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Mordecai woke up in his daily routine. Every morning, he sneak out of bed around six and sneakily heads downstairs to the Living room. Lucky, Rigby, his roommate, was a heavy sleeper. Even if he was looking uncomfortable sleeping on garbage and unwashed laundry since who knows when.

The whole house was quite, like every other morning. Mordecai swiftly made it to the living room, quickly turned it on the television as he turned down the volume in low key. He then change the channel to the News channel. As he did so, the first thing he see's was a familiar robin on the television screen. He smiled at her as she did her broadcast in her regular routine. Mordecai could not help himself smile as he listen to her lovely voice.

"Dude you are still not over her?" Rigby blared out behind Mordecai.

Mordecai jump up from the coach and screamed. "Dude, uncool man, uncool," he growled, "And I am over her," he denied, with a hint of his voice cracked a little, "I'm just watching her for support and as a friend,"

Rigby laugh, "What ever man," he rolled his eyes, "You know it's true and it needs to stop," he said seriously, "You and Margaret have both moved on and are both with someone else," he pointed out.

The blue jaybird frowned at the true facts that. Margaret and him had really both moved on. She was with that handsome news anchor, Del Hanlon, while Mordecai was with amazing girl, C.J., that he would not want to lose in the world. She was perfect for him. She love his quirky ways and hobbies, understands him better than Rigby, his best friend, could or ever will, and most of all, she's always there for him. Margaret, on the other hand, left him to follow her dreams. Never once calling him, checking on him, or even letting him visit her when she was away. There was a time he almost did go see her, just to return her sweater. Then he changed his mind when he saw her happy with her new friends, while he was suffering from depression after she dump him.

Rigby yawn, "I'm going back to bed now," he starts to head up the stairs, back to their room, "And I mean it Mordecai, forget about Margaret, she's no good for. All she does is bring out Depress Mordecai and I don't want to go throw that again. Ever,"

Then the raccoon was gone with a flick of his tail, leave Mordecai and the television alone.

Writer Snow: Uhm bite down on the edge of my pencil

Rigby: What are you doing Snow?

Writer Snow: Eep Oh it's just you Rigs breath in relief Nothing really, Just... writing a story... look away and looked down what I written

Rigby: What kind of story? he smirked, with an eye brow raise and looked over at the paper

Writer Snow: N-n-n-nothing cover the paper it's just something I thought of that's all

Rigby: Let me see he tries to take the paper from me

Writer Snow: Nooooooo I pull the paper out of his reach and run for it

Rigby: Hey, get back here and let me read it

Writer Snow: It's not good I cry and locked myself in the computer room