C'est La Vie—Chapter Two
by taitofan
Rated T for sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don't own Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja or its characters.
Prompt: "What are you doing awake so late at night? Alone? In your room? With Theresa's sticks? And paper towels? And why are you looking at muscly vampires on your laptop?" (tumblr)
If you have any CC, please share and I'll listen. Please read, review, and enjoy! Finished 08-24-15
Randy couldn't answer all of the questions, and for not the first time, he almost wished he didn't live next door to Howard. All that ever seemed to happen those days was Howard popping in uninvited when he was doing embarrassing things. Though, he supposed, at least he was alone this time.
"What the juice? What are you even doing here?" he questioned, slamming his laptop shut and shoving everything else aside. "Normal people don't just casually break into houses at three in the morning."
"And only shoobs are up at three in the morning jerking it to guys who look like their creepy boyfriend on steroids. Better than last week when Julian was here and you two were–"
"If you'd just honkin' knock, we wouldn't be in these situations!"
They continued to argue, and honestly, Randy was just relieved that Howard didn't press the issue of the batons. He really, really didn't want to explain that one.