I look at my friend Jason, my eyes burning from the unshed tears. "R-Randy," his voice shakes, "I'm sorry," is all I can get out before he falls to his knees. I squeeze my eyes shut letting the salty moisture finally fall against my cheeks. "I think you need to get out," his mother says her eyes in a hard glare "Come on Liz," his father says "Shut up John, you have no say!" She screeches. I see him flinch and my heart breaks, "I'll go John," he smiles faintly but doesn't say anything. I quickly make my way over to Jason's room and pack my stuff up. I return to the living room in time to see Jason get to his feet, "how could you dad, with my best friend," I clear my throat and all three turn to stare. "I'm sorry Jason, Mrs. Cena," my voice is horse but Jason doesn't seem to acknowledge me. I throw my bag over my shoulder and make my way out the door.

I can feel my face start to numb and my lip start to quiver, this wasn't supposed to happen. I'm starting to walk faster now, trying to get away from the memories that want to catch up to me. It takes about half an hour before I'm at the bus stop, it sucks I'm in Tampa. I just want to go back home to Georgia, far away from Liz, Jason and John.I wipe at my eyes and take a seat on the beach, oh John. I've known him all my life all of them, and now all this happened. I don't know what's going to happen now; I sit back against the hard wooden seat and sigh.

*** 2 weeks ago ***

"Yo, Randy," I hear Jason yell over my music I turn it up louder just to be a dick "RANDY!" I smirk; his voice has always been quite…piercing. I click my IPod off "what Jazz?" he frowns at my nick name for him "Spring break is nearing upon us," he stops to see my reaction but I just quirk an eyebrow, "and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to visit my parents?" I can feel myself automatically brighten at the news, "Sure man! I haven't seen Lizzy and your dad in a long ass time," he groans "Could you not call my mom that?" I snort "what, Lizzy?" he narrows his eyes but the smile never leaves his face "yeah," I shrug "whatever you say...jazz." Jason sighs "Fuck you!" I grin "you wish." He rolls his eyes at me and starts to walk towards the door, "be ready by 10," I cock my head to the side "Why?" but he just walks out the door. Fuck I hate when he does that.

Later that night I'm standing in front of my mirror, deciding weather or not my new black shirt goes with my dark blue jeans. I place my hands on my hips and smirk "Yeah…Yeah I look good." I turn away from the mirror and spray some axe, for fun I throw on my black tinted sunglasses. I spin around and collide with the mirror, my face smacks against the cold glass and I hear a chuckle. "How long have you been standing there?" Jason comes from out of the darkened hall "long enough to see you make an ass out of yourself." I roll My eyes "help me up," but he just walks away from me "you're not helpless," I groan and force myself up off the floor. "Come on now," he smiles "we don't want to be late," I close the door shut "Late for what exactly?" I ask but he doesn't say anything, just throws me a smile. "I hate you," I mutter under my breath and quicken my pace to caught up with him.

When we get there I already know I'm not going to enjoy myself, there are people I hardly hang out with and women. Jason leaves me at the door as he rushes over to his girlfriend Samantha, "hey baby," he coos and I try my hardest not to vomit. "Hey," she smiles back "hey Randy," I finger a wave and make myself go over to the refreshments. I grab a beer and try to find at least one decent person to talk to. "What's up Cody?" he turns around frowning "the fuck you want Orton?" I narrow my eyes "are we really going to play this game?" His eyes fall down to mere slits "I don't know what you're talking about." I cock my head and grin leaning in closer to his eyes "you know exactly what I'm talking about;" I feel him go stiff "You best keep Your mouth shut," I laugh out loud "I thought you liked it open." His face turns a very unhealthy shade of red "Fuck off," he sneers and pushes me roughly out of the way.

I watch him vanish into the crowd of people, his crew closely behind him. It's sad to see that even as a junior in college we have cliques. I see Jason walk up to me "What was that all about?" he asks picking up a beer can. I just shrug "its Runnels," he laughs "true that, listen I'm heading out with Sam are you going to be alright?" I sigh he does this all the fucking time "Man we just got here," he smiles "I know man, but I won't see Sam for two whole weeks." I roll my eyes "you poor thing," we go quiet for a moment him begging me with silent pleas "I'll just walk to the apartment." He pumps a fist in the air "awesome, see you later." I watch him vanish around the corner, "Oh well," I throw my bottle away and locate the front door. I'm almost to it when I hear a very familiar and unwanted voice "Hey Randal," my lip automatically lifts into a sneer. I count to five before I turn around. "Oh hey Michelle," she slanders over to me; I can tell she's already drunk. "H-how come you don't call me." I try to smile but I comes out a grimace "I'm so busy," I lie looking at the door. She stands there a moment, her eyes are so glazed over its pitiful "look Michelle," I stop when I feel her hand brush against my chest "what?"

I look down at the small hand and gently take it off "Look Michelle, you need to stop." She just stands there "what do you mean?" I narrow my eyes and take a step back "you need to leave me the hell alone." I try to say it in the nicest way, but it comes out a hiss. "What are you saying Randy, that you don't want me?" She starts to yell and I can start to feel the stares. "Michelle, please," I try to reason but she keeps on screaming "I'm Michelle McCool, No one rejects Michelle McCool." I try not to laugh as she stomps her foot "Sweetie," I finally say "why don't you go find your boyfriend," she frowns at me "Mark and I broke up." I laugh "I wonder why?" I say tapping my cheek, quickly I turn around "Wait Randy please," I hear her beg "I'm so lonely." She grabs for my forearm but I move it out of the way "sluts are never lonely." With that I turn around and walk out the door.

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Friday rolls around quickly, and me and Jason are standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus to Tampa. "I can't wait for dinner," he says licking his lips "dad promises to make stake." I try to ignore his banter about Mr. Cena's food, it's beyond amazing. "Would you shut up?" I finally yell out "I haven't eaten in two days because of you." Jason frowns "Don't blame your hunger on me Randy," I turn and glare "you threw out all of our food!" he looks away "So," I drop my bag on the floor "So, it's your fault!" His shoulders slump "I'm sorry okay," I bump my shoulder against his and grin "your dad's cooking is fucking amazing," he brightens up "you forgive me?" I snort "no!" and push him off my shoulder. He stumbles but catches himself, a sneer on his face "you're such a dick," I look innocently at him "Me, no!" he laughs bitterly "Whatever." He smiles though and picks up his bag "Hey look our bus!" I shout "thank god," he mumbles. We take out seats, me at the window of course "I don't see why you get the window…" his voice trails off when I glare. "I like the window, plus I bought the ticket," Jason shakes his head "no, my dad bought you the ticket." I laugh "It's cause he likes me more!" he nods his head in agreement "sad really." It takes the seat behind me, we always do this. So we can sleep and rest up for the week that is to come up. I met Jason when he moved to Georgia; Mr. Cena is the owner of a Sports company so he's always moving. Then one day Mrs. Cena got fed up and told him to stay in one place, so they moved to Georgia. Once Jason and I graduated from High school, Mr. Cena went to Tampa to retire, even though he's in his mid 40's. Every year Mr. Cena or John as he likes to be called has never changed nor has Lizzy. They seem immortal to me. I let my head slump against the seat and I close my eyes, a ten hour drive my thought stop as I hear my stomach grumble is going to suck.

I'm awaken with a suddenly jolt, my head snaps forward and my whole body hits the seat in front of me. I hear a pop and then a searing pain rips across my shoulder, "son of a -," but I'm cut off by Jason "dude you okay!" I squeeze my eyes and clench my teeth "no," I bite out. I look up at him "what the fuck happened!" he takes the seat next to me "The bus crashed," he looks out the window "but it looks like we're almost there." The pain in my shoulder is getting worse, I must have dislocated it. "Jason, could you grab my bag?" I ask him he nods his head quickly sitting up and getting it from the overhead. "Here," I narrow my eyes at him "I can't really unzip it…" he cocks his head to the side and I point at my limp arm "oh right," he retrieves the small pill bottle "thank you man." He nods his head "look I'm going to see what happening," I wave him off, god this pain is horrific. Jason comes back at me "well the police are here and asking us to file out," I shake my head "help me?" he wraps his arm around my torso and picks gently lifts me. "We got to get you to the hospital; you might've broken your shoulder." Jason grabs my bag and his and we make our way out of the bus.

We walk over to an ambulance "My friend, he's hurt," the young women nods at him and Smiles at me. "What seems to be the problem?" I grit my teeth "my shoulder, I think I dislocated it." She shakes her head "just from a small crash?" I roll my eyes "I suffer From Hypermobility." Suddenly I hear a car screech and the sound of Mrs. Cena's voice; I whip my head to the side and cry out in pain. That was a bad idea "Jason, you called your parents!" he grins sheepishly "they live close enough." I look away as something Sliver catches my eye "what are you doing?" the lady doesn't bother to look at me "I have to cut your shirt," I try to pull away but another wave of pain hits me "that fuck you are!" A shadow casts over me "You shouldn't speak to a lady like that," Mr. Cena's voice Booms. I flinch which causes more pain, "I-I'm sorry, but this is my favorite shirt," he laughs "I'll buy you a new one, now let the lady do her job." I frown but stay silent watching as the lady cuts into my shit, "I saved up," I sniff petting the fabric as she throws It next to me. "Mom," Jason's voice cuts through the air "calm down, we're fine!" I hear the sound of high heels clicking "Oh Randy!" she kisses my cheek and I smile "Lizzy, I'm fine." I hiss slightly when I feel the EMT touch my shoulder, I tit my head gently to see my shoulder. I can see a bruise forming "yup," she says after a minute "its most definitely dislocated." I roll my eyes "could have told you that," Mr. Cena smacks my forehead "please excuse him, he's a bit of a baby," the young lady laughs "well if I wasn't in pain…" but voice trials off I'm not even going to bother.

They tell me to sit back and relax, a male EMT comes over as well. His face is stern and unfriendly, oh great that is all I need. She tells me what I already know; I've had this happen too many a time. Lizzy and Jason refuse to watch so they wait in the car, but John stands there his warm smiling. "Don't worry son," he whispers "I'm here," he slides his hand on mine and I can't help but return his smile. Though it soon vanishes as soon as I hear the sickening pop of my bone, "FUCK!" I scream "this is much worse then last time!" The male EMT just shrugs and starts to put my arm in a sling. "As soon as he gets home take some pain killers," The lady EMT doesn't even look at me only at John. His warm laugh fills my ears "I'll make sure he does, come on Randy." I jump off the seat and make my way over to the car "How you feeling?" asks Lizzy I try to smile but the pain is just dulling out all sense of happiness. "He'll be fine, he just needs some hard pills," John winks at me and starts the car. I feel my eyes start to close, as much as the pain is gnawing at my muscles I'm just so worn out.