Secret Admirer – An RC9GN Fanfic

Chapter One: WTJ

Word Count: 831

Warnings: None this Chapter

I don't own any rights to Randy Cunningham: Ninth Grade Ninja, and I never will. I'm sure of it. Don't sue me. I'll just sue you right back. I have my attorney on speed-dial.

No, really, I do.

Anyway, TO THE STORY!

Tuesday had been mostly uneventful. No monster attacks. No homework due in any of his classes (that almost never happens!). And this was also the second day in a row that Heidi Wienerman had nothing to report on her gossip blog. Tuesday was very boring, to say the least.

Once Randy had met up with Howard at his locker after school, they decided that they should try to end this day as eventfully as possible, but what were they supposed to do?

"We could always head over to the Game Hole," Randy suggested, opening his locker to put his books in his bag. Howard shook his head,

"Nu-uh, Cunningham. I'm not gonna wait around while you brag about your high scores the whole time. Why don't we go down to the pier and see if we can pick up chicks, or something?"

Randy made a face. For whatever reason, he'd been really "off" when it came to the dating game lately. He didn't know if it was his Ninja duties, or if it was something about puberty, but when it came to dating, he was—for lack of a better term—uninterested. Which didn't so much worry him as disappoint him?

"Uhh…I don't know," he replied, "Maybe…maybe we'll think of something else to do if we head down there, though?"

"That's the spirit!" Howard smirked, "And we can grab some snacks while we're down there, too…"

Randy shoved his algebra book behind the Nomicon and zipped up his bag, but when he went to close his locker, he noticed a note sticking to the inside of the door. Staring at it curiously, he plucked it off the door and opened it.

"What's that?" Howard asked, seeing Randy staring at the piece of notebook paper in his hands. Randy just looked down the words on the page. What was this? What was this?

"It's a love letter," Randy replied in a dry tone.

Howard laughed loudly, snatching it out of his hand,

"What the juice? Are you serious?!" he shouted, "No way! Who would send you a love letter?!"

Randy glared down at his best friend, but he figured he had a point. For all it was worth, Randy was pretty much invisible at this school. But that's just because they were freshmen…right?

"Does it say who it's from?" Randy murmured curiously. Howard scanned the paper, flipping it over, but he just shrugged.

"I don't see anyone's name but yours on here. Guess it's a secret admirer!"

'Oh, joy…' Randy rolled his eyes. He couldn't help but feel weird about the fact that this really didn't interest him AT ALL. He should be excited about this, right? He was almost 15; he should totally be dating somebody by now, right?

"How much you wanna bet this is fake?" Howard chuckled, "Like, it's some kind of prank? 'Cause, come on,no one in their right mind is gonna send something as mushy as this to you, buddy."

Randy felt a smirk spread across his lips,

"Yeah, sure," he remarked, "you're just jealous because you don't have a secret admirer!"

He grabbed the letter back from Howard and looked it over again. It was rather mushy. But if it was just a prank, that'd be so much better. Nobody to confront, nobody to awkwardly turn down, just somebody getting a quick laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, eat it up, Cunningham," Howard retorted, "You don't even know who it is! It could be Flute Girl, for all you know!"

Randy rolled his eyes, a little more voluntarily this time, and closed his locker, pulling his backpack over his shoulder again.

"I don't really care who it is, Howard," he told him, shoving the paper ungracefully into his pocket.

"Oh, you say that now," Howard pointed a finger up at his face, "but once you find out, you're gonna be wishing you never saw it!"

Randy stared down the finger in his face that Howard refused to move until he had to pick up a hand to move it for him.

"Like I said," he replied, "I don't care. But it would be good to find out who sent it, right?"

Howard laughed,

"Heck yeah—let's go all P.I. on this case and figure out the 'mystery of the love letter.' I bet we'd find your secret admirer before school ends tomorrow!"

They made their way towards the exit, Randy shaking his head at Howard's ideas. Finding out who sent the note would be a good idea, but he only wanted to know to either confirm it was just a prank, or figure out how to let the person down gently. He felt guilty enough that someone went out of their way to tell him their feelings in a mildly-creepy way, but if he could get the problem solved right away, he'd feel better again, right?

'Yeah, let's go with that.'

Please tell me that wasn't as bad as I think it is?