C'est La Vie—Chapter Twenty-One
by taitofan
Rated PG-13 for sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don't own Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja or its characters.
Prompt: "I'm cuddling with my creepy boyfriend in my room only to hear his friends breathing outside the door and muttering and I'm resisting the urge to yell at them and tell them that we're just hugging" (tumblr) This one follows a line of M rated drabbles that were all skipped. You can read them on AO3 or tumblr.
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There was nothing particularly interesting about people busting into Randy's room unannounced. Julian was literally the only person in the world who seemed to know what knocking was, and Randy had grown to accept that. What was new, however, was the creepy breathing he could hear outside of his door. And the occasional muttering that sounded suspiciously like Theresa asking "Can you hear them? Are they having sex?" was only adding to the weirdness of the situation.
How in the world were Julian's friends stranger than Julian himself?
"Julian?" Said goth was resting in his arms as they lay in Randy's bed. Fully clothed. Julian hummed in response, not bothering to open his eyes. "…I'm rethinking that threesome now. This is kind of freaking me out."
He wasn't sure if he should be offended when Julian whispered "Oh thank the stars" under his breath, so he just hugged Julian tighter and resisted the urge to yell at the perverts lurking outside the door.