A/N: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY CHARACTERS!
~Third person P.O.V~
~ "Thats right everybody, Randy Cunningham, First freshman to ever ride in the Wave Slayers, has won the race and sealed victory for Norisville high!" Heidi held up her mic to Randy, who was donning a pair of shades while in his Wave Slayers uniform as he basked in the glory of his win. "So Randy, how does it feel to be the first freshman to ride and win for the Wave Slayers?"
Randy cooly lifted his sunglasses. "Pretty bruce Heidi. But when your me, it's to be expected."
Cheers could be heard from the crowd cheering his name. But a head of red hair in the front row was the only thing Randy was focused on.
Walking calmly over to the edge of the stage, Randy kneeled down and held out his hand.
A delicate tan hand placed it's self in his and with a gentle tug, Randy pulled a dazed Riley Davis to the stage.
Pulling her close to him with an arm around her waist, he looked deep into her eyes. "How would you like to be the main gal of yours truly?"
Riley's blushed a deep red at his confidence and looked away embarrassed as she stuttered. "I-you..."
"Shhh.." Randy shushed placing a finger to her lips before grabbing her chin and turning her face towards him. "Just say yes."
Riley faced flushed deeper as she swooned out a "Yes!" and threw herself at him lovingly.
Randy held her firmly in a loving embrace as the crowd cheered his name.
"Cunningham! Cunningham! Cunningham! Cuningham!-" ~
"Cunningham!" A blast of water knocked Randy out of his daydreaming.
Wiping away the water from his face, Randy looked at his friend annoyed. "What was that for?"
"For fantasizing when you're supposed to be waxing." Howard answered before spraying Randy in the face again.
"What was that for?" A now soaked and aggravated Randy asked.
"For asking what that was for. Do you want to keep going, or do you want to do your job?" Howard walked over to sit at a table. But not before spraying his frowning friend in the face again.
Randy pulled out a towel and started wiping a jet ski. "Howard, we did not join the Wave Slayers to sit around, waxing our water craft." Randy held up a clenched fist. "We did it to ride!"
"No, that's why you did it, and for the other thing. I joined for the executive snack bar privileges." Howard said before checking his watch. "And BT Dubbs, it's quarter past corndog. Where is Luigi?"
Luigi then walked over at that moment with a large plate of corn dogs. "I'm so sorry. Luigi make it-a promise. You Slayer Waves, you no wait in the line."
Howard grabbed a corn dog. "Luigi, you know what would totally make this right? Cheese sauce."
"Right away, Senor Weinerman." Luigi placed the plate on the table before walking away.
Howard took a bit out of his corn dog. "Snack-bar privileges."
Randy just rolled his eyes before they narrowed as he remembered something. "Hey, what did you mean by other thing?"
Howard looked at him weird. "You know, the other thing. Your other reason in joining the Wave Slayers..."
Randy stared at him blankly.
"You seriously don't know! Ha!" Howard started laughing hysterically. "Oh this is gonna be priceless! Where's my phone?"
Howard dug through a bag that was next to him, pulled out his phone, and started recording Randy.
"What don't I know!? And why are you filming me!?" Randy demanded.
Before Howard could answer either question, a familiar voice called out.
"Hey Randy! Hey Howard!"
"Show time." A smirking Howard said, making sure zoom in on Randy's face.
Randy perked up at the sound of his crush and turned around to greet her only to freeze up at the sight of Riley in a red one-piece swim suit with a whistle around her neck jogging up to them in almost slow motion.
Though this was obviously just in his head as she now stood in front of them.
"What's up guys?" She greeted happily, not noticing Randy's short-circuiting brain.
"Hey Davis. How's the life guard position workin for ya?" Howard asked.
His question snapped Randy out of stupor.
"Life guard?" Randy asked confused and trying not blush.
"Assistant/Volunteer lifeguard. But its okay-and why are you filming us?" Riley asked Howard when she spotted the camera.
"No reason." Howard answered calmly though silently wishing his phone could zoom in more to get a closer look at Randy's face that clearly showed him trying not to stare too long at the oblivious red head.
"Hey Davis! Could you give us a hand over here!?" A voiced called out a little ways from the group.
"Coming!" Riley called back before looking at the boys. "Well I gotta go. I'll see you guys at the race. Later!" She then jogged away.
"Bye Riley!" Randy said. When she was out of hearing distance, Randy's head snapped towards the now laughing Howard. "Why didn't you tell me Riley was here and as a life guard no less!?"
"Hahaha! I-I thought you knew! Haha, oh that was gold!" Howard laughed holding his sides.
Randy huffed with red face before returning to waxing the jet ski with a little more force than needed.
After a few minutes of waxing, Randy snapped. "No. I can't take it! I was born to ride, Howard."
Randy climbed off the dock and sat on a ski jet.
Howard ran over looking at him in shock. "What are you doing? That's Buttermaker's Wave Slayer."
Randy didn't seem concerned. "Relax, I'm just going to sit on it." He then zipped up his life jacket.
"Then why are you zipping that up?" Howard asked suspicious.
Randy sent him a sly look. "Safety?"
Howard face said he didn't believe him. "Taking out the captain's Slayer for a joyride is a really bad idea."
"Joyride?" Randy said feigning being shocked at the accusation. "No, no, no, no. As team waxer, it is my solemn duty to make sure the wax is evenly applied."
"Haha, duty." Howard snickered at the word while finishing his corn dog.
Seeing his friend wasn't gonna argue anymore, Randy pulled out a key and started up the jet ski. "So Bruce!" He the pulled out some sun glasses and put them on. "Howard, sometimes you just gotta say what the juice."
And with that, Randy launched the jet ski forward, not noticing it was still tied to the dock.
The next thing that happened was so fast, Randy yelled. "What the juice?!" As he inspected the damage to the jet ski in horror when it was pulled back into the dock with force.
"When Coach Green sees this, he'll kick us off the team!" Howard pointed a threating look and finger at his friend. "If I lose my snack bar privileges, so help me...!"
"I can fix this." Randy assured while sounding worried as water started spewing out of the jet ski. "I can fix this!"
Howard looked skeptic at the claim.
After hauling the jet ski to the dock, Randy grabbed some wax and started applying it to the damages.
"Just a little more wax" Randy mumbled to himself as he observed his patch job.
Howard looked at it and put his two cents in. "Yeah, as long as nobody looks at it, I don't think they'll notice."
Some laughing drew the boys attention to the incoming Wave Slayers team with Coach Green leading them down the dock. Randy quickly hid away his tools.
"Men, today we give those Flackville handshakers a proper thwacking!" The team cheered at the Coach's words.
"Now, into the brine for your preliminary hydro zigzaggery."
Now that just made everyone confused.
Coach Green sighed, probably used to this. "Just go warm up. Shucks away!"
"Yeah! " The team cheered before heading towards their individual jet ski.
Randy could feel some sweat on his brow as Buttermaker came up to him. "Oh, hey, Buttermaker."
"Hey, hey, RC! My baby waxed to the max? Gotta get my pre-race on!" Buttermaker said trying to get to his jet ski only for Randy stand in his way.
"Oh, right, maybe you could just chill on the dock, and, I'm just spitballing here, you could visualize your pre-race, right?" Randy said nervously.
That made Buttermaker laugh. "You know my philosophy. Slay it, don't say it." His eyes then went wide when he saw the jet ski and nudged Randy out of the way. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's this?"
Randy rubbed the back of his head feeling guilty. "Yeah, I guess I should tell you-"
Buttermaker cut him off. "My seat! I can see my face in it!" He then put a hand on Randy's shoulder looking appreciative. "Oh, tasty! You, dude, were born to buff!"
That just made Randy frown.
After they got the jet ski into the water, Buttermaker looked up at Randy. "What's you want to tell me, RC?"
"Well, I might have, um..." Buttermaker took that moment to rev up his jet ski, the sound drowning out Randy's explanation. "TakenyourSlayeroutanddenteditmaybereallydamageditbuthopefullynotsogoodluck!" Randy gave Buttermaker a shaky thumbs up.
"What?!" Buttermaker asked not hearing but drove off anyway.
Randy looked at Howard. "I told him. Besides, I mean, it's a tiny dent. I'm sure it'll be fine."
It wasn't.
Randy and Howard watched in horror as Buttermaker's lose control of his jet ski that made him spin around and shake until it launched him into the snack bar, destroying it.
The sound of the chaos was enough to attract the lifeguard team.
The head lifeguard, Mr. Cooper, was first on the scene and was looking over Buttermaker.
"Ah! It's all good, I'm OK. Just get me a fresh ride, coach." Buttermaker said clearly disoriented as he looked in the opposite direction of the Coach. "I can still win."
"Uh, Buttermaker, I'm over here." Coach Green before looking at Mr. Cooper, a stereotypical looking lifeguard down to the sunscreen on his nose. "How bad is it?"
"Looks like a small concussion." Mr. Cooper replied. He the called out to the volunteers. "Dean, Bren, take Buttermaker to the med tent. Tanya, go with them and patch up Buttermaker. Riley help me with Mr. Luigi."
"Yes sir!" The four saluted and got to work.
"Buttermaker I'm dry docking you until further notice." Coach said as the teen was taken away.
"No!" He cried.
~Riley's P.O.V~
After all the craziness, instead of forfeiting, it was decided by reverse alphabetic order that Howard replace Buttermaker in the race.
Yeah, we're boned.
I was near my post just watching the area for any more danger when a blast of air and large splash sound from behind made me jump. Turning to look, I don't see anything but a ...flat med tent?
What?
"What up? It's your BF on the beach, H-dub!..." The sound of Heidi's show knocked me out of my train of thought. Shaking my head, I went over to a near by cooler to grab a water when I caught sight of peeved off looking Randy as Howard walked away from him to get into postion.
Grabbing a second bottle, I snuck up behind Randy and pressed the cold beverage against his neck, giggling when he jumped.
"What the juice-" He whipped around looking ready to deck someone but froze when he saw me. "Oh uh... hey Riley."
"Hey, you look like you could use a drink." I said smiling while handing him the water.
"Oh, thanks." He said taking a sip.
"No problem." I took a sip of my own water. "So what was that about?" I asked referring to Howard from a minute ago.
"Just this whole situation being completely aggravating..." Was the reply.
I hummed taking another sip and looked out towards the race as the two teams finished the tube run.
"Destroy, dude!" An aquatic monster yelled when it popped out of the water, making me and Randy do a spit take.
"Buttermaker?" We yelled out in shock as the monster dove back into the water.
Looking towards Randy to make sure he was seeing this too, only to see an empty space.
Groaning, I decided to worry about it later and looked back at the water. "Looks like its time to go to wor-" My eyes widen in horror. "My stuff is in the locker room!"
Looking back and forth between the school and the lake, it was obvious I wouldn't make it in time to grab my mask and come back.
Peering back at the lake I was able to make out a black shape hitting the monster. "Uh! I just cant leave Ninja to fight!"
Looking at the ground in frustration and I spot a discarded broom. Looking back at the fight, my eyes narrowed in determination.
Grabbing the broom, I broke off the handle, put on my life guard hoodie where I stuck the broken handle, and hopped on a life guard rescue jet ski. "Looks like Kunoichi's benched today."
I revved up the jet ski and took off towards the battle.
Making it in time to see Ninja high in the air, I blew my whitsle to get his attention. "Ninja!"
I could barly make out his head turning towards me until I felt a familiar scarf wrap around my waste.
The scarf was then replaced by two arms in black just.
"What are you doing!?" Ninja demanded.
"Hello to you too Ninja. And what I'm doing is helping your butt." I said just as the ramp came into view.
"Its to dangerous! Just drop me off and get out of here!" The monster chasing us proving his point.
We went off the ramp before I could say anything just as monster Buttermaker shot out of the water towards us.
Screaming in surprise, I quickly took out the broom handle and smacked him under the chin making the monster go over us.
Landing the jet ski back in the water, I let out a cheer. "Davis- 1, Monster- zilch!"
I then looked over my shoulder at Ninja cockily. "Told you I could help."
He wide blue eyes stared at me in shock before his turned more...flirtatious?
"Well you certainly have the-" A giant green tail shot out of the water and knocked Ninja off the jet ski.
"Ninja!" I called out worryingly, stopping the jet ski and looking around the water for any signs of him or the monster.
Howard sudden scream took my attention towards the final obstacle and see Ninja and the monster tussling.
Revving the jet ski towards them, I watch as Ninja was thrown from the monster. But before he flew to far, Ninja wrapped his scarf around the monster's snout and pull. Green mist immediately pored out of the monster as it dived back down into the water.
Ninja dived back into the water just I came to a stop near the spot where he dived. He then resurfaced with a normal Buttermaker. They seemed to talked for a moment, though I couldn't hear from where I was, and Ninja then suddenly wrapped the end of his scarf to the announcement booth and swung both him and Buttermaker towards Howard where Ninja had them switch places.
Smiling, I drove over to the now dangling pair just as Buttermaker won the race.
I heard the two arguing so I brought my fingers to my lips and blew a sharp whistle to catch their attention.
They looked at me and I gestured to the jet ski. "You guys need a lift?!"
The two looked at each other then back at me. "Yes please!"
I positioned the jet ski to be under them and scooted a bit forward. I had to tighten my grip on the handles as two bodies dropped down onto the jet ski. Looking back, I see Ninja being right behind me and Howard taking up the sled.
"Alright lets go." I then drove to shore a little ways from the celebrating crowd.
Stepping onto the wet sand, I turned to Ninja. "Thanks for everything Ninja."
Ninja straightened himself up a bit and seemed to be smiling at me while looking nonchalantly. "Its no problem. Just part of the job. Though meeting tough pretty girls like you makes it more worth while." He then winked at me.
My eyes widen a bit at the shameless flirting before flickering them towards Howard to see he was giving Ninja a 'WTJ' look.
I looked back at Ninja. "Okay... I' just glad I wasn't in the way."
"No, you're actually an okay fighter."
"Speaking of fighters.." Howard cut in. "Where the juice was Kunoichi during all this?"
Tensing, my eyes flickered around nervously. "Uh-she-uh... I actually ran into her earlier and s-she uh, said th-that she had to take care of something...somewhere else. ShereallydidntelaboratesoIdonthavethatmuchdetail, hehe..."
Ninja and Howard looked at me weird as Ninja said. "Ookayy..."
I breath small sigh of relief before noticing the crowd beginning to move. "I think its time for you to go Ninja."
Ninja spots the crowd as well. "Looks like it."
I held out my hand to him for a handshake. "It was an honor helping you."
Instead of shaking my hand, I blushed a bit as he grabbed it, planting a kiss on my knuckles, and looking at me with lidded eyes. "I believe the honor was all mine."
And with that, he disappeared in a puff on smelly red smoke.
"What the juice was that all about?" Howard asked me.
I shrugged not really knowing how to answer as the heat died down on my cheeks. "I...have no clue. But I gotta go, later Howard."
"Later."
~Third person P.O.V~
Howard looked up from waxing at his friend as he made his way over. "So, how'd Buttermaker take it when you fessed up?"
"It's all good." Randy's hand hovered over his pulsing red ear. "Actually kind of stings, but on a deeper, more emotional level, I feel like a sense of-"
"Hey guys."
The bros looked up to see Riley approaching. "You guys workin' hard?"
Howard answered for the both of them with a shrug and a, "Eh."
Riley snickered at his answer before spotting Randy's red ear.
She walked over to him to get a closer look and winced. "Oooo, that looks like it stings. What happened?"
Randy blushed at her closeness and tried to play it off. "Oh, its uh fine nothing, nothing at all..."
Riley pulled out a cold water bottle as he was talking and held it to his ear. "Even if its nothing, I just got this from the cooler, it should bring down the swelling."
Randy held the water bottle with shaky hands with a smile. "Uh, T-thanks Riley."
A sudden growling sound made the two look at Howard as he held his stomach.
"Well looks like the tanks empty, you guys up for some buffalo knuckles?"
Riley shrugged. "Sure, why not."
Randy looked at the two then at the jet skis as he made a decision. "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."
Randy and Howard looked at him confused. "You sure Randy?"
"Yeah, I got waxing to do." He said pulling out a rag.
"Oh, well, have fun with that." Howard said walking away with Riley.
It was a few seconds later when they heard a couple of crashes behind them. Riley tried to turn and look but Howard stopped her. "No no, the less witnesses the better."
They Randy call out. "Guys, wait up! Everything is fine here, nothing is broken!"
(A/N: For the day dream sequence in the beginning of this chapter I was going for the stereotypical crush day dreams you find in cartoons. Any thoughts?)
