Okay guys, sorry for this short chapter (like, really short) but I have been so freaking busy with homework, tests, making my Halloween costume (guess what, it's the Mad Hatter!) and all that other crap. It kills me to say that I haven't even begun the Halloween chapter, I already came up with a story plot and everything for it but it is still probably going to be put up the day after Halloween AND it won't be exactly 'deatailed'. Another sad thing I have to say, little nightingale2 and I are going to New York City with our parents for the 4 day weekend so might not be a chapter coming out in a few weeks, sorry. But hey! It's not like I am a published author like Rick Riordan or anything, this isn't my main thing, I got stupid homework (emphasis on the stupid because I have literally like, missed two weeks worth of math homework but I am STILL and A student and getting good grades on my test, TAKE THAT TEACHERS)!

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Randy and Howard were running to the front doors of the school, knowing that if they didn't get in on time, they would be in so. Much. Trouble. His heart pounded and his legs running, Randy pumped his arms back and forth, willing his legs to go faster. C'mon doors! Just stay open a little longer! he thought, only to have his bubble burst as the doors began closing faster, and faster...

Randy's eyes widened. "Howard, come on! The doors are closing!" he called back to his friend, who was several feet behind. Randy huffed, then was hit with an idea. He smirked.

"Howard! They're giving out free donuts today at the school!" he yelled behind his shoulder. Out of nowhere, a blur of orange blue then ran by. "Cunningham! Pick up the pace! We need to get the donuts!" Howard cried in urgency, making Randy laugh at his friends extreme love for food.

The two friends were running at the doors at high speeds, barely making it in before the door closed.

Or did they?

Howard was on the floor, panting as he looked up at the ceiling. That sprint really had him beat. He then shot up and looked around when he realized something was missing. "Cunningham, where're the donuts?!" he yelled in an outburst, staring to get the feeling that his best bro had lied to him. Then, from behind, a scared voice answered back.

"H-Howard, my jacket..." Randy said, his eyes wide as he looked down at his loved hoodie. The security system at Norrisville High School was extremely hardcore, for example, all the doors that led out of the building closed automatically and when they closed, they were closed. When Randy and Howard had run in through the doors, the wooden and metal door had closed on Randy's jacket as he sprinted through. The dark grey hoodie now lay on the floor in tattered pieces.

Randy looked up at Howard with a mixture of urgency, pleading, and hysteria. "C-c'mon Howard! We can fix this, right? I mean, this is fixable right?!" he asked, as he grabbed tattered pieces from the door, floor, and his shoulders. Howard shook his head and swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. This sucks he thought. That thing is like, Cunningham's life.

And it was true. While Randy wore the jacket for its sentimental value, he also needed it just to feel safe. Before he began wearing it, many kids at his school had picked on him for how skinny and scrawny the boy was. After a while, he grew sick of it, and he put on an oversized jacket and stopped wearing shorts. Pants for now on.

Howard's eyes then shot open as he remembered the item he had stashed in his backpack. At his birthday party, Randy had never opened Howard's present, so he took the purple box and stashed it in his backpack. It was probably crushed by now, but it didn't matter. The thing inside was still okay.

Howard dug into his green backpack and revealed a smashed, tyrain purple box. He looked back at Randy, who was on the floor, currently trying to put the pieces of his jacket back together by using a stapler. Howard rolled his eyes. "Cunningham?" he asked, gaining his friends attention. Randy looked at Howard with an exasperated look.

"What?!" he asked, and edge of annoyance in his voice. Howard handed Randy the box, the cardboard practically crumbling in his tiny hands. "Just open it you dilweed," he said, using the insult he had used when Franz had came. Randy set down his hopeless project and looked at the box, a raised eyebrow on his face. "The box is squished," he said, his voice glum and flat.

He then began tearing at the wrapping paper on the box, the only sound in the empty hallway the fftt, ffft, ffft , of the tearing paper. When he finally had the box open, Randy looked down at the present with an unclear expression. He picked up the item and looked at Howard. He held up a dark grey hoodie, exactly like his old one, but brand new.

Randy looked at Howard, the corners of his mouth twitching. "You got me a new hoodie?" he asked in shock. Howard looked to the side, as if it were no big deal. "You needed a new one. I know you want your same one but I knew it wasn't going to last any longer." Randy looked down at his new jacket, a smile plastered to his face. "No, it's the cheese!" he exclaimed, ecstatic.

He then got up and slid the jacket on, feeling the warm yet breathable fabric wrap around him perfectly. Despite being a 9th grade guy, Randy smiled and gave a small spin in the jacket, looking down as it flowed around him. "Howard, it fits perfectly, and you even got the same generation jacket!" He gave another spin and stopped to look at Howard, a smile spread across his face.

Howard smiled. "I hope you happy now," he began, reaching down and getting his backpack. The two friends then began walking to their lockers. "You can stop saying I don't do things for you now," he said, re-counting the times Randy had said Howard never did anything for him. Despite it not being the jacket he had been in forever, Randy smiled and hugged himself in it. "Yes I can, and I will."

As the words left his mouth, Randy then noticed a trash can out of the corner of his eye. He hesitated, then began making his way toward it. When he walked over, he was hit with how bad it smelled, and had to keep himself from passing out. If he threw his jacket in there, there would be no returning for it.

Howard noticed Randy at the trash can, and raised an eyebrow. "Cunningham?" he asked, not moving from his spot, "you sure about that?" he asked, wanting to make sure Randy was willing to go out with his plan. He gave a sigh and turned back to Howard, his old jacket in his left hand. "Pretty sure..." he said, then threw his jacket into the dirty bin.

Howard blinked, then smiled. "Uh, good for you, I guess..." he said, a bit shocked Randy had taken that so well. "That jacket had a lot of value to you though..." he said as he and Randy walked away. The taller boy then turned to his friend with a warm smile.

"Well now this one does too," Randy began, a faraway yet happy look in his eyes. "You gave it to me, and that's already enough."

Randy was sitting in math with a bored expression. Howard was sitting next to him, pretending to write down notes, but actually drawing little doodles of Randy as The Ninja, fighting some of McFist's robo apes. Instead of acting like he was writing down notes or even listening to the teacher, Randy found himself transfixed on Howard's drawings.

He never noticed it before, but his friend was a really good artist. Randy's drawings were better than all of the previous ninja's so was his handwriting so you could say he was an "artist" too, but Howard was creating life with his paper. As Randy stared at Howard's paper, he began marveling at how his friend drew the muscles on the arms and legs, even getting the shading on the RoboApes right in order to add the effect of a shiny metal. The drawings seemed to leap off the page, and as Randy thought this, an angry erupted is train of thought.

"Mr. Cunningham!" his math teacher, Mr. Schwartz yelled. Randy snapped his head up and looked up to see his, usually easy going and humorous teacher, glaring at him. "Mr. Cunningham, because you seem to think that you are so smart you do not have to pay attention or write down any notes," the young teacher pointed to the board, "find x" he said in a stern, but not mean, voice.

Randy gulped and looked up at the board. His eyes scanned the whiteboard, his mind quickly calculating each step of the problem in his head. It seemed as if only 3 seconds had gone by, when Randy blurted out the complex math problem's answer. "X equals -173" he said, looking at the clock in the room. Mr. Schwartz looked at Randy with a slight hint of shock, but hid it with a smile.

"Correct." he said, then continued with his lesson. Once he had his back turned, Howard looked at Randy with a look of disbelief. "Cunningham, what was that?" he asked, closing his note book and shielding his sketches. Randy waved it off. "It was a simple math problem," he said, the bell for 3rd period then ringing. As Randy grabbed his stuff and began walking out of the room, Howard threw his arms up in annoyance.

"It was not a 'simple math problem'!" he yelled after his friend.

As Randy and Howard left the classroom, Mr. Schwartz looked at Randy with a small smile. "I've been using that problem for years and have only had a few kids figure it out, and he didn't even pay attention during the entire lesson!" he mummered to himself. "That kid has got to join the mathletes!"

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Okay, so I just felt that I needed to add these little things. I keep having Randy the star of my fanfiction, which kind of makes sense I mean he IS, actually. But what I mean is, I keep having him be cool and great at EVERYTHING! Like, he bad ass, he's the star of the play, he gets all the girls, and crap like that. I shouldn't really be doing that because it just isn't realistic and crap (but if any of you guys do that, I don't care. I'll most likely fangirl over it SO MUCH but this is just how I feel about ME). So, I added the fact that Howard is a great artist. I also didn't want Randy being a completely bad one or anything so, just know that he is better than (probably) all of the past ninjas but Howard is still like, the secret and not as well known Da Vinci of Norrisville High School.

I also wanted to have Randy be a math genius (just hear me out on this) because

1: You can see that in the background of Escape from Detention Island when Randy is making up an excuse that he is using complex (but maybe not correct, I barely 13) math problems and crap to help explain himself.

2: On the Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja Wiki (the fanmade one) it says that he is a math genius and I totally support this headcannon

3: Pretty sure they sort of based the looks of the characters off of the voice actors and in a video for Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja, Ben Schwartz said that he used to be in the mathletes.

So that's why I have Randy be a math genius and GOOD FOR YOU to anyone who recognized that the math teacher was good ol' Ben. YOU ROCK MY FRIEND! And yes I will be going into Howard is an excellent artist and how Randy is a math 'nerd' even more.

Well, I'll try and work on the Halloween chapter (which will probably be posted on Friday) as soon as I can. Sorry for being horrible but thank you for forgiving me! I love you all!

Nerdgirl out!