Author's Note: I'll try to update everyday, and they'll most likely be short. I got ONE A. One. Everything else… B's…. C's… a D… even an F. I hate math. I proved the stereotype wrong, so there!
Disclaimer: See 1st ch.
Turns our Reno was secretly in love with the intern that he crashed into. What was her name? Edea…Eden… Eve! Everyone in the building saw the paper fiasco, but didn't understand why he went berserk. Sexual frustration, perhaps?
Rude, being as rude as he was, took the diary out of his inner coat pocket and began thumbing the page after day four. Eh? Seemed like the diary was pretty new.
Tucking it back into the safety of his pockets, he proceeded to leave it next to the unused coffee machine (that secretly held Bailey's Irish Cream that Reno made frequent stops at), so it would appear that Reno left it there by mistake.
Rude knew Reno would leave it there again in a few days. So he waited. And waited. Days passed by, and FINALLY! The little black book, with all its effeminate characteristics, lay innocently on top of the coffee machine.
Day Ten: Sometime during the night. Location: Bed.
Eve doesn't return my calls. Well… after Grandmother picked up the first time she called, I don't think she would be trying to call anytime soon.
-Hello? Can I talk to Reno, please?
-Who's this? Reno! Is this yer girlfriend!
-I'm sorry; you must have me mistaken for someone else…
-Say, how is my grandson in the sack? Is he a monster?
-…
-Well, speak up, girl! Is he, or is he not!
She hung up then. Luckily, I was listening from the phone in my room right after she screamed my name.
Reno: 1
Grandmother: 1
Ooh… I'll get you. I'll get you and your little cat, too.
Day Eleven: Sometime late at night. Location: Bed.
Eve still didn't call.
I shoved Mr. Snuffles into a he washer/dryer. It's soundproof in there or something, so my grandmother, even with her superhero-worthy hearing, can't hear.
Reno: 2
Evil Woman: 1