Hello human beings! I am TheFanGirl11, call me Erica, or FanGirl, or TFG11

I am the author of multiple stories. The one for RC9GN is called Life's a Rollercoaster. Go check it out!

I'm a huge Folwham shipper, and I always get random ideas. For example, I was eating food when the idea to create this story popped into my head. I was also talking to CBK when I decided to crate this book thing for it.

This story is meant for all of my Fowlham stories/ one shots, and even requests!

Enjoy!

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Theresa was humming to herself as she walked to school. She was thinking about why Debbie wanted her at school so early. She said it was a project that she needed help with and nothing else.

Theresa was snapped out of her thoughts when someone set a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey Resa." They said. She turned her head to the side a little and saw her crush, Randy Cunningham.

"Hi Randy." She said cheerfully. Randy smiled at her and started walking next to her, his hand that was on her shoulder now in his pocket.

Theresa took in his features as they walked in silence. The way his tryan- purple hair fell in front of his face, the way his saphirre blue eyes shone in the light, the way he walked casually, and the smile that was plastered on his face.

She didn't realize that she was staring until he was looking at her.

"What? Is there something on my face?" He asked.

Yeah. Your adorable little smile.

Theresa shook her head and looked at the ground, a blush spreading across her face.

"I uh... got lost in thought?" She lied, hoping he would buy it. She lifted her head a little to see him shrug. Finally, she lifted her head again.

"What are you doing here so early?" He asked. Theresa shrugged.

"A project that Debbie wants me to help her with." Randy grinned.

"Kang wants help? That's a first." He said, making Theresa giggle.

"What about you?" She questioned.

"Make up test." He said, looking away. Theresa felt as though she made Randy sad. She reached out to set her hand on his shoulder- something that she didn't even think was possible.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" She was cut off by Randy wincing when her hand was on his shoulder. Theresa quickly removed it before reaching for his elbow.

"Are you okay?" She asked. He nodded, making her frown. Pain was written all over his face.

"No you're not." She decided. She reached up with her other hand to take off his jacket. He gave her an odd look.

"S-Sorry. I- I just wanted to see if you were okay. I- I mean, that's w- what friends are for, right?" She stuttered. He smiled and nodded, before slipping the jacket off his shoulder. He slowly rolled up his sleeve, revealing his shoulder. Theresa had no force herself to look at his shoulder, not his bicep.

"Ouch." she said softly. He had a large bruise that had formed over his shoulder.

"What happened?" She asked. He shrugged before adjusting his shirt, bumming Theresa out. She needed to slap herself for that.

"Stuff." He said. They were silent until they reached the school.

"See you later?" She asked. Randy nodded before the duo went their opposite was.

The second Randy was out of sight, she slapped herself across her face.

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"I'm here." Theresa announced, entering Debbie's newspaper office. Debbie was at her computer, typing an article for the NHGTTWDPC Online Edition. Debbie turned on her spinny chair and smiled.

"Glad you're here. Now, did you tell anyone that you were here?" She asked.

"Um... I just told Randy that-" Debbie groaned.

"Of course. You tell your crush that." Theresa glared at Debbie.

"What did you tell him?"

"That you needed help with a project." Debbie sighed.

"Good."

"You didn't even tell me what we were working on. Did I miss anything in class?" She asked. Debbie shook her head.

"No."

"Good. Now, what are we working on?" Debbie gestured to a chair in front of a curtain. Theresa sat down and set her bag at her feet. Debbie walked over to the curtain.

"You know how everyone has been trying to ee who the Ninja is, right?" Theresa nodded, suddenly becoming interested. Debbie smirked when she saw this.

"Well, I have found an easy and simple way to figurng out who he is." Debbie pulled the curtain aside, revealing pictures o students that went to Norrisville High.

"Whoa."

"Whoa indeed." Debbie went over to the window and pulled the shades down. She walked back over to her wall and began studying it.

"Why do you have girls on there? The Ninja isn't a girl." Debbie nodded slowly.

"I suppose you're right. But, then again, he or she could be disgusing themselves."

"True. Counter argument, I've been saved by the Ninja."

"Counter counter argument, so have I."

"Did it seem like the Ninja was disguise?" Theresa asked. Debbie shrugged.

"I'm no magician." She said. Theresa stared at the board until something caught her eye.

"Why is Randy up there?" She asked. Debbie turned her head.

"Every student beside us are suspects. Honestly, I have a weird feeling about him. He seems to be hiding something..." Debbie trailed off and went over to her desk. She opened a cabinet and looked through the files that were tucked in there. Finally, Debbie took one out and opened it.

"Randall Cunningham. Gender, male. Hair color-"

"Tryan purple." Theresa said dreamily. Debbie rolled her eyes.

"Focus!"

"Sorry."

"Eye color, blue. It doesn't say his height or weight so we'll skip that. Visits to the principals office, a lot. Injuries, a lot." Theresa frowned.

"What?" Debbie asked, seeing the look on her friends face.

"His shoulder." Theresa murmured.

"What?"

"His shoulder. He has a huge bruise on it. He didn't tell me why." Debbie pondered this before a sly grin broke out on her face.

"You are the only other person that can get close to him without him worrying, right?" Debbie asked. Theresa shrugged.

"It seems so." Debbie's smile grew.

"Good. I have a plan."

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Randy walked alone through the halls of Norrisville High as he made his way to lunch. Howard had called in sick, leaving Randy to suffer alone. His hand went to his injured shoulder, remembering his talk with Theresa.

I really need to be more careful. I've been slipping up wayyy to much... Maybe the Nomicon won't notice...

The Nomicon glowed a bright red in his backpack.

Never mind. He quickly took off to the boy's bathroom. Once he entered, he went into the nearest stall and opened the ancient book.

The Nomicon shloomped him in, ready to tell him what it needed to.

Randy fell down for a while. He hit random letters that passed by him

"Ow! What the juice Nomicon?" Randy exclaimed, rubbing his head. The letters formed together.

"The Ninja cannot trust the trusted, only the ones whom he has trusted. What the juice?" Randy asked after reading it. The letters glowed brightly.

"Um... Okay... I still don't understand. I can't trust anyone?" A green check mark appeared in place of the words.

"But I've already trusted Howard!" A red "x" appeared.

"So you don't approve. But I can't erase his memory. He's my best bro!" It was a moment before a voice spoke up.

"I understand." Randy looked around for the source of the voice, but couldn't find it.

"Who's there?" He asked, summoning a doodle sword. "I'm not afraid to use this!" The voice chuckled.

"Relax, Randall." Randy frowned.

"Hey! Don't call me that! And how do you know my name?" He asked, swiveling his head around.

A figure materialized behind him.

"I am the NinjaNomicon. I did choose you as the Ninja. Why wouldn't I know your name?" Randy looked in the direction of the person, only to see a teenager in a kimono.

"Who are you?" The person frowned.

"The NinjaNomicon. I told you that." The person who claimed to be the Nomicon raised his hand to his chest level, and the doodle sword in Randy's hand vanished.

"Hey!"

"Relax. I need to tell you something."

"Like your name?" The person sighed at Randy.

"You may call me Nomi." Randy nodded. Nomi began to walk away, gesturing for Randy to follow. Randy obliged, before falling downwards.

"What the juiceeee?" Randy shrieked as he fell. Nomi smiled as he fell too, only he was in a meditating position.

"I am going to be here to help you more often Do not fear. If times get rough, you will always have people by your side." Randy crossed his arms as he continued falling.

"Can't you just tell me what the juice you mean by I can't trust people?" Nomi pondered this for a second.

"I have no control over what I say. It just comes out." Nomi moved his head to the side. "Besides, you have to get some food to eat." With that, Randy fell out of the Nomicon.

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Theresa glanced around the lunchroom, looking for Debbie. She caught her waving and giving her a thumbs up. Theresa pulled on her collar, where she had a hidden microphone. In her ear, was a small, clear, earpiece. If Debbie needed to talk to her, that was how she would.

"I'm nervous." She whispered. Debbie's reply came a moment later, static filing Theresa's ear.

"Don't be. You'll do fine. Just have a normal conversation with him." Theresa nodded, unsure if Debbie was still looking at her.

Where Debbie was sitting, she had her laptop up, pretending to do school work. In reality, she was hacked in to the school security cameras, looking right outside the boy's bathroom. On the screen, the door opened, revealing Randy Cunningham, their objective.

"He's on his way." Debbie said to Theresa, pulling on her own collar. Theresa mumbled a quick, "I'm ready," Before making sure the microphone and the earpiece were hidden.

Debbie followed Randy's path, switching through the cameras in the hallway. Randy looked around as he approached the cafeteria. Debbie struggled to surpress a grin. They were too close to be true.

The plan was simple. Theresa was to talk to Randy, secretly allowing information to get to Debbie, if Randy ever slipped up. Debbie had been secretly doing this for months, now, using Heidi as bait. Heidi was to talk to the students, getting information. She thought it was for her show, not to discover the Ninja's secret identity. Long story short, it was a total flop.

Debbie pulled on her collar.

"He's here." She said.

"Roger." Theresa replied. Debbie typed away, switching to the camera in the cafeteria. She grinned before standing up wither her laptop in hand. She caught Theresa's eye, and gave her a thumbs up. Theresa smiled gratefully.

Debbie exited the cafeteria, glancing at the laptop screen. All Randy had done was wait for lunch. No Howard.

She walked faster, heading up to her office. She reached it in a few minutes, and so far, Theresa had reported nothing.

Debbie opened the door and allowed herself in. she locked the door and set her laptop down. She hurried to the window and shut it, closing the blinds as well. She covered up the board with the curtain and sat down.

"Any luck?" She questioned, pulling at her collar.

"No. He's still waiting." Debbie looked at the screen. She saw Theresa gazing off at Randy. If Randy caught her, they would have to abort the project and do it later.

"Act natural." Debbie told her. On the screen, Theresa nodded. She poked at her food before scowling.

"This food is disgusting." She mumbled. Debbie smiled.

"You could say that again." She told her. On the screen, Theresa was stifling a giggle. She saw Randy walking over and spoke again.

"This food is disgusting." She said, louder than before. Debbie frowned, not wanting to explain to her that it was a figure of speech, until Randy sat across from her.

Well played, Fowler.

They began a light-hearted conversation, and Debbie typed away in what she heard. So far, nothing.

"What exactly happened to your shoulder?" Theresa asked. Randy fidgeted at this. Debbie smiled.

"Uh, a book fell on my shoulder?" The bell rang at that moment. Randy quickly grabbed his lunch, and threw it away, Theresa following.

"I gotta go to class. See you in sixth." With that, Randy ran off.

Debbie groaned and set her head down.

"That failed." Theresa said as she made her way to her locker.

"Yeah. I'll meet you in class." Debbie said. She closed her laptop, grabbed her books, and set off for the next period.

Watch your step, Randall.

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Part one is done! This one will probably have one or two more parts.

BTW, this story is called Watch Your Step.

Smokebomb!

P.S. I'm not taking any requests until I'm done with this... Three- Shot.