sentiment. “Yeah. Thanks for always having my back, Tim. Sorry if I’ve been a little distracted.”
Tim grinned. “No worries, man. Or, uh, Brandi. Just remember—don’t let this cheer captain thing go to your head.”
As they cruised down the road, the warm breeze whipping through their hair, Randall glanced over at Tim with a sigh. “So, get this,” he began, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Ever since I broke up with Brandi’s boyfriend—which was the most awkward conversation of my life, by the way—other guys have been asking me out like crazy.”
Tim’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, what?”
“I’m serious,” Randall continued, rolling his eyes. “Flowers in my locker. Random love notes. Some guy even serenaded me outside of bio class. Do you have any idea how weird it is to have people crushing on you when you’re not even you?”
Tim burst out laughing, slapping his knee. “I mean, can you blame them? You’re Brandi Summers now. You’re, like, every guy’s dream girl.”
“Thanks for that reminder,” Randall said dryly, though his lips twitched with the hint of a smile. “But here’s the thing—I’ve been thinking. If you and I were dating, it would solve so many problems.”
Tim blinked, his laughter abruptly fading as his brain tried to process what Randall had just said. “Uh, come again?”
“I’m serious,” Randall said, keeping his eyes on the road but throwing Tim a sidelong glance. “Think about it. If we were dating, people would stop hitting on me, and I wouldn’t have to deal with dodging guys left and right. Plus, we’d get to hang out more without anyone questioning it.”
Tim stared at him, still trying to wrap his head around the suggestion. “I… I mean… huh.”
“And,” Randall added, warming up to his idea, “we could go swimming at Brandi’s house with the other cheerleaders. You could help me out—make it look like I belong, you know? You’d practically be doing me a favor.”
Tim ran a hand through his hair, completely speechless. He could see the logic in Randall’s plan, but the sheer absurdity of the situation left him at a loss for words. “So… let me get this straight. You want to fake-date me because it’s convenient?”
“Well, yeah,” Randall said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Think about it. No more weird love notes. No more awkward questions. Plus, I’d get to have my best friend by my side through all of this madness.”
Tim exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a bemused smile. “You’re something else, man.”
“Is that a yes?” Randall asked, smirking.
Tim threw his hands up in mock exasperation. “I don’t know what I just signed up for, but fine. Let’s do it. But for the record, if this blows up in our faces, I’m blaming you.”
Randall grinned, a weight lifting off his shoulders. “Deal.”
As they drove on, the absurdity of the situation didn’t fade, but neither did the growing sense of camaraderie. Whatever chaos lay ahead, at least they’d face it together—and with Tim as his “boyfriend,” Randall figured he might even survive the madness of being Brandi Summers.
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