Hi, everyone!

Anyway, after a few weeks of lurking silently around the fandom and the release of Monsters University, I felt the need to write about it. So... this story is about my favorite pairing (which isn't really popular here), Randall and Johnny. After seeing the movie, I really resolved to try to make a relationship work between them, and because of this, this story was born.

I'm really excited about writing it, and I hope you'll be excited to read it. Reviewing would be a great help because this would be the first piece of writing in general in that I've felt confident to post on the Internet.

I'm sorry if this first chapter sounds a bit too much like a narrative without interactions if anything, so if you have something to say about it, don't hesitate to point it out. I'll try my best to make my writing more eye-catching if that's the case.

I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it!

After Roar Omega Roar's embarrassing loss at the Scare Games, the once proud and boastful team silently made their way home. Everyone could sense Johnny's disappointment, anticipating an angry outburst the moment they returned, especially Randall. He sulked behind the rest of the team, expecting Johnny to release the brunt of his anger on him.

I finally made it in. I can't blow my chance, Randall thought as he lingered even farther behind the group to try to create some distance between him and Johnny.

"Randall!" Johnny called angrily upon noticing Randall some feet away from the rest of Roar Omega Roar. "Don't fall behind!"

"S-sorry!" Randall shouted, dropping onto his hands to hesitantly slink towards them. Unfortunately, Randall began to fall behind again as more worrisome thoughts invaded his mind. Noticing for the second time that Randall was far behind, Johnny turned around and angrily stomped towards Randall, motioning towards the rest of Roar Omega Roar and saying, "Go on ahead. I'll catch up!" They silently complied, not wanting to further provoke the already angry Johnny.

"What was the deal back there, Boggs?! Flowers?!" Johnny stormed when the other four were out of sight. Still, there were other monsters around despite the lateness of the night, and they began to look upon Johnny Worthington, shamed leader of the supposedly best fraternity, as he screamed at the seemingly helpless Randall.

"I-I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault! It was all Sullivan!" Randall yelped, particularly saying Sullivan's name with a truly bitter grit in his voice. Johnny ignored his pleas and continued to release his rage towards him.

"How can you be a part of Roar Omega Roar if you can't even show some self-control?!" Johnny continued, attracting unwanted attention yet uncaring about the many eyes watching him and Randall. His anger made him indifferent to whoever was there. Johnny started to bring himself closer to Randall. Monsters began whispering as they looked upon Johnny and noticing his imposing attitude towards Randall, who had fallen over onto his back with true fear in his eyes as Johnny inched closer and closer towards him.

"You're out," Johnny snarled as his face was mere inches away from Randall's. Johnny held out a hand towards him and pointed to the Roar Omega Roar jacket that Randall was wearing. "Give it," he ordered sternly.

"W-what? P-please, Johnny! I—" Randall pleaded, feeling as helpless as he had felt on his first day of school. The confidence that he had gained while with Roar Omega Roar had faded, leaving Randall's original self-consciousness to reappear from underneath.

"Now!" Johnny screamed. "Oh, and by the way, don't expect to sleep back at the house. Fraternity members only. Sorry, Boggs!" Johnny said cruelly. By the time Randall reluctantly took off his jacket, a small crowd had formed nearby. Some monsters in the crowd began taking pictures on their cell phones and whispering among each other.

After Johnny had aggressively snatched the jacket out of Randall's hands, he walked away with the same furious expression he had worn all night after their unexpected loss. Randall simply sat upright on the ground, not caring anymore for what happened to him. He had risen to the top then had dropped back down. Here were two embarrassing failures: his fumble at the Games, and now this. There was nothing he could do about it.

After an hour of feeling like an empty shell, the crowd had lost interest in Randall's predicament and had dissipated as quickly as it had formed, probably to turn in for the night. Thus, with nobody around, Randall pulled himself up, totally clueless about how he would sleep that night. Could he return to his old dorm? He certainly hoped so. There would be nowhere else to sleep if wasn't allowed back in. Maybe he could see Wazowski, and the thought brought a small, fleeting smile to Randall's lips until he remembered that Mike had joined a fraternity of his own, the same one that had beaten Roar Omega Roar for a surprising victory.

Because of me? Randall thought sadly as he began to walk to the general dorms. Wait, do I even have the key to the room? No… I returned the key when I moved, and all my stuff is back home, he remembered, though he couldn't exactly call the Roar Omega Roar fraternity his home anymore. Johnny had kicked him out, and now he was alone. There wasn't even a roommate to keep him company anymore. Randall wallowed in his isolation and misery as he slowly redirected himself toward his old fraternity.

What'll I do? Do I just go in and say, "Can I have my stuff?" Randall wondered. Would they even give his stuff back to him? There wasn't much to begin with, but a few of the things Randall had brought with him to Monsters University held at least some sentimental value. Randall sighed, hoping for the best as he neared the house. As he turned the corner and it came into view, Randall saw his belongings—a few bags and suitcases—strangely piled up in a neat stack on the sidewalk.

I wonder who did this, Randall of whoever did, Randall was grateful that at least someone in the fraternity had bothered to keep his things in a nice pile. This alone was enough to bring a little light to the otherwise dark and disastrous night.

Randall approached the neat stack and began to carry whatever he could. Frustrated that he'd have to make more than one trip to bring it all, Randall grabbed what he could and looked behind him towards the rest of the campus grounds. Campus grounds looked rather depressing at night, especially when there wasn't a party going on.

There was supposed to be one tonight, Randall recalled before remembering Roar Omega Roar's loss. He must've cancelled it or something because of the loss, Randall reasoned before beginning his trek back towards his old dorm.

"Better make it quick, Boggs!" Randall heard from behind him. Randall turned to see Johnny leaning against the open door of his fraternity house. There were no other lights on in the house, meaning that the rest of the fraternity was probably asleep.

So… was he watching me? Randall wondered as he nodded towards Johnny. Whatever he was doing, Randall would be happy to get away from Roar Omega Roar. The place brought painful realizations and horrific memories to Randall. Randall walked away, trying his best to abandon any feelings of attachment to Roar Omega Roar and anything related to it. He wasn't part of this oh-so-prestigious group anymore.

I'll just work my way back to the top, Randall assured himself with a desperate optimism, though he knew there was little chance for him to make it back to the top. Getting kicked out of Roar Omega Roar was a sturdy blow to the fragile reputation he had tried to make for himself at Monsters University, and Randall was sure that the damage to it was permanent.

With the fraternity house almost out of sight, Randall took one last look at the life he had ruined for himself. No, it wasn't me. It was Sullivan, Randall thought with immense hostility as his eyes narrowed into a hateful glare. I just have to keep telling myself that it was Sullivan's fault. He ruined any chance I had at finally being accepted for once. As the last glimpse of Roar Omega Roar began to disappear out of sight, he could see Johnny disappear back into the house, leaving Randall truly alone with only his bags for company.

Crap… I still have to make a second trip back there, Randall remembered as the dorms came into view. They might not even be open, Randall thought. His old pessimism began to work its way back into Randall's mind, tainting almost every thought he had with hate that was mostly directed towards Sullivan. There was nothing else he could do unfortunately. He would have to either try to get back in or to sleep outside, both of which would inflict further damage on his already questionable reputation when the other monsters found out about his embarrassing situation. As the doors to the dorms stood closed in front of Randall, the lack of light inside the office on the ground floor made Randall uneasy. Just as he had feared, the office was closed, and the doors were locked.

Damn! Randall thought, pulling the door handle one last time in a desperate attempt to get inside. After his futile attempt, he slumped to the ground, defeated and not knowing what to do next. Maybe I could try Wazowski's place? he thought. No… they'd never accept me after what I did to them. Anyway, I don't want to be anywhere near Sullivan. Randall knew that he would be outside for the night and began to drag his fatigued body back towards the fraternity house. He might as well, considering that the rest of his stuff was back there anyway, though he could only hope that nobody had messed with it while he was away.

The tiresome walk back to the fraternity house left Randall spent, and as it came into view, Randall hunched his back and his head hung down, both in shame and fatigue. The bags that he had carried for so long had made his arms feel like jelly, and Randall resorted to dragging them on the ground regardless of any damage that occurred because of it. He looked up to check the state of the rest of his things, and much to his relief, everything seemed to be untouched, though it didn't change the fact that he'd most probably have to stay outside for the night.

Worst. Day. Ever, Randall thought as he carelessly threw the bags that he was holding into the pile, ruining the orderly stack as some of them tumbled to the ground. Well, at least there's nobody to see me like this, Randall reasoned, trying his best to be optimistic. I've got to find somewhere to put these things. Randall yawned, placing his head on one of the suitcases. Or maybe I'll just sleep out here in the open. My life couldn't get any worse than this anyway, Randall thought as pessimism worked its way back into his mind. He shuffled around, trying to make the best of his makeshift pillow. Remembering a blanket that he had brought with him in one of his bags, Randall searched for a particular suitcase and opened it. Inside, he found the blanket that he was looking for: a small, shameful excuse for a blanket that looked more like a weirdly large, blue napkin than an actual blanket. Regardless of the awkward appearance, Randall appreciated what little warmth it provided as the wind picked up, bringing a chill to the air around him.

With his body tucked under his large, blue napkin and his head lying on one of his suitcases, Randall was sure he'd be on the cover of the school newspaper if anybody saw him like this, just like Wazowski and the rest of his fraternity buddies had been. Maybe he'd be the next misfit on a poster.

Thinking about Wazowski filled Randall with regrets. Now that he wasn't at the top of the social hierarchy, the lack of the exclusive Roar Omega Roar life helped him realize the mistake he had made when he abandoned Wazowski for the "cool kids." Now that he was no longer a "cool kid," life was coming back to bite him hard on the tail.

"Screw karma. Screw Sullivan!" Randall yelled to himself. He snarled, pulling the blanket over his head. Unfortunately, pulling it back had left his tail exposed to the windy night, and Randall muttered a curse to himself, placing the blanket back onto his tail. Come morning, everyone's gonna hear about what a joke I am, Randall thought as he tried his best to sleep in the most uncomfortable conditions.

Unfortunately, the thought of being the next joke at Monsters University kept Randall from getting any comfortable sleep. He shuffled in his sleep as a fear of a late-night patrol uncomfortably settled in his head. What'll I do if they find me here? I'm supposed to be inside, Randall worried as turned on his side and tried to think of anything he could do to avoid an unfortunate run-in with any of the security guards that patrolled the grounds during the night. They'd think I was crazy and probably expel me, Randall thought as unnecessary paranoia also inhibited his sensible thinking. I can only hope that this will work. Randall closed his eyes as he willed himself to turn invisible. Upon opening them, Randall took a peek at his arm, but it had become invisible according to his plan. Great, now I have to keep this while I'm sleeping, Randall told himself. He closed his eyes and took his mind off of everything: the stress of the Games, Johnny's anger, and everything even remotely related to the unfortunate events that had taken place on this dreadful night.

Without a reasonable way to check if he was still invisible without being awake and opening his eyes to see himself, Randall desperately hoped that his invisibility stuck, doing the only thing he could find himself able to do at this point as he uneasily made his way into a deep sleep: hoping.