Please note this was started before it was revealed that Margaret and Del were not really a couple. I also Intend to somehow incorporate that into the story itself. Sorry for any confusion :)

Margaret's POV

The air between us was buzzing with an almost electrical energy. I looked deeply into the Blue Jay's familiar eyes and felt his soft feathered wing wrap around my shoulder in a comforting manner. The sun was setting in the distance, causing the sky to be painted with a variety of deep reds, burnt oranges and fading yellows. In that exact moment, all my worries had disintegrated and my mind was finally at peace. Everything was perfect. "I love you, Mordecai." I whispered softly, and when the words tumbled out from my beak I truly meant it. He kissed me gently and I could feel him smiling as he did so. "I love you too, Mar-"

"Margaret! The coffee's ready!" I snapped out of my deep sleep with a jolt. "What time is it even?" I checked the clock on my phone, muttering to myself. Quarter to seven in the morning. I always thought I was a morning person, but compared to Eileen I was easily the laziest creature on the planet. "Maaargaret, did you hear me? I was just letting you know that –Oh!" Eileen wandered into my messier-than-usual room and seemed genuinely surprised to see that I was still in bed.

"Eileen, look, I know you always say that 'the early bird catches the worm', and I get the pun, honestly I do, but couldn't you let me sleep in just one day of the week? Eight o'clock is actually still considered an early waking-hour for most, you know." The tan mole merely blinked at me in surprise and then burst out laughing. "In all seriousness, when was the last time I actually used that figure of speech? Besides, don't you have an interview to prepare for today? Not to mention a breakfast date with Del," Eileen raised one of her eyebrows upon mentioning Del, as she always did. Part of me regretted telling her my agenda for today, and a wave of guilt washed over me when I heard Del's name, reminding me of the dream I'd just woken up from.

"Thank you for taking all that into consideration, but I'm only meeting up with him at nine and the interview starts at half past ten. I'd still appreciate that hot cup of coffee that you woke me up for though." I ran a hand through my tousled red feather-hair and smiled charmingly at Eileen. "It's waiting downstairs, and I'm definitely not in the mood to come all the way back up here, so..." The short mole beamed deviously at me and scampered out of my room, closing the door behind her as if she was signalling that I should either get up now or have my coffee cold. I collapsed back onto my soft pillow with a sigh.

That had been the third Mordecai-related dream I'd had this week. I thought I was over him, I mean, I know I am but at the same time I just can't get him off of my mind. Mordecai was in a relationship with CJ now, and although I was immensely happy for him I still felt that bitter pang of jealousy whenever I thought about the two of them together. Or even the two of us together.

Del is a great guy. He's got an amazing personality and he is quite a pleasure to look at, with his strawberry-tinged blonde hair, dead-straight teeth and welcoming, friendly smile. We haven't been dating for very long but when I'm in his company, it feels like nobody else really matters. So why was I still dreaming about Mordecai and reminiscing about old times and moments we'd spent together, when they were long-since in the past?

I closed my eyes and sighed again, before reluctantly getting out of bed, putting on my favourite 'First Pump' CD and reaching for a clean shirt and a fresh pair of jeans in my cupboard. The nice thing about waking up early on a weekend is that I get to spend more time with Eileen, even if she uses about ninety percent of it to gush about how her relationship with Rigby is slowly progressing. I genuinely found it cute and entertaining to listen to though, so I honestly didn't mind in the slightest. Truthfully, I could see how they were gradually getting more comfortable with each other and the fact that Mordecai was teasing Rigby about it more than usual was a clear indicator that he knew something was up.

Mordecai.

I shook my head quickly, trying my best to keep any thoughts of the tall, friendly Jay out of my mind. Why was it all proving to be so difficult? Why did I still feel a deeper connection and a more intense spark with him than with Del? How could I change it? I hurriedly made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, thinking that a conversation with Eileen would help clear my head. Besides, I am happy. I have Del in my life; someone who makes me laugh genuinely, gently traces patterns on my hand as he holds it, encourages me to excel in everything I do and always keeps his promises. I am happy. I repeated it in my mind. I just wasn't fully convinced yet.

Mordecai's POV

"Hey dude," I greeted Rigby as he trudged into the kitchen, his eyes still weighted with sleep. "Whaa? Mordecai, why are you awake?" He blinked at me with his black-rimmed eyes as if he thought I was just a figment of his imagination. "It's seven, Benson said he needed us to start work early today." I took a big gulp of my coffee after answering him. "He said he'd give me the keys for the cart so I could pick some stuff up for the park." "What stuff? Why didn't you tell me about it and why are we working on a Saturday? Man, Saturday and Sunday are meant to be our days off! What time do we even start?" Rigby muttered more incoherent questions to himself while preparing a bowl of cereal.

"Dude, I know, that's why I didn't tell you. We only start at eight anyway; I would've let you sleep in." I looked at the raccoon that was literally half my height as he shot me a cold glare with milk dribbling down his chin. "Um, Rigby, you've got a little something…" I rubbed my own chin as an indicator and saw Rigby's eyes narrow even further. "Stop talking!"

I got up, chuckling, and started walking towards the sink to wash out my mug. "Hey, do you think CJ will be able to make dinner and a movie tonight or is it too short-notice?" I asked Rigby, who groaned and made a slight gagging noise. "Look, I'm sorry-not-sorry, but I am not actually all that interested in your love life," Rigby said as he slipped his dirty bowl into my hand and looked at me expectantly. "You owe me this much for waking me up at a ridiculous hour. On a weekend."

I watched my roommate begrudgingly leave the kitchen, presumably on his way back to our room so he could sleep more. He was always so lazy. I took out my phone to type CJ a quick text, asking if she was busy later today. I doubted that she would be awake, but it was worth a shot.

After pressing 'send', I walked into the living room, looking for the VHS tape we rented last night. It didn't have to be returned until tomorrow afternoon, but since the situation we had with 'The Best VHS in the World', I wasn't taking any chances.

That was the weird thing about working at the park. Before this job, my life was about as regular as hearing rain in winter. After Benson hired Rigby and me, we crossed paths with so many interesting people and creatures, almost died on countless occasions and we've had so many experiences that most people would not even be able to dream of. It was never an 'ordinary day' when you worked here, and a small, secretive part of me loved not knowing what was going to happen next.

My phone beeped quickly, letting me know that I'd received a text. I wonder if it's CJ, I smile to myself. I was a bit let-down when I realised it was just another spam message. I'd been receiving way too many of them lately; instead of it being an every-two-months kinda deal, they were starting to become a daily occurrence. "Man, I really need to get this phone fixed." I mumble to myself while making my way gradually upstairs and into my shared room.

I wasn't surprised to see Rigby lying in the shape of who-knows-what on his trampoline, sleeping blissfully. I look at him for a short while before pulling open the curtains. "Ugh! What the heck, man!" The raccoon's eyes immediately shoot open and he stares dully at me. "Sorry Rigby, did I interrupt the dream you were having about Eileen?" I grin as I watch my friend squirm, his cheeks growing red. "Shut up! Can't you go pick on Muscle Man or something?" He frowned at me. I laughed at his suggestion.

"I was actually wondering if you wanted to join me and CJ tonight, Eileen can come too. I thought we could have a movie night and order some pizza, you know, like old times?" "Man that's actually a cool idea; hey, we could even go to Eileen's place! She does have that awesome flat screen TV now," I contemplate this for a bit. "Sounds good, but what about Margaret? Isn't she living with Eileen now? I mean, I'll think about it but the park seems to be our best option." As soon as I finished speaking, I hear Pops calling me from his room. "Gotta go, dude. I think Pops wants some tea or something." I close the door behind me and start walking down the passage. I'll just sort out tonight's plans later on.

I'm not sure about the different perspectives yet, I might stop alternating or only alternate every few chapters later on but I'm going to continue with it for now.

I hope you enjoyed chapter one, please leave a review letting me know what you think. Thank youu ^_^