Boom boom

Boom boom

Boom boom went the steady beat of a heart yearning for him. Waiting patiently for the warmth of happiness from him. The heart that beat only for HIM. HIM and him alone.

"Ugh...it's so hard to work now a day," Benson muttered angrily to himself. "How can I work with this?" Benson just sighed once again and turned around his chair to look out the large window and out towards the lawn where 'he' was mowing the lawn. Benson sighed, feeling a little less stressed as he looked upon his secret love with a longing gaze. "If only he loved me back." It was almost impossible for Benson to work whenever he saw his coworker. A certain bluejay in fact.

It was none other than Mordecai himself, who was in fact, Benson's secret love. After about a year of Mordecai's employment was when Benson had begun to develop one helluva crush on him. Benson found he began to treat Mordecai better. Rarely would he ever yell at Mordecai, but he yelled at Rigby about once a day. After another five months, Benson had fallen helplessly in love with Mordecai. Whenever Benson was around him, his heartbeat increased, he stuttered a little, and he could not look away from him. Benson had always been attracted to Mordecai, but what had hooked him anyway? Maybe it was Mordecai's personality? His looks? Benson truely didn't know, but somehow, he believed it was the eyes. A beatiful shade of sky blue which had always been defined by Mordecai's already light royal blue feathers. Benson had always blushed when he looked into Mordecai's eyes, but thankfully it didn't show.

Benson blushed as he looked upon Mordecai's sweating form as he lay the lawn mower down and sat in the shade of a tree. Mordecai sat in the shade and thought about how to handle his feelings for the certain someone he loved. Mordecai looked up through the large window that Benson was using to watch him. Their eyes had met. Both coworkers blushed hard.

Benson violently swiveled around his chair, nearly falling out and landing on his head. Mordecai quickly jumped up and sprinted back to the lawn mower and picked up his work once again, afraid of being lectured again for slacking. But the funny thing is, Benson hasn't lectured him in over three months. Something was up. But wait, the way he reacted. Eh, maybe he realized he was getting off course of his work and had to get back to it. Mordecai just shook his head. Something was up with Benson. He was normal around everyone...everyone but him. What did Mordecai do?

Benson was just too emberrassed to think, it was like his mind shut off and refused to turn back on. His heart beat faster, it almost felt like he ran a marathon. Wait, no, correction, like he SPRINTED a marathon. He felt his heart hammering in his chest, but thankfully he had no pain in his lungs like he would if he actually had sprinted a marathon. But he found himself out of breath.

'Breathtaking...' was all Benson could think. He looked down at his work and stared at it for a while. "AUGH! GODDAMMIT!" Benson growled bitterly as he hit his head on the paperwork. "Is there paperwork for every single freaking thing in the park? Fuuuuuuuu paperwork, why can you just dissapear?" Benson muttered against his desk. Or rather, Maellard's desk whenever he was here. Benson sighed and wondered why can't he fall in love and not think about it during his job. This was screwing him up indefinately. It was sort of a love-hate kind of thing he felt right now. He loved the feeling of being in love, but he hated how it kept him from working. He loved that he worked with Mordecai, but he hated how he reacted to seeing him. There was just too much to love to hate though...

But while Benson was sorting out his thoughts and/or paperwork, Mordecai was still thinking about his own. 'Would he fire me if I told him? Would he be disgusted? What would R-' "Mordecai! Hey Mordecai! C'mon dude, you're stuck in the roots." Mordecai gasped and quickly moved the lawn mower before it broke. "Dude, something's up with you. What's going on?" "You wouldn't understand dude..." "Course I would! You're my bro, I would understand." "It's emberassing dude." "What you got a period or something? Boner? C'mon tell me!" "Fine, but I'm only going to tell you once. I-I'm...in love." "Dude! Haha, I totally knew it!" "How?" "Easy, reactions. So, I think I already know who it is. Why don't you just tell that person how you feel and just hope to God that person feels the same way." "Dude, it-" "C'mon dude! I'll take you to the coffee shop and you can tell her!" "No dude."

Mordecai was already emberrassed, but of course Rigby would naturally assume it was Margret. But hey, you know assuming makes an ass out of you. Mordecai sniggered while he imagined Rigby with the head of a donkey, and surprisingly, it wasn't hard to imagine.

Back up in 'Benson's' office, he was just randomly writing on the paperwork and hoped he was writing the right thing. After a few minutes of this, Benson looked down at his progress. Benson's jaw dropped and he almost screamed. Benson had drawn him and Mordecai kissing without even looking. This was so frustrating! Benson picked up the eraser to a leadless pencil and attempted to erase it, but it wouldn't come off. "Crap!" Benson cried as he rubbed the eraser on the paper harder. After a minute or so of this, Benson finally remembered that he was writing in pen. Benson was a little nervous. Mainly because he had to turn in that paper and people would see it. Benson whited it out and made a copy that looked almost like the origional, thankfully. Benson sighed with relief and finished up the paperwork. All of it was done and there was no more work needed to be done, so...what would he do now?

Benson just decided that he would simply check up on his coworkers and see their progress. Benson went downstairs to get some coffee but heard the sound of video games being played. Benson looked toward the T.V and saw Mordecai playin this strange game with zombies in it. Benson stepped on a creaky board and Mordecai turned to face him. "Oh, h-hey Benson. I uh..." "It's alright I guess," Benson murmered trying to keep from looking at his eyes. "Hey Benson, want to play with me?" Mordecai asked, waving a spare controller in the air. "It's two player."

"I...uh, mmm...not that good at video games..." Benson looked down in emberrassment. He hated turning down Mordecai on these kinds of things, but he didn't want to emberrass himself by ultimately failing at video games. Especially in front of Mordecai. "That's okay," Mordecai chirped. Benson smiled and frowned lightly. "But I-" "I know, first timers aren't usually that good. It took me a while to get good at it." "I-" "Dude. C'mon it's supposed to be fun." Mordecai argued playfully.

Benson finally gave in and sat beside Mordecai. Somehow it seemed he was too close to Mordecai, his face was starting to go red. Mordecai smiled and asked if he was alright with seeing zombies. Benson nodded. Mordecai explained the controls looking at the controller, giving Benson an oppertunity to look at Mordecai's handsome eyes. Benson almost sighed in pure awe. But he wanted to know the controls so he knew what he was doing.

Mordecai smiled and finished up in time to catch Benson staring into his eyes. 'Crap' Benson's thoughts screamed as he quickly looke away. Mordecai shrugged it off and pressed start.

Mordecai smiled as the game ended and commented about how good Benson was on his first try. Benson blushed naturally and didn't want to brag but he did do pretty well. Mordecai turned off the game. "I think we ought to get back to work..." Mordecai sighed dissapointed. "Huh? Why? I don't have anymore work." "But I do." "I can let you take a longer break." Benson truly wanted to hang out with Mordecai. Maybe he would be able to figure out if Mordecai likes him at all. "I-...guess I can take a LITTLE bit of a longer break. Okay, but what should we do?"

Benson hadn't thought that far, he was just worried about being able to at least be around Mordecai. Now was the time to be emberrassed. "Well...we could...take a walk. Maybe we could find something. "Um...sure, okay." Modecai smiled. They both got up and walked out the door. "Wait," Mordecai said quickly running into the garage and bringing back an umbrella. "What's this for?" Benson asked, looking curiously at the umbrella. "It's supposed to rain soon, if we got caught in it we'd be prepared." "Good idea."

Benson sucked in a bunch of air as he accidentally brushed against Mordecai's feathers. He blushed furiously. This was too maddening, Mordecai had to know. Benson had to know. Benson was going to tell Mordecai how he felt. Benson only prayed to God that Mordecai felt at least a crush on him. Benson gulped and stepped off the stairs. The duo began their walk.

'He has to know.'