A/N: I don't own MI, but I still do own Renny. ON WITH THE STORY!

Renny's P.O.V.

"Where am I going to sleep?" Hugo asked.

I froze. Randall had the guest room, I had the master bedroom, and the only other bedroom I had was turned into my Witch Room. I wasn't going to let him sleep on the couch because it wasn't right for a guest to sleep on. "My bed," I answered.

"Why?"

"Because. Randall has my spare bedroom, the couch is too uncomfortable, and if you stay in my Witch Room too long, you could die a slow and painful death."

"How?"

"All my potions' gases combined get caught in your lungs, and it slowly starts to dissolve them," I shrugged, "I should really throw out the more toxic potions."

"Yikes. So you're sleeping on the couch?"

"Yes," I nodded. I picked him up and carried him into my bedroom. I sat him down on my bed and started to look through my closet. "Hmm." I grabbed a black, long sleeved shirt and threw it to him. "Put it on."

"What?"

"Put it on," I told him.

"But…"

"But what?" I questioned.

"But you're in here."

"Yeah."

"And…you're a girl."

"Uh-huh."

"Can you get out?" Hugo asked.

"Oh. Alright, Hugo," I nodded at him and then left.

"Is he doing okay?" Randall asked, appearing at my side.

"Gah!" I held the area on my chest where my heart was, and then answered, "Y-yeah. He's doing fine."

"Are you okay?"

"You almost gave me a heart attack!" I yelled at him. I took my hand away from my chest and punched him in the arm, "Don't do it again."

"Sorry Renny," Randall smirked at me, "But I just love doing that."

I scoffed and knocked on my door. "Hey Hugo, you done in there?"

"I can't get my head in the head hole!" Hugo cried.

I opened the door and saw Hugo trying to put his head in one of the sleeves. I giggled and Hugo whined, "Stop laughing! Can you help me now?"

I kneeled down in front of Hugo and pulled the shirt off his head. "Close your eyes!"

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because, you're-,"

"A girl, I know. But, I am also your aunt and some of my DNA flows through your blood. Plus, when I was younger, my brothers would walk around the house in their boxers," I shivered, "I'm lucky they wore that much."

"Ick. Can you help me now?"

I put his shirt on right and tapped his nose. "There, now it's on right. Now go to bed, it's getting late."

"Alright." Hugo climbed into bed and got under the covers. "Goodnight, Aunt Renny. Goodnight Mister Randall."

"Night Kid," Randall told him.

"Sleep tight, and don't let the…I shouldn't say the rest of that sentence," I mumbled.

Randall and I quickly left my room, and I went to the closet. I grabbed a blanket, pillow, and climbed onto the couch. "You're going to sleep there?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because, you have my extra bed, and Hugo's using my bed," I rolled my eyes.

"Then, do you want to sleep with me?"

"Say what?"

"I mean, do you want to sleep in the bed with me? It's big enough for two monsters, and we could sleep at opposite sides of the bed. So…"

"No thanks, I'm good," I sighed.

He tried to convince me to sleep next to him for twenty minutes when I finally yelled, "Fine! I'll sleep next to you! Jeez!"

I got up and followed him into the guest room. I lied down on one side of the bed and Randall lied down on the other.

"Good night," Randall told me.

"Shut up."

-Time Skip!-

I woke up to Randall waking me up with a sharp pinch in my arm. "OW!" I fell off the bed and quickly stood up to glare at Randall. "I hate you with all my heart right now," I informed him.

Randall laughed at me, and helped me get up. I stretched slightly and left his room. "So what do you want for breakfast?" I asked Hugo after seeing him sitting at the kitchen table.

"Do you have any cereal?"

"Yep. Several different kinds, actually. Monster O's, Lucky Cheers, Spellz, and something with chocolate," I informed him.

"Chocolate!"

I got the chocolate cereal (Coco Poofs) off the shelf, grabbed a bowl, milk, and spoon, and gave them all to the seven year old. Messily, he poured the food into the bowl, and started to eat it. I put the milk and cereal away and told Hugo, "Okay, I gotta go to work today. Is it okay if Randall watches you?"

"Yeah, I like Mister Randall! He's a nice guy."

I let out a laugh, "Yeah. I guess he is. He's just a bit…misunderstood." I did my morning routine (Which consisted of brushing my teeth, taking a shower, getting dressed, eating, and making my lunch) when Randall stopped me before I could make my lunch. He handed me a brown bag-a small smile on his face-and quickly pushed me out of my apartment, saying I'd do great, and not to worry about Hugo.

A/N: Guess what the monster cereals are parodies of! I want to see how many people actually get them all right. Now go review!