other, no words coming out of his open mouth as pain and agony take over the soft plastered blue pool of his eyes and John just watches as Randy twists his head away from the window.

"Randy?"

"It's fine. Really. It's fine…" his voice is shaking.

"What are you thinking of, Ran?" John's still on Randy's bed, except not on his body anymore and he suddenly leans down, both of their faces only inches apart, their lips aren't touching but oh, so close… Randy's about to push him away but before he could, his thoughts spill out of his mouth. "My family."

"Hmm?"

"Alanna's gone…and Sam…Sam doesn't like me anymore…my parents don't even know I exist…so where's my family…?" the thoughts fall off his mouth so tiredly, so brokenly, and John finds himself feeling as if these words are sinking in his own flesh as both of their eyes lock, not tearing their faces away from each other.

"You've got Ted and Cody," John suggests, remembering the duo, "and Mike and…me…" the last part is too uncertain. Does he really want to be a part of Randy's friendship-linked family? It's what he feels like he's implying. "You've got me."

You've got my heart.

John bites down his lower lip. No! Don't confuse Randy harder than he already is! Leave him alone… John's ready to kiss him. He would've but he didn't. He wants to brush his hand against Randy's cheek and he's pulled all of his energy in not doing so and in a while, it seems easy but it really isn't.

"I want Allie back." Randy whispers. His voice shatters. "It's just so hard…you know?"

"No, I don't know," John answers truthfully, "but I know that when things get tough, you shouldn't back down. That-that's not like you."

"I don't know who I am, John. I'm just…confused."

No more words are uttered as John slowly lean down to capture Randy's lips into a kiss and the shock is so overwhelming that Randy pulls off, staring into John's eyes, "why did you—?" he wants it. He does but he's just too confused. John and him aren't supposed to be meant to be, right?

They aren't.

Randy and John aren't…from what Randy knows that them being together just breaks them but then again, Randy does have this strong feeling…what is it? He doesn't know anymore…he's just—

God, why is the world spinning?

The world's just spinning and spinning and spinning.

"I'm sorry, Randy." Even if he isn't. He wants Randy and he wants him now and Randy could see that hint of lust in John's eyes as Randy takes John's shoulders and pulls him in for a kiss, their tongues are twisting into that kiss, all emotion, all passion, but as Randy pulls away, breathless, John stares down at the look that's burning in Randy's eyes. "John, I want you."

"Randy?" John's slightly confused, seeing Randy act like this, shaking and shivering with that burning lust in his eyes.

"Come on, John…touch me…sleep with me…fuck me." Randy grins a childish grin and John stands up, slightly horrified at the look that Randy's giving him. "John…?"

"Randy, you're confused-d"

"No! I'm not! Touch me, John! Don't you want me?"

Just not like this.

John walks back towards him and he brushes a hand through Randy's cheek, his hand lifting his chin, both of their eyes are locked into each other, entwined thoughts, and Randy's head is buried into John's chest as he sobs. "Dammit, John! I don't know what to do anymore…I'm fucking dying…what should I do…?" his voice is cracking so hard and John doesn't know what to say anymore…

I'm almost done with half this thing! :D

Anyways, the next one is 'Creation'. Hope you like that one. ;)

X Sam.