Two weeks later
It was the day of Hunter's funernal and John was so nervous as he put his tie on around his neck. Most of the people that are going to be there are people that John barely knew and the only ones that he will know there is Shawn and Randy. John sighed sadily as he thought about Randy and what he said to John a few weeks ago. Shawn heard John crying by the front door and went to comfort him, saying that he would help John raise the kids...
John was thankful that Shawn was there for him after what he went through, but John couldn't help but think that it was very sad that the three children wouldn't be looked after by their father. John missed Randy so much but he could never forgive him for what he said.
Shawn knocked on the bedroom door and walked in. "Are you ready to go, John?" He asked, tying back his long dark-blond hair. "Are you sure you want to come?"
John looked at his friend with sadness in his eyes. "Of course," he replied. "I have to go... I have to be there for you..."
Shawn held back tears and hugged John close to him. "Thank you, John..." He whispered as a tear rolled down his face. "You were always a true friend to me... What would I do without you?"
John smiled a little at him and looked at his cellphone. "I think we should get moving before we're late," He said.
Shawn nodded. "Oh," He remembered something as they walked down the stairs and to the front door. "Is Randy still coming?"
John sighed. "I don't know..." He shrugged his shoulders. "Should I call him in case he has forgotten?"
Shawn shook his head as they walked outside together. "No," he looked at John sadily. "You don't have to bother... He's a horrible guy, John..."
John sighed again. "I know..." He mumbled as he got in the passenger side and Shawn got in the driver side. "I don't really care if he comes or not..."
"Okay," Shawn said as he started the car and started to drive off.
But John did care... Because he really missed the man that he loved the most...
Meanwhile at a bar
Randy was having a bottle of beer and had completely forgot about the funernal. He was still pissed off at John for the way that he had acted and he was not in the forgiving mood at the moment. Although, Randy did miss him a bit but he wanted nothing to do with his ex, John Cena.
Randy groaned in frustration and got up, stumbling a little as he was extremely drunk in the daytime. He managed to get out of the bar and walked slowly, leaning against the wall.
Stupid John, he thought to himself. I was just trying to make him see the truth but he was too blind to see it.
He sighed and bumped into a man who had dark hair and looked very handsome in Randy's eyes. "S-Sorry," Randy stammered drunkenly. "H-Had too much to drink..."
The man smiled politely. "It's okay," he said. "Do you need any help getting home?"
Randy nodded. "I would love your help, uh..." He looked at him with a bit of unfocuse in his eyes.
The man shook his hand, still smiling. "Wade," he said. "Wade Barrett."
Randy smiled a little. "Randy," He replied as Wade help him over to his car. "Randy Orton..."
Wade helped him in the car and took Randy's car keys. "Nice to meet you, Randy..." He got in the driver seat and started up the car.
Randy nodded off fast and Wade smirked, chuckling a little.
He had finally got Randy Orton right where he wanted him...