DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything of Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja. (If I did Rachel would have been Randy's love interest)

First Author's Note: I'm a female leave it at that. Second Author's Note is at the End. . .


Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):

Sweet Fencer November:

elijahhedgemond: Damn, 1 SENTENCE EQUALS 4 CAT PUNS! I'm so honored. Already did, I reviewed it. Check it out, so love the gummy worm and sword fights. I can see why you are purr-oud of the collaboration with Starlight Emiko on the one-shot: Teacups and Spiders. It definitely expresses your joint love and respect of Lukanette AND THE COUFFAINE SIBLING BOND, SO ADORE THAT!

BearfootTruck: Great! Even if you don't enjoy the song, I want your opinion on it. Now the songs you recommended, I'll check them out later. Right on, Rouge a vampire bat definitely fits her beautifully. Good, I'm honored you approve. Hope you enjoy the other one-shots in the collection. Understandable, with my family I personally find crying a weakness. Thanks for the Favorite here.

Colors Make the Cat:

Guest: Thanks for the interest. No worries, I was planning that already.


Dark green eyes scan the busy hallways. She can't keep her smile bright and open as she easily can. The pain she feels inside all consuming. Even her bouncy gray-ish dark brown curls are limp and straight, as if she just got out of bed and didn't bother with her hair. Tho it looks cute resting against her shoulder blades down, she can't feel the usual optimism that always surrounds her naturally as breathing does.

"Where's Cunningham?"

She turns around finding Howard's brown eyes glaring at her. His question so flatly stated, it makes her bored to hear it. Rolling her dark green eyes not willing to be nice to her boyfriend's obnoxious best friend right now. Choosing not to answer, she walks away, sighing as Howard's continuously rambling voice rings heavy in her pain hazed filled head.

"I'm losing my cheese! Howard can you please SHUT UP?!"

"Whoa, um. . . Callum. . . chill okay?"

She swiftly turns on her black Norrsville band uniform shoes, glaring into his face. That dark look in her eyes, actually makes the chubby redhead nervously smile very inwardly scared. Never truly witnessing Rachel Callum furious ever.

"Um, did you hear? Flackville High is rumored to win the next chess tournament against our school."

That does the trick, hitting Rachel's rarely shown competitive spirit. Her tiny fists shake, as she starts walking away. Howard breathes a sigh of relief, that her anger is targeting something else. Yet down the corridor, familiar ukulele strumming easily catches her attention. Glancing around her from left to right hoping to spot him.

"Morning my brucest bunny."

"Finally Cunningham!"

Howard's unnecessary shout doesn't even phase her as she races into Randy's open arms. They hug ignoring the stares of admiration and envy from their fellow students. As the dark purple shaggy haired freshman kisses the top Rachel's head. His sapphire blue eyes glance to Howard actually smirking at him.

"Your girl almost attack me!"

"What wonk thing did you do?"

"WHAT?! Why do you automatically think I did something to her?!"

"You're you. So brucest bunny, are you okay?"

Randy turns away from the dramatic grumbling boy to his girlfriend. Her dark green lovingly stare into his sapphire blue ones.

"I am now."

He smirks happily at her heart melting soft smile. Presenting a gift basket in his left hand, that neither Rachel nor Howard realized he was holding. Peeking inside she squeaks cutely hugging Randy around the neck.

Howard reaches to grab at the basket. The taller slender boy, effortlessly tosses the basket in the air above his head. As it comes falling down, he harshly smacks the redhead's chubby hands away from it. Catching the basket as Rachel (not noticing what occurred) gently takes it out his left hand.

She quickly unwraps a white chocolate bar, munching it. Already feeling more relaxed, as Randy's right arm pulls her closer as they walk to the band classroom. Howard not far behind them, grumbling about his best friend being whipped.

"I'm sorry Howard, whatcha say?"

"Me? Oh nothing! Cunningham."

Randy smirks playfully, looking ahead again. Howard states sweating as Rachel under Randy's right arm, glares deliberately at the redhead in warning.

'This chick is no angel.'


THE END!

Second Author's Note: Sadly since Rachel DOESN'T have a last name I thought "Callum" be good. Considering it means: "Dove". The mean Rachel means "one with purity" so it just fit.