DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything of Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja.

Author's Note: Inspiration hit me from a review I wrote for Back-Up Excuse by PlazyAuthor09 thankers (Had to Rachel🌸🌸) for that unknown help.

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

We Are Sisters:

Song of the divine: Sweet, glad you enjoyed it. Of course poor twins forcibly separated. As 'Hope Amy never learns that her Mom kicked her out.' Well only time will tell. 😹😹

A Cherished Secret:

PlazyAuthor09: Thanks for no hate. 😹😹 Yeah it's suprised me, the lack of Randy/Rachel romance. Regardless you're welcome for the Favorite on Back-Up Excuse it's sweet tho short. Reading you're profile, you're interested in: Miraculous (Adrigami), Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja (Randy/Rachel), Gravity Falls (Dipper/Pacifica) and My Little Pony (Flash/Princess Twilight) these are my main couples for them. What are yours?

Constant battles against the sadly stanked and killer freaky robots, always leaves the Ninja drained tho he hides it well. Poor Randy Cunningham however just can't shake his exhaustion at times.

Right after Howard's clever cover up, Randy lamely excuses himself to the boy's laboratory for the rest of Mrs. Driscoll's science class. He could feel the elderly teacher's blue eyes follow him as he exists her classroom. She turns to her right side away from the door to her "husband" Jerry. She smiles towards him in silent agreement.

MEANWHILE IN THE HALL WAY WITH RANDY. . .

'Come on Randy, just keep walking. Ugh, one foot in front of the other. Make it to the boys' bathroom.' He thinks determinedly as his blue eyes start to close, against his will again.

He's about to place his right hand on the laboratory door. When he feels nothing but air. Shaking his sleep foggy head, he hears a soft female voice.

"Randy, are you okay?"

After that concerned question, he feels his right hand being grabbed by a pair of tiny hands. Gently turning him away from the door, he looks ahead of himself to finally see gray-ish brown curls and a female body in the school marching band uniform.

Turning to side glance Randy, he finally sees the girl's face. Her pretty dark green eyes stare into his drowsy blue ones. She stops them from walking, helps Randy lean against the lockers closest to them. She gently places her clarinet on the floor. Places her left hand on Randy's forehead, her right hand cradling his left cheek softly he unknowingly leans into her touch.

"Ugh. Th-thanks but I'm fi-fine."

He tries to reason it fails. Those pretty dark green eyes don't look amused. Tho she sadly smiles at him. "You also almost walked into the girls' bathroom."

She states with a slight giggle in her voice. Her dark green eyes once again glance towards his hands, she removes her hands from his face. His blue eyes shoot open from the lack of touch. He can finally understand what's or really who's in front of him.

"Randy you're not sick but you're far from fine silly boy."

At her voice again. He's more flattered to find Rachel bending down IN FRONT OF HIM He's cheeks blush red. Rachel unaware as she raises up to her full height. Clarinet held in her left hand. She smiles up at him, it quickly morphs to a concerned frown.

"Are you sure you're not getting sick, Randy?"

He chuckles nervously, using his right hand to rub the back of his neck. He's afraid to answer. Rachel doesn't push the issue. She gently takes his left hand in her right continuing their walk to Randy doesn't know where.

They arrive in front of the gym's doors. Rachel turns to Randy calming his nerves. "I'll skip my band practice. You need me more right now." She pushes the gym doors open as they walk in Coach Green is blindfolded jumping expertly well dodging his automatic flamethrowers.

"What the juice?!"

Randy can feel the dangerous heat of the flames keeping him awake. Rachel yells over the craziness. Hands cupping around her mouth.

"Hello Coach Green, I have a note from Mrs. Driscoll to be out here!"

That voice draws Coach Green (still blindfolded) to turn off his automatic flamethrowers. removing his blindfold carefully places his eye glasses back on, he smiles at the two. His hazel eyes smile at them. Getting closer Rachel reaches into a pocket taking out the note.

Coach Green looks to Randy and back to the note. He addresses Rachel smiling humorously. His track suit white jacket arms crossed, he nods. Walking in between the two leaving, over his shoulder he looks to Rachel.

"Fine, but you own me a dozen of your sugar cookies. You and Randy are excused for the next period." With that Coach Green leaves. Randy turns to Rachel, she's again guides him to the benches.

Having Randy sit comfortably. She smiles standing in front of him. "That note was to excuse me from Home Economics class. I already did my project for Mrs. Driscoll. 100 cupcakes for her husband's birthday."

Rachel explains with air quotes and a little giggle, Randy just stares at her in awe. He blames he's sleep deprivation on it all. "So Rachel, why are we in here?" Randy finally asks confused.

"You just sit and relax. I'll be right back."

With that Rachel practically runs out the gym doors. Not even 30 minutes later Randy is woken up by the smell of something delicious. Ssslloowwwllyyy opening his blue eyes sees Rachel approaching out of her marching band uniform into her pink/white dress with her cute hot pink shoes. Hanging off her left shoulder is his backpack, on her right shoulder looks like her heart and flower covered guitar. In her hands is a tiny tray of gravy fries.

"Howard saw me, gave your stuff. He said he'd hold it until lunch. But we both know he gets distracted easily."

Rachel smiled happily handing Randy the tray of gravy fries and his backpack. He places the backpack on the floor by his right foot. Gently rests the tiny tray of gravy fries on his lap.

"No honkin, way. Thanks Rachel but how'd you do-"

Her giggles cut off his questioning as he begins to munch on the gravy fries. She smiles white teeth showing as she sits on his left side tuning her guitar. "I made those fries for band practice. But no one really wanted them. Their loss is your great gain. Howard before I left the cafeteria told me you'd love gravy on them."

Rachel smiles, Randy chuckles with his mouth full. 'Howard so had my back today.' Randy thinks offering the tiny tray to Rachel. She smiles but pushes it back towards the 14 year old boy.

Her guitar on her lap, Rachel tests it's strings. Eyes closed she smiles opening her mouth.

'Sweet moments, dangerous moments it's all the same to me. When around the Norrisville Ninja I'm safe, I'm happy and free. Everyone everywhere knows the day is saved, never cower in fear because the Ninja is always near. Wish to know whom he is, I'd help him anyway I can with all his crazy bizz. Don't know his name but he has my heart, all my support.

Opening her dark green eyes she turns to Randy to find he cried himself to sleep. She's surprised his dark purple hair rests against her leg. She leans down to run her fingers through his hair. A loving smile on her lips.

"Relax I got you Randy."

THE END!