Author's Note: This story has been in my mind for a year. I'm really crazy about ThomasxBenson and seeing as I am kind of the only one who is...I hope you enjoy my story.
Summary: Thomas isn't sure how to feel when he is hired for an internship at a park. With not much of a choice, he accepts and starts working right away. However, things don't go as planned. For one, he did not expect to be doing more work than the two slackers always playing games on the couch, and secondly, he did not expect to fall hard for his depressed and somewhat mysterious boss, Benson.
Warnings: Cursing, Past Abuse, AU, and they're not animals and stuff...they're people. MalexMale
Parings: Past BensonxMordecai, BensonxThomas
Hi, my name is Thomas and whoever said that the life of a college student was easy and breezy, I'd like to shoot them in the head because that is not the case! I guess as far as rank goes, it's nothing like high school was...even though I was on the bottom, those were my glory years. I figured out some more about myself, figured out who my real friends were and who they weren't. Lastly, I think I figured out the most important about myself, at least in terms of my, well um...sexuality.I was bisexual and all in all, being a teenage boy in a high school full of idiots, that discovery had its downsides. To make matters worse it was a highly Catholic High school.
Maybe that's why I was so happy to leave, my friends encouraged me not to be ashamed of it. I still graduated top of my class, or at least in the first five rank. Presently, I'm in college majoring in biochemistry, and as of graduation my life was going fine. School was going great, my mom was proud of me. I finished most of my work on time so I could hang out with my friends on weekends but then our Public Relations Professor had an idea for some easy credits. Internship, take your old Catholic School Service hours and turn it into something much more permanent.
I was and still am a biochemistry student! Where was I going to find any stupid job having to do with biochemistry? And then both my mom and that dumb professor had an idea. "You should work at a park!" My mom told me, and I was taught to never say no to her. The first park that was offered to me, I took it, the job of course. My boss, or manager was some sappy eyed, sleepy looking depressed man named Benson. I didn't really care about him that much, at the time. Mainly because shortly after he hired me, some weird stuff started happening at the Park, I mean weird. Though I'm not going to go into detail , I'd really like to say that you'd have to be there to believe it.
Other than that, the job had been going great. In the process of it all, I lost my car and I guess made some friends. To my luck, being Bisexual wasn't a problem, until I suddenly grew a very strange but passionate attraction to the man I absolutely felt nothing for beforehand, and that happened to by my boss, Benson who had some psychological and family problems of his own. My school friends knew this, three of them to be exact...but the people at the Park didn't, and I really wanted it to stay that way. The same way I wanted to get internship in the area of biochemistry, the same way I didn't want to get internship at all. It's kind of silly, how that all works out isn't it.
"Dude, I'm running fifteen minutes late, can you drive a little faster?"
"Will you pay for my ticket then, no? Didn't think so. Hey, I'm not the one who got my car totaled." My friend, my idiot friend Isaac was a very safe driver. He didn't drive a mile above the speed limit and regretfully, he was making me late. That day was especially important because I had a one on one conversation with my boss, Benson. The meeting was scheduled for four thirty, it was now four forty five and we were nowhere near the park.
"Thomas, if you're majoring in biochemistry...why are you working at a park? I mean, I've got internship working at the Facility of biochemical products. I'm an intern to a lady named...Ms. Adome...she's not married_" "What!? They told me I had to work at a stupid park!" My outburst almost caused Isaac to swerve off of the road.
"Shut up! We're almost there...you're making me nervous. Dude, if you don't get your car fixed_I'm going to be late for work myself."
"Look, we're almost there!" I yelled, letting down the window and pointing. "Maybe you can drop me off and I could make it by foot."
"No way, we'll have to wait to get to the light to do stuff like that. Besides, we'll get there faster if I drive you."
With a sigh and a grunt, I leaned the seat back and popped my feet up on the dashboard. Isaac yelled at me for five minutes straight. I did absolutely nothing, I was pissed he was pissed and I'd be lucky to still have my job.
Mr. Maellard was not the man to be played with, nor was he to be lied to. Sadly, Benson figured this out the hard way. Not that he meant to lie about it, "it" being his Intern showing up on time or early. At least, he could've been five minutes late but no...he had to be thirty.
"So..." The man tapped on his desk. "This is what my son has to deal with?"
Benson remained silent for a while, avoiding Mr. Maellard's glance. The older man continued to bang his fingers on the table, and sooner or later, he was banging fists of rage. "Where is he?"
"He should've been here twenty minutes ago!" Benson ran his fingers through his black hair. "I'm sorry sir."
"It's fine, we'll just have to take it out of your paycheck." Mr. Maellard snickered. "It'll teach you to screw my son over."
"Mr. Maellard, wait..." To his dismay the old man was starting to stand. "Please, I really need that_" "I can take your job away, is that what you want?"
And Benson was silent then, he only shook his head. "No sir."
"Good, well I'll be leaving and_"
The door burst open nearly hitting Mr. Maellard in the head. Suddenly a boy emerged into the room. He was nearly tripping over himself.
"I'm here!" He croaked. "Sorry I'm late..." His blond hair was cloaked in sweat.
I made it just, in time. I was pretty happy since it looked like the old man was about to leave. I was guessing that they were waiting to conference with me.
"Are you Thomas?" The Old man said, and he was heading back to his seat.
"Yeah, I am...you must be, Mr. Benson?" I stood and itched my head.
"No, I am Mr. Maellard. That over there," He pointed. "Is Benson. He is your manager."
"Oh..." I replied with a somber voice. Benson, looked like he could have had better days. For instance, he looked tired. His hair was all thick and black, I could have sworn there were some greys. His eyes were dark, with bags underneath them and he had a five o'clock shadow forming. I had no idea what his age was at the time. His facial features were tricky and that confused me more than anything.
When the old man, Mr. Maellard had left, Benson cleared his throat and looked at him. "So, you're Thomas."
His voice confused me. It was youthful, but I still wasn't that sure. "Yeah...hey, sorry I'm late. I had trouble_" "You nearly caused me my job and a good chunk of my paycheck."
I was contemplating on whether or not to sit down, but after he spoke I decided to stand. "Sorry."
"No save it. I really don't have time for screw ups like you," He rummaged in his desk and pulled out a packet. "Since I don't feel like telling you what to do, you should read the handbook." He stood up and handed it to me.
Benson made way to the door. "And I'm not gonna put up with that late bullshit anymore, okay?"
I nodded, feeling like an idiot.
Within seconds, Benson left me there by myself, and I stood there for a long time.
Ten minutes went by and I forced myself to leave that office in a hurry. I then ran to the sofa, sat, opened my hand book and read.
The pages had small text on them as if someone didn't want to waste paper so the squeezed every thing on whatever page they could get. However, the stupid book was like a thousand pages long.
Groaning and stretching, I braced myself for a long afternoon.
I started to read, but something hit me in the back of the head, hard. Or someone.
When I turned around, I heard snickering, but saw no one. So once again, I opened the big book and began to read.
And again, I was hit in the back of the head.
I stood up, in fury and saw a dude, a bit older than me hiding behind the couch, laughing.
He was tan skinned with dark brown hair, and he had bags around his eyes. He wore a red shirt and some blue jeans.
"You fell for it, newbie!" The guy said, snickering.
"What? Are you in high school, lay off you ass hole. I've got some work to do, if I want this job." I sat down and continued to read, the other guy sat next to me.
"Name's Rigby." He blurted out.
"I'm Thomas." I replied, reading.
"Thomas, what a funny name! That reminds me of a goat. Thomas the Goat!" He laughed.
I became angered a bit and shoved him. "And you look like a raccoon. You're name is funny also."
"I get that a lot. You don't look like a goat though...well...no." Rigby smiled. "And lay loose, you're gonna get the job anyway. Intern. Here, have a chip."
He passed me a bag out of no where, but I began to eat and instantly, I felt better. I also became comfortable.
"Your boss hates me."
Rigby held back laughter before he spoke. "He hates everyone! You'll have to get used to his constant shouting...but lighten up kid."
"I'll try, I just need this job."
"Let me guess, saving up for something huge?" Rigby nudged my shoulder.
"Yeah...out of state, out of country...University." I admitted and he laughed.
"Good dream kid, stick to it and you'll reach it. I can tell you're gonna be something or someone, but you've gotta get out of here first."
"Yeah..." I replied. "Sure do."
"Well, you do that. If you don't mind, I'm gonna turn on the TV. You don't mind, do you?"
"Nah."
Eight o'clock came and I hadn't even gotten past the second chapter. I was distracted by Rigby and the Television. Sighing I stretched, and rose from the couch. I clutched the book to by side and began to walk towards the door.
I didn't think Benson would mind if I "borrowed", the book so I decided to take it with me.
When I reached the porch, I took my phone out and began to text my friends to pick me up.
"Hey." There was a soft voice from behind me. I turned around and saw Benson in the door way.
Oh Shit. I thought to myself, realizing I had the book in plain sight.
"It's okay, you can keep it. I had no use for it anyway. You don't need to read that to get the job."
"Seriously?" Benson then walked up to the side of me and looked ahead at the park.
"I'm sorry, for being an ass earlier." He said.
"No it's fine, I didn't need to be late." My phone buzzed, but I ignored it.
"No it's not. Listen, I'll try to be nicer...I was having a bad day." He smiled at me, and I could tell it was genuine. At that moment, my phone buzzed again. Benson looked down. "You're occupied I see...I won't keep you then. See you tomorrow afternoon, four thirty sharp."
He didn't give me a chance to say goodbye, he just left and his black hair was blowing in the night breeze behind him. It brought a smile to myself.
Sighing, I dug in my pocket to retrieve my buzzing phone. Rolling my eyes, I read the text.
"In a fender bender, I'll be about three hours late."
"Ugh!" I yelled. "What idiots!"
So I really hope you liked it. I was a bit nervous about posting it, but here it is! Please review!
And I do not own Regular Show.