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Renny's P.O.V.

The next day, I woke up feeling terrible. When I tried to get up, Randall just gently pushed me back down onto my pillow.

"Randall?" I mumbled.

"You're sick. Go back to sleep," He ordered.

"What? How-,"

"You were coughing deeply in your sleep. It woke me up," He told me.

"I-I'm sorry," I apologized, "What time is it?"

"Noon. Hugo called in sick for you," Randall informed.

"I need to thank him later for that," I mumbled to myself, blowing some hair off of my face. Once again, I sat up.

"Renny, you have to-,"

"I want a glass of water," I growled to him, my voice rough and scratchy.

"Alright, I'll get it," Randall smiled at me. Not just any of his normal small smiles, or sarcastic smiles he liked to give to me, but an actual, real, smile. That kind of smile suited him well, actually.

Randall left the room and returned a minute or so later with a glass of water-with ice- in his hand. He handed it to me, and I gulped it down. "Thanks," I mumbled, a grin playing on my lips.

I got out of bed and dizzily walked down the hall. "What are you doing? Getting a cure from-,"

"No. Whenever I'm actually sick, Fungus comes over. And Fang tells 'em when I'm actually sick. That's why he hasn't come over when I called out for days I needed to take off," I gave a small shrug.

"Fungus? As in, my-,"

"Ex-scaring assistant? Yup. Now he's a laugher too. He gets paid more, and he doesn't get pushed around by anyone," I smiled, thinking of my friend.

There was a knock at the door, and I roughly called out, "Coming!"

I opened the door and saw Fungus standing before me. "Hello Renny. You sound horrible," Fungus told me. His stutter had gone away a few weeks after Randall was thrown into the Bayou.

"I feel worse than I sound, trust me," I rolled my eyes and motioned to Randall to turn invisible.

"I brought you some soup and hot chocolate from that Café you like," Fungus informed me as he walked into my apartment.

"That's great," I sighed happily.

I sat at my dining table as Fungus grabbed a mug, bowl, and spoon from my cabinet. He poured the soup into the bowl, and the hot chocolate into the mug. Then he put the bowl and mug on the table, and handed me the spoon. "I still don't get why you do this," I mumbled.

"You always helped me out when I got sick or R-R-Randall put me down," Fungus shrugged, smiling at me, "So I thought I'd return the favor."

"Nice of you," I told him, taking a sip of the hot chocolate, "But you really don't have to."

"I want to," Fungus gave me a side hug.

"Which is great of you," I smiled.

-Two Hours Later!-

"Okay, I wanna know. How on Earth did you know what my favorite Café was?"

"Fang."

"Ah. I should have known."

"Why?"

"She doesn't keep her big mouth shut."

"Isn't she your best friend?"

"Yeah, but we still insult each other. We fight, argue, cuss, spit, punch, kick…but it's fun. We get along like worst enemies, but we, we, we-," I let out a loud, painful sneeze, "Ow…We're like sisters." Fungus was trying to hold back a laugh. "What?" I gulped down the soup.

"Y-your hair!" He let out a loud laugh.

I looked up and could see the ends of my hair sticking straight up. "Oh boy," I sighed. I smoothed down my hair and then Fungus let out a scream. "What?" I smiled, "Still poufy?"

"N-no. I-I thought I saw something…or someone," Fungus gulped.

"Oh, you probably did," I informed him, "Hugo!"

Said boy ran into the kitchen, with a gas mask on. "Hi, Auntie Renny! Hi, Mister Red!"

I rolled my eyes and asked, "Hugo, what's with the gas mask?"

"So I don't get sick," He responded.

"Oh, Hugo…"

"So, who's he?" Hugo pointed at Fungus.

"Hugo, it is not nice to point," I warned him.

"Sorry."

"Hugo, this is Fungus. Fungus, this is Hugo."

Fungus tried to speak, "Nice to-,"

"Are you dating Aunt Renny?"

"What? No."

"Good, because my Aunt Renny likes-,"

"Ay! Shush!" I ordered.

"Yes, Auntie," Hugo looked down in shame.

"Oh?"

"Fungus," I warned.

"But you do-,"

"Hugo!"

"You like him!"

"Hugo!"

"You like-,"

"HUGO!" I shouted.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM AND-,"

"YOU LIKE RANDALL BOGGS!"

"FVCK!" I screamed.

I looked back at Fungus and saw he had gone pale. "That isn't good," Randall commented, appearing next to Fungus. Fungus screamed incredibly loud, and backed into a corner.

Then he started to stutter as he spoke. Again. "R-R-Randall! I-I-I d-didn't k-k-know! H-h-how?! W-when? W-w-why!?"

"Let me answer," I stood up, feeling much better than I had been an hour ago, "I did it. I helped him get back because I felt sorry for him. He was bruised, beaten, and…he had a gash right between his eyes." I traced said spot on Fungus' head with my claw. He took a big gulp. "It was…four months, three weeks ago." I took Fungus' hands in mine, "Please. Please don't tell anyone. You can't. You just can't. If you do…I don't know what I'd do!"

"Okay, okay!" Fungus nodded, "I won't tell!"

"Thank you!" I hugged him tight. I let him go.

"I-I-I h-have to g-go," Fungus murmured, "W-work t-t-things out." He got up, and left.

"Hugo. Go to bed."

"But it's only-,"

"Hugo!"

"Yes, Ma'am," Hugo sighed.

Hugo went to my room, and Randall stood next to me. "You like me, hm?"

"Shut up, Randall," I growled.

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