First Author Note: Last Chapter!!!! I have another note on the end. Please
read.
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Randal took a breath while T.J. and Gus pressed their ears closer to the wall: a bit to close, however...CRASH!
Randal looked shocked, jumping back. "What are you doing here?!" He looked from T.J. to Gus, shaking his head.
T.J. brushed off his hat and got up, face turning a bit red. He wasn't planning on getting caught. He coughed a little. "Well, um, you see-"
"You were spying, weren't you?" Randal took an advancing step. "Spying on ME!" T.J. had to admit, it was a bit ironic. Randal WAS the spy, after all.
T.J. shrugged a bit. "Well Randal you see-I mean that is-we know you like a girl." He paused a minute, then remembered: the girl! Where was she? He looked around, and suddenly hearing laughter from the girl, half-hidden behind Randal.
It was..no it couldn't be!
"Gretchen!" T.J. shouted, Mikey and Vince staring blankly into space, their jaws dropping to the ground as they tried to think. Gretchen, meanwhile, got up from where she was sitting, playing with her glasses. Her face was a bit red as she glanced towards Randal, undecided on what to say.
"Hello T.J." She said finally. "I-I must say, I wasn't expecting you here-"
"How could you? I mean with him. I mean, well." T.J. stopped.
"Why?" Gus asked at last, which made Gretchen smile widely.
"Well, he was in the malt shop one day. He got my chocolate swirl and I got his banana shake and-er, it just sort of went on from there." She paused, giggling a bit as she saw the others trying to mouth their next questions. "We started talking about the difference of NASA and the equipment used by it in association with spy-wear and well.....I think you can get the rest."
Vince mouthed "What?" but remained silent.
Randal grinned, rubbing his hands together in thought. What more was there to say? Randal and Gretchen were going out. It was so unreal. But, as they held hands, it seemed (what was the word?) natural. Randal laughed a bit looking at the stunned kids. Wasn't it obvious to them? Shrugging, he asked happily as everyone regained their thoughts, "Um, anyone up for a milk shake?"
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Author: That's all folks! Er, did you guys like the ending? (gulp) I decided that suspending you anymore would be mean, so that's it. Please review and tell me if I should write another Recess fic. This was my first one. Thank you VERY much for all your comments so far.
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Randal took a breath while T.J. and Gus pressed their ears closer to the wall: a bit to close, however...CRASH!
Randal looked shocked, jumping back. "What are you doing here?!" He looked from T.J. to Gus, shaking his head.
T.J. brushed off his hat and got up, face turning a bit red. He wasn't planning on getting caught. He coughed a little. "Well, um, you see-"
"You were spying, weren't you?" Randal took an advancing step. "Spying on ME!" T.J. had to admit, it was a bit ironic. Randal WAS the spy, after all.
T.J. shrugged a bit. "Well Randal you see-I mean that is-we know you like a girl." He paused a minute, then remembered: the girl! Where was she? He looked around, and suddenly hearing laughter from the girl, half-hidden behind Randal.
It was..no it couldn't be!
"Gretchen!" T.J. shouted, Mikey and Vince staring blankly into space, their jaws dropping to the ground as they tried to think. Gretchen, meanwhile, got up from where she was sitting, playing with her glasses. Her face was a bit red as she glanced towards Randal, undecided on what to say.
"Hello T.J." She said finally. "I-I must say, I wasn't expecting you here-"
"How could you? I mean with him. I mean, well." T.J. stopped.
"Why?" Gus asked at last, which made Gretchen smile widely.
"Well, he was in the malt shop one day. He got my chocolate swirl and I got his banana shake and-er, it just sort of went on from there." She paused, giggling a bit as she saw the others trying to mouth their next questions. "We started talking about the difference of NASA and the equipment used by it in association with spy-wear and well.....I think you can get the rest."
Vince mouthed "What?" but remained silent.
Randal grinned, rubbing his hands together in thought. What more was there to say? Randal and Gretchen were going out. It was so unreal. But, as they held hands, it seemed (what was the word?) natural. Randal laughed a bit looking at the stunned kids. Wasn't it obvious to them? Shrugging, he asked happily as everyone regained their thoughts, "Um, anyone up for a milk shake?"
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Author: That's all folks! Er, did you guys like the ending? (gulp) I decided that suspending you anymore would be mean, so that's it. Please review and tell me if I should write another Recess fic. This was my first one. Thank you VERY much for all your comments so far.