Author's Note: Thank you all so much for all the reviews! I appreciate them so much! For the person that asked if Randy and Monk were going to fight over Sharona....well, in a few chapters, I intend on getting to something like that. But I haven't written it yet, so don't sure me if it doesn't happen. And just on a weird side note...when I uploaded this originally, it was exactly 500 words. FREAKY.

Chapter 3: Confession

Randy stuttered for something intellectual to say, and attempted to hang the phone up, all the while looking up at Sharona, who was getting impatient.

"Randy, what's going on? Who were you talking to?"

What Randy and Sharona both didn't realize was that Randy had missed when he tried to put the phone back on the hook, and Monk could hear their entire conversation.

"You know, I think I'm just gonna find out for myself," Sharona said, not waiting for Randy's answer. She picked up the phone, belting out, "Who the hell is this?"

"If the guy was in love with you before, I think that right there probably scared him off," Randy pointed out. Sharona shot a glare at him and he shut up.

"Whoever this is, I'm waiting for an answer," she said impatiently.

"H-Hi, Sharona," Monk said timidly. "Co-Could you put Randy back on the phone?"

Sharona was in shock. "O-Oh my God," she managed, blankly handing Randy the phone. "If you'll excuse me, I have to reevaluate my life."

Randy scoffed to himself as Sharona exited in a stupor. "Women."

"Randy, what's going on?" Monk whined over the line.

"Uh, nothing," Randy lied. "Sharona just left…something about reevaluating her life. I'm sure it's nothing serious."

"Randy!" Monk shouted over the line. "Everything is serious! Especially reevaluating your life!"

"Look, Monk, this whole thing is entirely in your hands," Randy said, then realized his advice would only help Monk get Sharona, and changed his mind. After all, he was the one that was going to end up with Sharona, no matter how many times she rejected him.

"…right, Randy," he heard Monk saying. "I have to tell Sharona that I…"

"No!" Randy interjected. "You'll just scare her. I mean, you should have seen her. Looked like she saw a ghost."

"I'm not that stupid, Randy," Monk insisted. "I know Sharona, and she was probably just in shock. Besides, I never said I was in love with her. That would be ridiculous. She doesn't even use a salad fork for eating salad!"

"Who does, Monk?" Randy asked.

Monk let out a short laugh. "The things you people say. Sharona's too…too weird for me."

"Sharona's weird?" Randy snorted. "Have you looked in the mirror lately, Monk? You throw underwear out after wearing them once."

"Do you know how many germs those things carry?"

"I don't think you have a single germ on your body, Monk. Germs probably see you and go running."

It was Monk's turn to snort. "Germs can't run. Seriously, I can't believe some of the things I hear from you people."

"Listen, you don't have to worry about facing Sharona," Randy assured him. "I'll go talk to her and I'll let you know how it turns out. Okay?"

"I guess so," Monk said, not sounding sure about it at all. "And Randy?"

"What is it now?" Randy sighed.

"Don't forget to get the compact disc."

"I won't," he sighed. "I'm heading over to Sharona's house right now. I'll let you know how everything works out." Before Monk could answer him, Randy slammed the phone down and rubbed his hands together. "Showtime."