Warning: Parental Guidance is advised is if you are below the age of 13 or not mature enough. The following story contains BL (boy x boy), dirty jokes and stupidity that surfaced in the shower.

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#Selfie

Randy groaned, his body sprawled on his bed and his jacket discarded on the floor. It was a warm day, and Howard was busy with family business. He played Grave Puncher Z: The Apocalypse for hours now and he had blisters on his thumbs. He didn't really care; blisters were constantly on his thumbs. Nomi was sitting on the floor, with his legs crossed. He was doing one of his boring practices. Meditating.

"Nomi," he whined. "I'm bored." The humanized book gave no response to his pathetic attempt to try and relieve him of his boredom. He pouted slightly and went over to the book; he had a bright idea.

"Let's take a selfie!" he suggested. The humanized book finally opened his eyes and looked up at him in confusion.

"What's a selfie?" Nomi asked. He was, honestly, shocked. He sat there like a gaping fish with his eyes open and his mouth wide.

"You don't know what a selfie is?" It was obvious he was overreacting. Nomi rolled his eyes at him.

"What? I'm pure."

"What? So you're a virgin?" he asked, incredulously. "The eight hundred year old book is a virgin!?"

"It's hard to get a date when you're a book; much less a lover." Nomi stated, starting to get irritated by his student's incredulous laughing.

"So, what? You waiting for me to be your first?" he joked. Nomi rolled his eyes but couldn't help the pink that tinted his cheeks at the mere suggestion of doing the frick frack with his fourteen year old student.

"That's not what I meant." the Nomicon murmured under his breath in irritation.

"C'mon, I'm just joking Nomi." he said, calming down. The Nomicon sighed, completely frustrated.

"Can you just get it over with?"

"Fine," he said, bringing his phone out. He slung his arm over the Nomicon's shoulders and scooted closer to the other male so they could fit in the frame better.

"Why do you have to be so near? We can fit in the frame even without destroying the concept of personal space." Nomi stated. He grinned at him cheekily.

"Everyone does it," he explained. He smiled for the camera. He quickly took one before he finished. "Besides, these are one of those times when you don't a smell like an old man."

"Okay," Nomi snapped. He pushed the other off of him. "Off."

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't own Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja. I don't own the concept 'selfie'. All rights reserved and I'm willing to write my sources in APA format if that'll convince you.

A/N: Short and sweet... I got this idea in the shower after weeping over my lack of the idolized Eli Ayase. Review, favorite, and follow!