A/N: I don't own MI, but I do own every single one of my OCs. Even Renny, the pain in the butt she is.

Renny: *Sarcastically* Yeah, I'm the annoying one.

Me: ON WITH THE STORY!

Renny's P.O.V.

Three months later, Randall was still living with me because if he was found in the monster world, he would be banished again. He didn't want that to happen again, so I allowed him to stay. I let him have my other bedroom, and he helped out with housework and cooking.

The first time he cooked, I forced him to help me with all the cooking from then on. I fell in love with his food, especially his baking. It tasted like…well, I can't explain it. It was that amazing!

Anyway, I had decided to repaint my living room, and Boo was helping me pick out a color. "How about yellow? Yellow's got a nice vibe to it," I told her.

"Nah, I don't like yellow. Pink?"

"No, pink isn't my favorite color."

"You don't like it?"

"Not at all."

"Okay. Blue?"

"Very pretty color, maybe."

"With purple spots?"

"I don't want my living room to resemble Sulley," I shook my head.

"Oh. How about-,"

"If you suggest green, you're going back to your world."

"Okay. Hmm…red?"

I snapped my fingers and smiled. "That's it! Perfect!"

"Light red or dark red?"

"Light red, but not too light. One coat of red paint should be good, no?"

"Um. Yes?" I laughed at Boo's confusion.

-Time Skip –

Two days later, after buying red paint, moving all my furniture into the hallway, covering the floor in a tarp, and putting on white clothes, I got to work on my living room.

I grabbed a paintbrush in only one hand. Good art always takes a long time, even if I was using just one color. As I started to paint, I saw as my white walls turned light red-the color of a red ladybug's back. After two hours, one wall was finished. I gave a small sigh and then smiled wide, revealing most of my sharp teeth. "It may take I long time," I said, "But it's worth the effort! Just like all my other paintings!" I was just happy it was a Saturday, and I could paint all day.

Several hours later, I was lying on my floor, curled into a ball, with paint splatters on my face. "Renny? Renny? Renny!" Randall was calling for me, and I felt light slaps on my face: probably to wake me up.

"Hmm?" I mumbled.

"Renny, it's ten at night. When did you start painting?"

"Around two, maybe later," I told him, not opening my eyes.

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"I don't care, all I know is I wanna sleep."

"Okay. Night."

"Goodnight," I yawned, "Randy."

-Time Skip!-

"You can't remember any of what happened last night?" Randall questioned me the next day at breakfast.

"Randall, for the millionth time, no. I can't remember a thing of what you said to me or what I said to you. Now will you stop asking?!"

"Not until you remember!"

"I remember a lot of things, Randall Boggs!" I growled at him, "Now change the subject!"

"…Fine. Do you still have that scar?"

"Huh?" That was a new one. No one had ever brought up my scars-ever. Not that I minded talking about them. They were cool.

"The one that I-I," He had trouble getting his next few words out, "I gave y-you."

"You gave me?" He nodded, looking down at his breakfast. "Randall, you didn't give it to me. I did it to myself. I opened my wings going at speeds maybe fifty miles per hour. I was being stupid, really." I chuckled, and then gave him a reassuring smile, "Waternoose, on the other hand, did give me a nasty cut. I was able to heal it with magic, though. Also the cut on my head." I shivered, feeling the spot on my head where my skull had been partially cracked. My skull had to heal on its own, but my skin I easily fixed with magic.

"And your wing?"

"Why do you want to know so much about my personal life? Writing a book about me?" I joked. When he didn't laugh, I asked, "What? Don't you have a funny bone anymore? I remember when you always laughed with me. You were never Mister Grumpy Scales."

"I am not…you were joking, weren't you?"

"No. I really mean it. I liked it when you smiled and laughed," I mumbled the last part of what I told him. I pushed some hair behind my ear, got up, and walked to my room, just to get away from Randall for a little bit.

A/N: So what's the weirdest/funniest fortune cookie fortune you've ever gotten? Mine was 'Oops... Wrong cookie'. I'm not kidding! It actually said that. I still have it. So, Review!