The clock blares its formidable alarm. Mordecai smashes his wing on the off button and gets ready for his day. The 17-year-old blue jay pulls on his black jeans, white shirt and flannel. He goes into the bathroom and combs his unruly brown locks. He goes downstairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, and grabs breakfast; a granola bar. He hops in his car and goes to pick up Rigby.
Mordecai pulls up to Rigby's house and the raccoon climbs into his car and they drove towards the school.
"Morning dude" said Rigby.
"Hey" replied the tired bluejay.
"I am so boned for that project in Mr. Johnson's class today.." lamented Rigby.
"Seriously? You literally just had to color in a map. The last time I had a project like that we were in 7th grade." said Mordecai.
"Well I'm bad at geography! I just wish I had some kind of super brain that could just tell me where anything is." exclaimed Rigby.
"And I just wish I could write amazing lyrics, but we can't always get what we want now can we?" said Mordecai.
"Speaking of which, do you still wanna start that band? Because I'm still down." said Rigby.
"Of course you are, Mr. 'I've been playing guitar since I could walk and I still haven't joined a band' !" laughed Mordecai.
"Dude I'm serious!" Rigby began, "We could really make some good sounding shit! And your sister is a wicked drummer!"
"I'll give you that. She basically turned our basement into a practice space. She soundproofed the whole basement with egg cartons and stuff." said Mordecai.
"So why not give it a shot, huh?" said Rigby as they pulled it into the school.
"I'm still on the fence about it. Besides, who would even come watch us play? We're not exactly part of the in crowd." said Mordecai. The two teenagers parked the car and walked into the school.
"Yeah, so people pick on us a little, so what?" said Rigby as they walked up to their lockers.
"A little? Dude people bully the shit out of us! Look!" said Mordecai as he pulled a note stuck to his locker that said 'faggot bitch'. "This isn't even the first time this has happened this week."
"Yeah well, homophobic slurs aren't gonna discourage the Rig-bone." said Rigby, smugly. "All we need are a bass player and maybe a rhythm guitarist! Our band would be so lit!"
Just then, a familiar weasel and ostrich walked up. "Did we just hear you two jagoffs are starting a band?" snorted the weasel. Mordecai rubbed his temples.
"Hey Chad. Hey Jeremy. We aren't actually-"
"We are SO starting a band, as a matter of fact!" budded in Rigby. Mordecai shot him a death glare. Chad laughed.
"Oh please! Rigby, you play guitar like 3 year old without fingers."
"I could shred circles around you, Chad!" rebutted Rigby.
"Do you even play anything, Mordecai?" asked Jeremy.
"I sing, for your information." said the bluejay with his eyes crossed. Chad and Jeremy laughed.
"You? Sing? That's rich! Tell you what- the Seniors are gonna throw a huge tailgate before the big game at the end of the month, and they're gonna have a live band. Let's make it a competition. If our band gets a better crowd reaction, then we get to shave your heads. If by some chance you win, you can shave our heads." said Chad. Mordecai opened his mouth to reply when Rigby interrupted him a second time.
"You better have that shaving cream ready! Because you're gonna look like Lex Luthor!" exclaimed Rigby.
"Hmm. Hmm. See you guys in a month then." said Jeremy as the two walked away.
In case you couldn't already tell this is a slight AU. Rigby plays guitar really well, Mordecai has a younger sister obsessed with drumming, and yeah. Rock and roll. Lemme know what you think.
