Author's Note: My first request story! I hope you guys enjoy.
Requested By: felipe666
Disclaimer: I do not own Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja.
Chapter 1: Letters
The Sorcerer sits in his lonely prison, his only friend being the rat.
"Aw. The smell of desperation lingers in the air," the Sorcerer muses smelling the air.
"The Holiday of love, what's it called again?"
The rat squeaks a couple times.
"Valentine's Day! Right," the Sorcerer says before going quiet in thought.
"With every Valentine's Day, my power grows immensely, but still not enough to free me," he sighs.
The rat squeaks a couple times, causing the Sorcerer to smile evilly.
"Yes, I could have McFist create something that would make people more miserable! More heart broken!" he yells triumphantly with a laugh.
The rat starts laughing too, making the Sorcerer stop laughing.
"Are you laughing at me or with me?" he questions.
The rat squeaks a couple times.
"Good," he says as they both resume their evil laugh.
Randy Cunningham walks through the crowded halls of Norrisville High to his locker. Just as Randy starts putting in his combination, Howard Weinerman, tackles him to the ground.
"Cunningham!" Howards shouts.
Randy looks around noticing some people staring before looking back at Howard, who's practically sitting on him.
"What?" Randy questions.
"Do you not know what day it is?" Howard questions.
Randy thinks about it for a moment.
It's just February 14th what's so-
"Valentine's Day?"
"Yes!" Howard says loudly standing up.
"So? I thought you hated Valentine's Day," Randy points out as he pulls himself up.
"I do! But look what was in my locker," Howard says holding up some envelopes red and white envelopes.
"Love letters?"
"Hate mail Cunningham. Hate. Mail," Howard says with a serious expression.
Randy can't help but to laugh, making Howard rolls his eyes in response.
"Who sent you hate mail?" Randy questions with a big grin.
Howard mumbles something before looking through the letters, some open and some not Randy notes.
(Author's Note: Would you consider that a pun?)
"Kang. Flute Girl," Howard pauses, "Bucky?"
That only makes Randy to laugh more.
"What'd you do to make everyone hate you?" Randy questions counting the letters, at least twenty.
"Apparently I'm rude and obnoxious," Howard explains using air quotes.
"I could've told you that one," Randy laughs before putting in his combination.
Howard stuffs the letters into his pocket with a huff.
"You get anything?" Howard questions.
"Not that I know of," Randy answers opening his locker.
A plain white envelope sitting at the bottom, as if someone slid it in through the top. Randy reaches down and picks it up curiously.
'To: Randy
From: Your Secret Admirer,' the back of the enevelope reads.
"Then what's that?" Howards questions pointing to the enevelope.
Randy holds it up for Howard to read the back.
"A secret admirer? Does anyone still do that?" Howard questions.
"Apparently."
"Well, are you gonna open it or not?" Howard asks impatiently. Randy shrugs and opens letter starting to read what's inside.
'Dear Randy,
In a way I've always liked you, but I've never been able to say it. So with it being Valentine's Day, why not write it? I'm not really sure what else to say. But thank you for being so nice and sweet.
Sincerely,
Your Secret Admirer'
"So, what's it say?" Howard questions. Randy just hands the note to Howard, who quickly reads over it.
"Who do you think wrote it?"
"No clue," Randy answers as Howard hands the note back to him.
Randy looks over the note for a moment before slipping it into his pocket.
"Aren't you curious?" Howard questions.
"Well yea, I'm a bit curious as to who wrote it. It was nice and I'd like to thank them," Randy answers grabbing stuff from his locker.
"Hey, Heidi is pretty good at recognizing hand writing, maybe-" Howard starts but is interruped by Randy slamming his locker shut.
"No way Howard!" he says a bit loud.
"Why not?"
"Heidi likes to make a big deal about stuff like that. And I'd rather not have it blabbed all over her blog."
"I guess that's true. But still Cunningham," Howard continues as they start walking to class still trying to push the topic.
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