Jacques

Another RC9GN story that I've been contemplating about writing for a while. This little thing probably won't amount to anything if I can't find any scenarios to put in writing. Any who, this is a Randy/OC fic and I hope someone reads it so that the Randy Cunningham fandom will spread (even if my writing isn't very good) – also, if I continue to write this story I plan to have the Ninja Nomicon take on a human appearance in due course. Oh yeah, incase someone might punch me otherwise, I definitely don't own RC9GN or even the idea of human!Nomicon.

Lying insipidly on the edge of her mattress, Regine sighs as she finishes another level of "Gravepuncher 5". She'd been hoping that her two friends Howard and Randy would eventually get online to play with her, but it seems they haven't even touched their consoles since last night. As she decides that playing alone is too boring, Regine whips out her flip phone and debates which one of the two idiots she should call first.

Hesitating, she ponders if the two would suspect something different if she calls Randy first – due to the fact Howard's been sniffing out some hidden attraction she's been having for his best friend; but then again, she didn't want Randy to think Howard is more reliable than he is, which he's definitely not. Groaning, Regine settles on throwing the device across the room into a pile of pillows lying elapsed on the other side of the room.

Once again, she finds herself holding back on something completely illogical – Regine knows

that her thoughts on the matter are probably irrelevant, and it's highly unlikely that either of them would assume any hidden meaning behind who she'd call first; but she's too fearful in any case. If Howard found out about her deepest secret, she'd never hear the end of it – and she knows for a fact that he wouldn't hide the fact for long.

Regine's stomach tightened at the thought of Randy knowing that she has a crush on him; she would certainly die of embarrassment if he ever did. Groaning, Regine picks up her abandoned controller again and tries to take her mind off such unsettling matters.

"Hey Nerdler." Randy greets his feminine friend merrily as he catches up to her on the sidewalk. "Yo, Nerdlord." She replies halfheartedly as she stares down at her sneakers. Randy frowns and sticks both of his hands in his jacket pockets before sniffing the air quite nosily. "I smell sadness!" He announces jokingly as he lightly elbows her side. "What's up?"

"Ah, it's nothing." She states before bringing her head up to look around. "Where's Howard?" Randy continues to throw her a grimaced look when he opens his mouth to answer. "Stayed up all night playing Gravepuncher; he ate some old chicken in his fridge too, so now he's got a bad case of food poisoning." Regine's eyebrows furrowed as she too placed her hands in her jacket pockets. "Poor Howard," She states simply. "I hope he gets better soon."

"Yeah," The male agrees absentmindedly as he looks ahead. "But seriously, what's got you so down?" Sighing, her stride slows down and Randy's followed. "I told Jacques I'd go to the lowerclassmen dance with him, okay?" "What?" Randy's voice heightened as he continued. "I thought, you know, that you didn't like him!" Randy even scared himself with how shrill his words sounded. Taken aback, Regine swallows harshly before looking up at him.

"Yeah, well I have a hard time saying no to someone who's been constantly pestering me about it." Randy rolls his eyes as his steps increased. "I could have told him for you." The girl's eyes widened as she threw him a questioning look. "Uh, why do you hate him so much?" She queried quickly; surprised, Randy's pace slowed once again as he thought over his next choice of words.

"I don't hate him," He starts with a composed tone. "But, he really has no right in worrying you over it – its harassment!" Regine remained silent before Randy chose to speak again. "I swear, it's like he's obsessed with you." The girl exhaled loudly before scratching the back of her head out of nervousness. "Sure, I know you're right. But-" She trailed off and Randy's ears perked in revelation. "But what?"

"It's kinda nice knowing someone likes me so much." She answers quietly. "I've never had a boy like me before – not that I've known of anyway." Randy's throat hitched, and he found himself uncomfortable with saying anything else on the matter. With that, Regine's stomach churned in disappointment by his lack of a reply, and her insides continued to stir as the two approached the schoolyard.