It was another day at the park. The sun was beating down upon the park employees as Benson read off the daily chores everyone was assigned.
"…and Mordecai and Rigby. You two are gonna mow the park lawn."
"Aw what? Why do we always get the shitty jobs?" Mordecai questioned.
"Yeah Benson, we always gotta mow the stupid lawn. Why can't we just run the snack bar like Muscle Man and Fives?" Rigby followed up.
"Because you two are a bunch of lazy-ass slackers that can't get anything done. Now do your jobs or you're both fired!" He replied angrily, his face turning red.
The duo hurried off before Benson actually fired them.
"This is some bullshit Mordy. Why can't we run the snack bar like Muscle Man and Fives? They are just as lazy as us anyways." Rigby complained with his arms crossed.
"Hold up, did you just call me Mordy?" Mordecai questioned his raccoon friend.
Rigby blushed "What? No. I called you Mordo. You must be hearing things dude." He said a bit too quickly. Shit! It must've slipped out!
"You sure dude?" Mordecai asked with a raised brow.
"We gotta do our job or we're gonna be fired" Rigby said changing the subject. He hurried his pace to the shed where the mowers were stored.
Mordecai shrugged and followed him. I kinda liked it when he called me Mordy. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? I'm supposed to like Margaret, not my best friend!
Once they got the mowers out Mordecai turned to Rigby with a smirk.
"Hey Rigby, first one to cut the most grass wins. Loser has to buy coffee later." He challenged.
"You're on." He replied with a grin, and started to push the mower.
After a bit, Rigby looked over to Mordecai to see how he was doing.
I knew he'd win. Now I have an excuse to watch him while he works. Rigby watched the tall blue jay at work, the sweat dripping from his exhausted body, his muscles showing while he was at work.
As Mordecai worked he noticed that Rigby had slowed down and was staring at him. He looked like he was thinking. Wonder what he's thinking of.
He was obviously thinking of Mordecai "Oh Mordecai, can't you see that Margaret's not the one for you? That the one that really loves you has been by your side for as long as you can remember?" Rigby thought aloud, staring off into the distance.
"What was that dude?" Mordecai asked. He had stopped mowing to get a drink, so he faintly heard Rigby talking to himself.
Rigby snapped out of his daze and look back with a light blush across his face. "Uh, nothing. Just saying how you've obviously done more than I have." He lied. But it was true, as Mordecai was the clear victor.
Mordecai walked over to him with a look on his face. "Come on dude. I'm not that stupid. What's up? You've been acting strange all day."
"It's nothing! Just get off my back. Jeez." Rigby replies in frustration.
"Ok dude, fine. Let's just go to the coffee shop." Mordecai replies, slightly saddened by Rigby's outburst. Rigby then feels slightly guilty for going off on him like that.
They stow away the mowers and hop into the golf cart.
"Better make sure you got your money dude, don't wanna be a sore loser." Mordecai says to his raccoon companion jokingly.
A smile tugs at Rigby's mouth at the avian's comment. At least he isn't still upset about it
"Yeah yeah, I made sure" He replies
"Let's go." Mordecai says, putting the keys in the ignition. His arm brushes against Rigby's thigh, and notices him suck in a breath. Did he just…Nevermind. He started the cart and started driving, occasionally peeking at Rigby through the corner of his vision, sometimes catching him peeking back. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He's like a brother to me. I can't like him. He's too immature, and lazy, and small, and adorable, and he looks cute when he sleeps… What the fuck am I saying? There's no way he likes me anyways, he's straight. Mordecai's mind was filled with these thoughts as they parked and walked into the coffee shop only to be greeted by Margaret.
"Hey Mordy. Hey Rigby" She greeted the duo
"H-hey, Margaret" Mordecai replied sheepishly. He noticed she also called him 'Mordy' just like Rigby did earlier. But it just doesn't sound the same coming from her.
"Hey" Rigby said flatly. Here he goes again, stuttering like he doesn't know how to speak. Why can't she stop trying to get Mordecai to notice her? Why can't he realize I'm the one who actually cares about him? She can't take away my Mordy.
They sit down at the table by the hanging television, with the local news channel on.
"Anything you boys wanna order?" Margaret asks with her pen and pad out.
"The usual. Two coffees." Rigby says, not looking away from the screen.
"Coming right up" Margaret replies and walks to the back behind the counter.
After a few minutes, she returned with two cups of coffee.
"here you two are. That'll be $4.98" She said.
Rigby pulls out a five and leaves it on the table.
Margaret picks it up when Mordecai speaks up
"H-hey, Margaret, I was wIt was another day at the park. The sun was beating down upon the park employees as Benson read off the daily chores everyone was assigned.
"…and Mordecai and Rigby. You two are gonna mow the park lawn."
"Aw what? Why do we always get the shitty jobs?" Mordecai questioned.
"Yeah Benson, we always gotta mow the stupid lawn. Why can't we just run the snack bar like Muscle Man and Fives?" Rigby followed up.
"Because you two are a bunch of lazy-ass slackers that can't get anything done. Now do your jobs or you're both fired!" He replied angrily, his face turning red.
The duo hurried off before Benson actually fired them.
"This is some bullshit Mordy. Why can't we run the snack bar like Muscle Man and Fives? They are just as lazy as us anyways." Rigby complained with his arms crossed.
"Hold up, did you just call me Mordy?" Mordecai questioned his raccoon friend.
Rigby blushed "What? No. I called you Mordo. You must be hearing things dude." He said a bit too quickly. Shit! It must've slipped out!
"You sure dude?" Mordecai asked with a raised brow.
"We gotta do our job or we're gonna be fired" Rigby said changing the subject. He hurried his pace to the shed where the mowers were stored.
Mordecai shrugged and followed him. I kinda liked it when he called me Mordy. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? I'm supposed to like Margaret, not my best friend!
Once they got the mowers out Mordecai turned to Rigby with a smirk.
"Hey Rigby, first one to cut the most grass wins. Loser has to buy coffee later." He challenged.
"You're on." He replied with a grin, and started to push the mower.
After a bit, Rigby looked over to Mordecai to see how he was doing.
I knew he'd win. Now I have an excuse to watch him while he works. Rigby watched the tall blue jay at work, the sweat dripping from his exhausted body, his muscles showing while he was at work.
As Mordecai worked he noticed that Rigby had slowed down and was staring at him. He looked like he was thinking. Wonder what he's thinking of.
He was obviously thinking of Mordecai "Oh Mordecai, can't you see that Margaret's not the one for you? That the one that really loves you has been by your side for as long as you can remember?" Rigby thought aloud, staring off into the distance.
"What was that dude?" Mordecai asked. He had stopped mowing to get a drink, so he faintly heard Rigby talking to himself.
Rigby snapped out of his daze and look back with a light blush across his face. "Uh, nothing. Just saying how you've obviously done more than I have." He lied. But it was true, as Mordecai was the clear victor.
Mordecai walked over to him with a look on his face. "Come on dude. I'm not that stupid. What's up? You've been acting strange all day."
"It's nothing! Just get off my back. Jeez." Rigby replies in frustration.
"Ok dude, fine. Let's just go to the coffee shop." Mordecai replies, slightly saddened by Rigby's outburst. Rigby then feels slightly guilty for going off on him like that.
They stow away the mowers and hop into the golf cart.
"Better make sure you got your money dude, don't wanna be a sore loser." Mordecai says to his raccoon companion jokingly.
A smile tugs at Rigby's mouth at the avian's comment. At least he isn't still upset about it
"Yeah yeah, I made sure" He replies
"Let's go." Mordecai says, putting the keys in the ignition. His arm brushes against Rigby's thigh, and notices him suck in a breath. Did he just…Nevermind. He started the cart and started driving, occasionally peeking at Rigby through the corner of his vision, sometimes catching him peeking back. He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. He's like a brother to me. I can't like him. He's too immature, and lazy, and small, and adorable, and he looks cute when he sleeps… What the fuck am I saying? There's no way he likes me anyways, he's straight. Mordecai's mind was filled with these thoughts as they parked and walked into the coffee shop only to be greeted by Margaret.
"Hey Mordy. Hey Rigby" She greeted the duo
"H-hey, Margaret" Mordecai replied sheepishly. He noticed she also called him 'Mordy' just like Rigby did earlier. But it just doesn't sound the same coming from her.
"Hey" Rigby said flatly. Here he goes again, stuttering like he doesn't know how to speak. Why can't she stop trying to get Mordecai to notice her? Why can't he realize I'm the one who actually cares about him? She can't take away my Mordy.
They sit down at the table by the hanging television, with the local news channel on.
"Anything you boys wanna order?" Margaret asks with her pen and pad out.
"The usual. Two coffees." Rigby says, not looking away from the screen.
"Coming right up" Margaret replies and walks to the back behind the counter.
After a few minutes, she returned with two cups of coffee.
"here you two are. That'll be $4.98" She said.
Rigby pulls out a five and leaves it on the table.
Margaret picks it up when Mordecai speaks up
"H-hey, Margaret, I was wondering, if you'd wanna, and you don't have to, maybe you have other plans or…" For fucks sake stop stuttering and spit it out! "I was wondering if you'd wanna hang out later and catch a movie or something?"
"You mean like, a date?" She questions with a grin.
"Uh, uh, um. Yeah…" He replies, his breathes quick.
"Yeah sure, Eileen can come too. Like a double date" She replies.
"Sounds good, pick you up around eight?" Mordecai asked. They both got up and started towards the back, probably where Eileen was.
Just great. Now I'm on a double date with my best friend/crush, and two people I can't stand to be around.
He picked up the pen Margaret had left on the table and started to write on a napkin. He finished his work just as Eileen came over to clean up the table. Rigby stuffed the napkin into his back pocket and turned to face her.
"Hey Rigby, you ready for our double date tonight?" She questioned thoughtfully. She always had a crush on Rigby, though it wasn't too hard to tell.
"Yeah sure whatever Eileen. Look, I gotta go." He replied, and hastily left the coffee shop to meet Mordecai. This date better turn out for the better.