Fowlham Stuff Chapter 4: Duets (request), a randy cunningham: 9th grade ninja fanfic

This is my first request! It is from PrennCooder!

I hope you enjoy!

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Randy stuffed his hands into his pockets as he listened to Howard tell his story about how he got Heidi grounded. They were waiting in a line to enter Greg's Game Hole- which was taking too long in Randy's opinion.

"It was amazing! The look on her face was priceless!" Howard suddenly grabbed Randy by the shirt and brought him down to face- level.

"Priceless, Cunningham. Priceless." Randy grinned as Howard let go.

"I'm sure. I wish I was there. Stupid training with the Nomicon and lessons like, a ninja must know how to use offense and defense at the same time, which is really confusing and- you're not listening, are you." Randy deadpanned, stopping in the middle of his sentence.

"I kinda stopping listening at the word, Nomicon." Howard drawled, chuckling. "You know, it really is amazing how one word can put you right to sleep." Randy rolled his eyes. They stepped up in the line as it slowly moved forward.

In almost no time, they were at the door. Greg was standing there with a clip board.

"Randy Cunningham and Howard Weinerman, I got the both of you down. You can enter." Randy raised an eyebrow as Howard rushed in.

"Why do you need our names?" He asked. Greg smiled.

"Just for something very special!" he said, shooing Randy inside. Randy gave Greg an odd look before shrugging and looking for Howard.

As soon as Randy walked away, Theresa Fowler and her best friend, Debbie Kang, approached.

"Hello ladies," Greg greeted, tipping his hat. Theresa gave him a smile.

"Hi Greg." She responded. Greg got both of the girls' names and let them in.

"I wonder what that was about." Debbie mused.

"Me too. Relax, though. It's the weekend. No researching, no questions about thing that aren't your business, etc." Theresa said, giving her friend a smile. Debbie rolled her eyes but nodded anyways.

"Cunningham! Come check this out!" A loud voice shouted. Debbie gave Theresa a look. Theresa looked at Randy who was running to the source of the voice, whom she figured was Howard.

The taller girl took a breath and looked at Debbie.

"Not today." She said. Debbie smiled.

"That's my girl." The two went to the Food Hole to chat, considering the fact that they only sat together at lunch and only had a few classes with each other.

A little while later, Greg made an announcement. Randy and Howard looked up from their game.

"Attention Holers. I'm sure that all of you were wondering why I needed your names. Well, I am glad to announce our new karaoke game!" Near Randy and Howard, a curtain that they didn't see before rose up, and there was a brand new game there. The duo gave each other a look.

"To test out this brand new game, we are going to have one girl and one boy test it out. I will be drawing their names from these two bowls!" Greg stirred around the names in the girls' bowl before picking one out.

"Theresa Fowler will be singing with..." Greg reached over into the boys' bowl and pulled out a name.

"Randy Cunningham!" Randy looked bewildered.

"What? Me? But- but I can't sing!" He said. Howard shook his head.

"I don't think so Cunningham. You do sing for 30 Seconds to Math." Howard pointed out.

"Also, you sang to Rach- Mph!" Randy quickly covered his mouth.

"We don't speak of that! Besides, it was the Ninja, not me." Randy hissed. Howard pushed away Randy's hand.

"Look, all I'm saying is, you got skills. Use them!"

Meanwhile, over by Theresa and Debbie, there was soda dripping from a slightly annoyed Debbie.

"What?!" Theresa exclaimed! "I can't sing!" Debbie sighed as she waited for the next name.

"Randy Cunningham!" The two girls heard a loud yelp from nearby, and it came from Randy.

"Now I really can't sing" Theresa groaned, slumping down in her seat. Debbie took a napkin and wiped of her face.

"Yes you can. I've heard you in the shower." Debbie said. Theresa gave her a glare.

"Just sing like you're in the shower, and you'll be fine." Theresa groaned once more.

"It's not that easy Deb. I mean, do you know what its like to sing with your crush?" Theresa asked softly.

"Nope."

"Do you even have a crush?" Debbie''s eyes flittered over to Randy and Howard. Her eyes were on Howard for a split second before looking back at Theresa.

"Nope." Theresa gave her friend a small smile.

"Yes you do! You like-!" All of a sudden, utensils were flying at Theresa. She playfully ducked.

"I'm not going to say anything!" Debbie crossed her arms, a blush on her face.

"You'd better not." She grumbled.

"Would the two singers please come up to the front desk to talk for a few moments?" Greg asked over the intercom.

"That's my cue. Wish me luck." Theresa stood up and made her way to the front desk. She and Randy got there at the same time.

"Alrighty, so you two will be given a few moments to talk about what song you want, alright?" Theresa looked at Randy, who nodded. Theresa looked at Greg.

"Okay." Greg smiled.

"Good, now get over to the machine and look." He said, pushing them away.

"So..." Randy said lightly.

"Hi..." Theresa mumbled.

"Hey." Randy replied. Theresa gave him a sideways smile. They approached the machine and turned it on.

"What song should we sing?" Randy asked, looking through the selections. He chuckled a little. "Never thought I would be saying that." Theresa smiled.

"I'm not sure." Her eyes followed the songs that Randy was looking through until she spotted one.

"This is Gospel might be a good one." She suggested. Randy nodded.

"Let's keep looking though." Randy scrolled through until his eyes settled on one. he gulped nervously.

"Um, New Perspective is one..." He trailed off, hoping she didn't know that song. His face was a little pink.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I like that one.." They were silent. Randy snuck a look at Howard and saw that he was making kissy faces at them. Randy's face went red and he glared at Howard, pointed at him, then ran his finger along his throat. Howard didn't seem intimidated, so Randy made a motion to where his mask was. Howard's face fell and he gavve Randy a weak smile. He chuckled nervously and pretended to play a game.

Randy glanced at Theresa and mentally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she wasn't looking.

"So, are we doing This is Gospel or New Perspective?"

"Uh, New Perspective, I guess." She said. "I'll do tell Greg." She walked away, and Howard came over to Randy.

"Admit it! You like her!" He hissed.

"We're just friends!"

"You flirted with her during that Brawn Brickwall thing!"

"Did not!"

"Cunningham, listen, you made sure you're hair was right, you tried to impress her, you apologized to her, and then you took an usie with her! Without me!"

"That's not what happened in order, so you're wrong! Ha!" Randy did a little victory dance.

"It doesn't matter about the order, what matters that you like her! Like, like like her! So just tell her!" Howard looked over Randy's shoulder and grinned.

"And now might be a good time. Hey Fowler! Cunningham wants to tell you something!" Howard said. Theresa stood next to Randy.

"Shoot." She said. Randy glared at Howard, looked at Theresa, then glared at Howard.

"I'll uh, tell you later." He said. Greg came up to the duo and Randy shoved Howard away. Greg had three microphones, and handed one to Randy and one to Theresa, then kept one for himself.

"Attention Holers, I would like to say that our karaoke testers have picked their song, and ready to sing! Please direct your attention to them." Greg walked away, and gave the duo a smile. People crowded around them, and Randy and Theresa shared a look. Randy pressed a button on the kareoke machine and the music started.

(I would suggest listening to the song at the same time!)

I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win
There's a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I'll lose the traits that worry me

Can we fast-forward 'til you do down on me?

Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

Can we fast-forward 'til you go down on me?

Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time
We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine
And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines
But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside

Can we fast-forward 'til you go down on me?

More to the point, I need to show
How much I can come and go
Other plans fell through
And put a heavy load on you
I know there's no more that need be said
When I'm inching through your bed
Take a look around instead and watch me go

It's not fair, just let me perfect it
Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive
'cause seeing clear would be a bad idea
Now catch me up on getting out of here
So catch me up I'm getting out of here

Can we fast-forward 'til you go down on me?
Can we fast-forward 'til you go down?

The crowd cheered, and Randy and Theresa smiled. Randy offered his hand to her and she hesitantly took it. They raised their interlocked hands over their heads and bowed. They did this again, let go of each others hand, and gave Greg the microphones back.

People applauded them, gave them praise, and a few even said they'd be a good couple.

As soon as the crowd died down, Howard excused himself, gave Randy a wink and two thumbs up, then hurried off to the food court.

"So... What did you want to tell me?" Theresa asked. randy rubbed the back of his neck.

"I uh... I enjoyed singing with you. Uh, yeah... That's it." Theresa smiled and pecked his cheek. A look of shock came on Randy's face.

"I did too. Maybe we could do it again sometime?" Theresa walked away, waving to him. Randy's shocked face quickly turned into a smile.

Up in the Food Hole, Debbie and Howard were watching. Howard swore under his breath.

"We did do our best." Debbie noted, sipping her soda.

"Yeah. Looks like we'll have to try harder. At least that shoob will tell me that he has feelings for the girl." Howard said, biting into his sandwich. He quickly finished and stood up.

"I can't believe we set this whole thing up and it didn't work." He grumbled. Debbie set her soda down.

"If anyone asks, it was your idea." She said.

"Fine. I'm gonna go talk to Lover Boy over there." He said, gesturing to the smiling Randy.

"You might want to take him home."

"Right."

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T'was the best I could do. I love Debbie and Howard scheming together!

Bonus:

Theresa crossed her arms and glared at the portly boy in front of her.

"You set that whole thing up?!" She asked harshly, referring to the karaoke incident from the previous day.

"Well, more like, ten percent Weinerman, ninety percent Kang." He explained.

"Not falling for that." Howard groaned.

"Fine! fifty fifty. Happy now?" He asked, throwing his hands up.

"Hardly." She huffed and walked away. Howard breathed a sigh of relief. Cunningham approached him.

"Hey Howard." Randy said, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Hey Cunningham." Howard said, his voice slighty strained. Randy recognized it.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing! Nothing... Just... Set up that whole karaoke thing with Kang..."

"You did WHAT?!" Randy shouted. Howard winced. Randy groaned and slammed his head into the locker beside him.

"You know, there are times that I hate you." He stated. Howard shrugged.

"I get that a lot."

"But... Thanks..." Randy added. Howard looked at him, surprised.

"Are you... Thanking me?" Howard asked cautiously.

"Yeah. You were right." Randy lifted his head off the locker hand turned around, leaning against it. His eyes drifted to Theresa.

"I do like her. She's smart, kind, funny, pretty-"

"Alright alright. I get it. You like the girl. Now tell her!" Howard said. Randy grinned.

"I think I'll leave it alone for now." He said, still looking in her direction. Theresa caught his eye and smiled. She waved. Randy waved back and she walked away.

"Yeah... I'll leave it alone."

I JUST STABBED MYSELF MULTIPLE TIMES HAHA WHOOPS

I hope you guys liked this! I'll be taking more requests soon! stupid school...

So pretty much, how Howard and Debbie set it up, the guy bowl had only Randy's name, and the girl one had only Theresa's. Greg pretty much took it over from there.

Smokebomb!