AN: Sorry for taking so long for posting this. I had it all written out a while ago, but my sister had her baby and I had some problems with my keyboard so I couldn't post it. I got a new keyboard so now I'm back. I think I may have used the word table too much so sorry for that, but other than that I hope you enjoy because I don't know how I feel about this one. I mean, I like it, but I don't. I'll let you guys decide.
Oh, also! Italics is John's thoughts. Thought I should clarify that in case anyone gets confused.
Stepping into the bar with Ted right behind him, John took a look around the place.
A lot of the Superstars were there of course, celebrating after the annual Raw draft lottery. He saw his good friend Ron at a table with Mike, Adam and Christian laughing.
A sigh brought him out of his little trance, prompting him to turn around and look at the blonde standing next to him.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else." Ted was talking to him, but was looking at another table.
After giving the blonde a quizzical look, he turned to see what Ted was staring at. Cody and Randy were at a table laughing with John Cena. Turning back to the unsure blonde next to him, John felt anger bubble up inside him.
But not at Ted.
Taking off his sunglasses, John stared at him.
"Are they the reason why nobody is talking to you now a days?" he asked gently.
Ted nodded, making John sigh.
"Listen, Teddy, you're entitled to have fun too and if they say anything to you, just ignore them. Okay?"
John took Ted by the hand, dragging him through the crowded bar and right past Randy, Cody and Cena. He couldn't tell if the three looked at them when they passed, but he didn't care.
Let them look.
He found a table not too far away from the three. John sat down, pointing to the chair across from him.
The blonde looked back at Mike's table before turning back to John. "Don't you want to sit with your friends?"
John smiled to himself. The shy, nervous manner that Ted carried was kinda cute.
"Nah. I can hang out with Mike any day, I want to get to know you better."
"Really." John stood up. "Why don't I go and get us some drinks? You just sit there and look pretty."
The blonde blushed, making John laugh as he walked through the crowd to get to the bar.
He's too cute.
Coming back from the bar with their drinks in hand, John saw that Ted was still there and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, so nobody bothered him.
"Enjoying yourself?" he said, sitting the drinks down.
"Well that's because you're with the Shaman of Sexy." He sat down, motioning his head to the table behind Ted. "Have they been bothering you?"
Ted shook his head no.
John really wanted to know why he was alienated from the entire locker room, but he felt it was too soon to ask Ted. He didn't want to upset the younger man when he seemed to be enjoying himself.
Out of nowhere, Mike came up to their table, grabbed John's arm and dragged the brunette away.
"What the hell, Mike?' he questioned as soon as they were alone.
"I should be asking you that. What the hell are you doing with Ted? Didn't I warn you about him?"
"What's the problem with me hanging out with Ted? He's not as bad you think he is. Just give him a chance."
Mike scoffed. "How about no. John, I'm only thinking of you here when I say this. Your start on Raw is going to be hard if everyone sees you hanging around with Ted. They're going to alienate you too."
"People like Randy, Cody, and Cena? Are they going to make my like hell just because I want to be friends with someone you all hate?"
"I don't care. I like Ted. I like hanging out with him. Nothing is going to stop me from being with Ted."
And with that, John started to walk away.
"You're making a big mistake, John!"
Morrison ignored it, walking back to the table, seeing the doubtful expression back on the blonde's face.
"Are you alright?" he asked John, "It seemed like you and Mike were fighting."
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Ted leaned over the table, "I don't want to cause any problems between you and Mike. I know you guys are best friends and all."
"Ted, you're not causing any problems. They are."
A comfortable silence fell between the two.
The next thing the two knew, Cody was at the table, clearly drunk.
"Hey Teddy," he slurred, bracing himself against the table with one hand.
Ted's eyes widened at the sight of his ex-best friend.
"Cody," he breathed.
"What are you doing here? No one likes you." He turned to John. "And what are you doing with him? He'll only bring you down."
John looked at Ted through the corner of his eyes and saw the blonde with his head down in embarrassment. He felt the anger bubble up inside him, but he kept it quiet since he didn't want embarrass Ted even more and cause a scene.
"You know," Cody started, "I don't even know why I was friends with you in the first place."
"Cody, you're drunk."
"Don't tell me I'm drunk!" Cody poked him in the chest. "I'm not drunk!"
"Yes, Cody, you are."
"I told you I'm not drunk!" Cody threw back a clenched fist as if he was going to punch Ted. Luckily, Randy and Cena made it over there before anything could happen and dragged Cody away.
John over to the younger man, seeing him shaking.
Placing a comforting hand on the younger man's shoulder, Morrison started to lead Ted away from the bar, ignoring the stares and whispers from the other Superstars.
"Come on, Teddy. Let's go back to the hotel."