A/N: Okay, I wanna know who broke my grandmother's glass!
Renny: Wasn't me. Ask Alexis.
Alexis: Sam was playing baseball with it.
Sam: I'm in trouble.
Me: DEATH! *Tackles Sam*
Sam: Help!
Alexis: Sorry, Sammy. You're on your own. Nicky doesn't own MU, but she does own all us OCs, and the future dead Sam.
Me: *Screaming in Anger* VENDETTA!
Renny: ON WITH THE STORY!
Renny's P.O.V.
After breakfast, I had taken a shower, gotten dressed, and then I got some of my spell books from my room. I put my black, thick rimmed on to read the pages, since I didn't feel like putting my contacts in. I was flipping through one of my spell books as Randall slept. "Fix broken vases, no…Fix damaged ribs…handy, but no. Where is that dang spell?" I asked, frowning. The spell I was looking for was able to heal gashes-like the one between Randall's eyes. "I could have sworn it was in here!" I threw the book I was holding behind me.
I picked up my spell notebook, which was filled with different spells that were directly written in, or put in the book on a sticky note. I opened the book up and flipped to a clean page. I picked up a pen and wrote, Medical Spells at the top of the page.
I put the book down (marking it with my pen) and picked up another book, flipping through the pages. "No. No. No. Ha! For deep gash healing spells, turn to page two-fifteen," I read. I flipped to page two hundred fifteen, and read, "For deep gash healing spells, turn to page forty-five," I flipped to page forty-five and read, "Turn to page twenty-nine for deep gash healing spells." I flipped to the page and read aloud, "Put down this book and see a doctor. What?! I can't do that!" I threw my book out an open window in anger. Then the phone rang. It was next to me, so I picked it up, answered it, and hissed, "What?!"
"Hey Renny," Fang calmly greeted me.
"Oh. Hi. Sorry for snapping at you. I'm under a bit of pressure."
"Yes, I know. Family thing, right?"
"Yeah…"
"Really…? Who's sick, again?"
"Uh…My great…uncle…Smitty, the mechanic. Yeah! My Great Uncle Smitty the mechanic! He hurt his back while fixing a machine of his boss'. He fell off a ladder."
"Oh, really? 'Cause I've met your mother and father. They never mentioned you having a Great Uncle Smitty!"
"Well…I…" I gulped.
"Ha! I knew it! You're lying! Renny, after work, I am coming out there and finding out why you skipped work!"
"But-,"
"I am, and you can't stop me!" Then she hung up.
I dropped the phone, shaking my head. "I'm doomed." I sighed. I picked my book up again and groaned. Flipping more pages, I slammed the book shut. "Stupid spell books," I grumbled, "I could've swore that spell book to fix my bruises in college was in one of…"
"Wait…Spell book. Bruises. College." My eyes widened as I realized my stupidity. "Ah! Of course!" I quickly got up and ran towards my room. I dove under my bed and pulled out my 'College Memories' box. It was about medium size, and held all my stuff from MU. I opened the box and dug through it. Then I found what I was looking for. My book of spells that I used in college.
"Jackpot!" I cried, falling back onto my bed. I let out a cry of joy and began to flip through the book. "Hm. Bruises. Scars. Black eyes. No, no, and no. Gashes. Gashes! YES! I knew it!" I practically shouted.
"Keep it down!" Randall yelled.
"Sorry," I called, giggling. I pushed my college memories back under my bed as I got back up. I walked out of my room and back to the living room where I saw Randall trying to get back to sleep.
"What now?" Randall asked, sleepily.
"I found it!" I giggled again.
"What?"
"My college spell book!" I kneeled down in front of Randall.
"Spell book?"
"Yep! But this one's more like a healing book. All it has is how to close cuts and gashes, make bruises go away, and a bunch of other things. And I think there's a spell in here on curing hangovers," I shrugged, opening the book back up to the closing and healing gashes page. I put my claw lightly on his gash-which made him cringe a little bit-and closed my eyes. "Gahooga Clozoka!"
When my eyes opened again, I saw the gash was closed and gone-like it was never even there. I cut the thread and pulled it out of his face. Those smaller holes closed up as soon as the thread was gone.
"There," I smiled, "Back to normal."
I got back up and went over to my books. "You still read?" Randall questioned, getting comfy on the couch again.
"Yeah. What's wrong with that?" I countered.
"Nothing, it's just not a lot of adults read very often."
"I know. Which is another reason why teenagers and kids don't read so often," I rolled my eyes, picking up a normal book, one without spells in it.
I opened my book up and zoned out. My eyes were darting across every word of the page I was on. Every two or three minutes, I would turn the page as I kept reading.
Without even knowing it, I had finished the book, and two hours had passed. I put my book down next to me, looked over at the couch, and saw Randall sleeping on the couch.
Then there was a knock at the door. I got up and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Fang. "Uh-oh," I mumbled.
"RENNY! OPEN UP!" Fang shouted as she punched on the door loudly, waking up Randall, "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"
"Ah, what?" Randall groaned, rubbing his eyes.
"RENNY!" More punching of the door.
"Turn invisible, now!" I ordered.
Randall did as told, turning invisible.
"Renny!"
"Okay, okay!" I unlocked the door and opened it up. "Fang," I growled.
"Renny," She spat like we were enemies.
We both laughed and then Fang went dead serious. "I'm looking around your apartment."
"What? Why?" I questioned, pouting.
"Because, you called in sick because of family matters, and you aren't at that family member's house," Fang smirked.
"Whoops," I cringed.
"Yup. And I will find something, Hope," Fang smirked, using my first name.
I rolled my eyes. "You know I hate being called that, Fang."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hope," She smirked. I let out a groan. "Hey, if you hate your first name so much, change your name to Renny," Fang told me, looking under my coffee table.
I stuck my tongue out at Fang, as she looked in my hallway closet. Then she went to my bedroom, looking in my closet, in my dresser drawers, under my bed, and even in a pair of rollerblades I owned.
And for the third time that day, I had to pick up my phone because it rang. "Yep?" I asked, putting the receiver to my ear.
"Hey, how's my favorite sister doing?" Hex asked, smiling.
"Hex, I'm your only sister. What do you want?"
"For you to be my head bridesmaid," Hex replied.
"What?" I was shocked, "No way! Did he, did…did Hank-,"
"Yep!" Hex laughed into the phone, "Hank proposed!" He had been Hex's boyfriend ever since their last year of college, which was my first and last year.
"Oh gosh! That's…that's amazing!" I smiled as Fang looked in my fridge. "When did he ask you?"
"Just a few minutes ago!" I could hear Hex start to cry, "We're going to get married!"
"Hex, I'm so happy for you!" I started to tear up too.
"What's wrong?" Fang asked, looking in my oven.
"Hex is engaged!"
"That's great!" Fang smiled.
"And I want Fang, Marie, and Sabrina to be bridesmaids too," Hex informed.
"Ick. Sabrina," I growled.
"I still don't get why you hate my old roommate so much!" Hex told me.
"She doesn't like me! I tried to be nice to her, but no. She's like my own personal bully!" I groaned, "It feels like elementary school again when we are alone."
"It'll get better," Hex tried to comfort, "And, I know who you're going to get paired up with in the ceremony. Hank's brother!"
"I'd rather walk down the aisle by myself!" I told her, slamming the phone down. I hated Hank's brother. He thought he was so awesome.
I let out a shiver. "I hate Hank's brother. I'd rather go with Fungus."
"Everyone does hates Hank." Fang nodded. She put her hands on her hips and nodded. "Okay, since I couldn't find anyone here, I guess you're off the hook. Sort of. I just want to know why you decided to stay home."
"Fine." I gave a deep sigh and continued, "I slept in because I forgot to set my alarm. It was too late for me to actually get dressed or anything-heck, it was too late for me to fly to work."
"Oh. Okay. I understand now. But why'd you make up that dumb story?"
"I didn't want anyone to know," I smiled shyly, like a smile I would've gave in college.
Fang let out a laugh and said, "Fine. See you tomorrow?"
I chuckled, "Yeah. Work and poker."
"And remember," Fang walked over to my front door and opened it, "It's here tomorrow night." Then she walked through the open door, closing it behind her.
"I'm doomed!" I sat on the couch as Randall appeared next to me.
"You-you didn't give me up."
"You're right. I didn't."
"Why?"
"Because…I guess…I don't know," I shrugged.
"It's because you think I'm pathetic," Randall growled, assuming the worst, "Scrawny, weak, and useless. You just think-,"
"I think nothing of the sorts," I told him, getting up. I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. "Randall Boggs…no weak, scrawny, or useless monster would be able to survive in a human world bayou for five years!" I shook my head and continued, "And I'm going to hide you as long as I can. I promise."
"You promise?"
I held out my pinkie. "Yes," I gave him a smile. He reluctantly held up his hand, wrapped his pinkie around my pinkie. He still didn't smile, but he did lie back on the couch.
"Wanna watch some TV?"
"Sure," I told him.
Randall picked up my remote and started to surf through the channels, finally settling on the news.
A/N: Me: *Still beating up Sam*
Renny and Alexis: Review, before Sam dies.
Me: Vendetta!