Mordecai and Rigby had a couple trees loaded into the back of the cart and were heading back to the preserved area set for the trees they intended to plant.
"So...", Rigby tried to begin, "are you... just... thinking about her again... or something?"
Mordecai sighed. "Yeah but,... just not in the way I used to."
Rigby squinted a little at the statement. He was clueless to exactly what Mordecai meant. "So what? Is she just not that kind of jaw-dropper she was when you first saw her, dude?"
"Well,...", Mordecai began to smirk, "no. She still is to me, but I became used to the way she stands out a long time ago. It's just that... I actually... care about her, now."
Rigby went dumb at that sentence. "Are you saying that you never cared about her before?"
"No, no! What I mean is... I'm more worried... and concerned about how she's doing then I ever was before."
As the two got out of the cart, Rigby began to frustrate his brain on what Mordecai just said. So, does he feel a need to take advantage of the fact that she feels that way about him? Rigby would not dare ask the question; that would obviously be very offensive. Maybe I can manipulate the question... "Are you sure that you don't just feel this waybecause Margaret admitted she does, now?" Meh... sounded better in my head.
Mordecai immediately rolled his eyes, for he knew Rigby would unwillingly wind up asking a question as such eventually; by now he wonders if Rigby even realizes it when a question is offensive, considering they have become quite redundant. Regardless, Mordecai was thinking about the answer. It's a bad good question...
"Rigby,... I've known her for a very long time. It's certainly not the craziest thing in the world for her to just be... a part of who I am, now."
"Well, I just think it's a miracle I've been able to follow all of this. Heh, it'd give me a headache!"
"And that's kinda what I've got right now.", Mordecai said quite hysterically.
"I don't think Margaret has much to do with it, though."
"It was a pretty awesome movie, dude."
"Ugh! STOP TALKING!"
After planting what were approximately twenty trees, the hours of work and near stroke Mordecai almost had paid off; big burgers were coming their way. Sitting in the shade of the cart was all the two could do. Sadly, at the poor angle the cart was parked, the sun shined down over a quarter of the seat. Mordecai and Rigby fought like wimps to stay out of the burning sunlight. Benson had already told Mordecai that the food was on the way, but as far as he was concerned that was a century ago.
"Doo... doo... dude?", Mordecai stuttered.
"Dada, you called me hoohoo."
"Whaterver, dude I hate this day!"
"I hate the whole workweek, dude."
"Ugh...", they both whined simultaneously.
Suddenly, they could hear rain pitter-pattering the ground somewhere in the distance. Their ears adjusted to and focused on that sound, as it got closer and closer. Smiles began to form on their faces and they anticipated the arrival of sweet precipitation... only to discover it was just the sound of Benson's tires crawling through the gravel road of the park. His long, black, lemon of a car came to a stop, feet from the cart. It may not have been weather, but this was going to be good enough.
"Well, well, well... I see the 'slackers' have been quite out of character today, if ya know what I mean... hehe.", Benson laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, just give us the boogers!", Rigby griped.
"Huhuh, yeah, big boogers.", Mordecai goofed at him.
"Okay... okay... here you go.", the gumball machine replied. "You guys are so immature, I swear!"
"Well," started Mordecai, "if you're swearing, I'd say you don't have to worry about breaking that promise, then."
"Hmm. Hmm.", said the two burger-boys. They ate their lunch like cavemen, with condiments decorating their faces. Benson felt awkward watching them devour their meals, so he just rolled his eyes, got in his car, and drove back to the house.
Mordecai and Rigby were not exactly making mealtime last, but it was not their fault the food was so satisfying; they could barely hold back the hunger.
By the time the BLT's were finished, it was just as hard to continue working as it was before; Mordecai and Rigby were completely stuffed. They had to lie back for a few minutes to overcome their aching stomachs. In that time Rigby attempted to bring back the topic of Mordecai's 'worries' for Margaret.
"So...", Rigby tried to start.
Mordecai knew he intended to say something, but his pause was wasting the time he should have been using to say it. "Well, if that was all you were gonna say, then I guess I'll have to say no, Rigby, I don't sew."
"Heh, no. I just want to ask what you're gonna do to get in touch with... uh... um..."
"Dude, it's not like you're not allowed to say her name in front of me or something, sheesh. And,... you and Eileen still... talk, right?"
"Yeah. She also told me that we can get back into that relationship if I'm at least more willing to do the stuff that she's interested in with her. Dude, why don't you just call Margaret yourself?"
"I just don't know how to ask about her feelings without making it awkward, Rigby."
"Ugh... Mordecai, you are like... the king of awkward! It is what it is, dude. Your gonna have to talk through the awkwardness of the situation, bro. There's no right way to do it with somebody else's help."
"I don't know how to... approach the situation, Rigby."
"Ugh Mordecai, you just gotta take baby steps. You count one... two... three... and then, you... JUST DO IT!"
Mordecai knew the advice was good, but he also knew where it came from, so he merely rolled his eyes in reply. The two then got back to work.
