This is inspired by lameandashamed's text post I reblogged on tumblr earlier today.
Clearly Randall's hatred towards Sulley is sexual tendion and nothing else. At least that`s what i like to think.

This is set before MI, and it's not a part of my AU.

"I didn't know somebody was in here!"
Sullivan tumbled around upon hearing the locker door being slammed shut behind him, a startled look on his face;
"You scared me, Randall..!"

"And still I'm just referred to as second best..!"
The purple lizard muttered, sounding pretty unamused despite the fact that he had just presented Monstropolis' top scarer with quite a shock.

Sullivan chuckled at the statement, and sat himself down on the bench just below his own locker;
"I don't know about that, you almost caught up with me today..! You're what, eight points behind me now?"

"Seven."

"See? We're technically equals!"

"I'm not discussing this with you, Sullivan."

Randall turned his back and opened his own locker again, pretending he was looking for something important. He didn't see it, but he knew Sullivan was looking at him; he could literally feel his eyes on his own neck. He cursed to himself as his hand shook a little while moving stuff around inside the locker, and felt an uncomfortable heat rise on his face.

"Were you working late today too?" The sound of Sullivan's voice filled the entire room;
"I didn't see you out on the scare floor? I was there with Mister Waternoose, going through some stuff for the new commercial… Where were you, doing paperwork or something..?"

"I…" Randall started, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry;
"…was working on a project…"

"I see…"

Randall closed his hand around a bottle of odorant.

"Interesting?"

"Pretty."

"What kind of project-"

"Would you stop talking to me, Sullivan!"

Randall suddenly turned around, and found the larger monster looking pretty startled from his sudden snap;

"I mean - I…"

Good God, had those blue eyes always been this piercing?

"I… Am feeling a little tired…"

"It's okay -" the blue one still looked a little shocked, but managed to send a small smile in the other's direction;
"It's late, I'm tired too. Perhaps we should both go home now."

"Perhaps."

"Mike's probably waiting for me…" Sullivan got up and sent another smile in the lizard's direction;
"See you tomorrow, Randall!"

Randall had gone back to pretend he was looking through his locker, and didn't answer the other monster. How could Sullivan even know he had heard him?

For a few seconds, not a sound was heard - Randall knew Sullivan was watching him, and the knowledge caused his hands to start shaking again. His face was hot and his palms were sweaty. He wanted to punch himself.

Then finally the sound of the bigger monster's footprints reached his ears, and the lizard monster let out a sigh of relief. He pulled his head out from the locker and glanced over at Sullivan's back, and before he knew what he was doing, he called out his name.

The larger monster turned around, eyes questioning;
"What is it, Randall..?"

The purple one swallowed;

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see you!" Sullivan smiled;
"Have a nice evening!"

"You…too…"

The lizard raised his upper left hand and gave a little wave as the blue monster disappeared through the door. Then he sank down on the bench, sighed, and covered his face with his hands.

He was pathetic.