Chapter 2:
By the time Mordecai, Rigby and Don made it to the coffee shop, they were parched. It was a hot day, and the sun beat down on their furred and feathered heads as if someone was holding a giant magnifying glass up in the sky. Walking through the door with a ding, the three were met with a blast of cool air.
"Aaaah," sighed Rigby contentedly, "man that's good. Screw the coffee, lets stay for the air conditioning."
Scowling at his tiny best friend, Mordecai scanned the interior of the café for Margaret, surprised to find her absent. Oh well, I guess it's her day off today, he thought, shrugging it off.
While the Bluejay was deep in thought, and Rigby was in a state of pure bliss caused by the air vent above him, Don found himself staring, transfixed on a certain young waitress who had appeared from behind the counter.
"Hey, Mordo buddy," he said, nudging the bird back to reality and pointing at the mystery girl. "Who's that?"
"That's Eileen," he replied. "She's a friend of ours." Hearing their voices, the small brown mole turned her head to see the three taking a seat at their usual spot.
"Hey guys," she greeted perkily. Walking over to take their order, she noticed Don was staring at her. "Umm, hi?" she said awkwardly, unnerved at the stranger's fascination with her, "have we met?"
Suddenly remembering himself, Don jumped to his feet to greet Eileen properly. "Hi, I'm Don. It's nice to meet you. Sugar?" he offered her a hug, which she confusedly accepted.
"Eileen, nice to meet you." Breaking away from his strong arms, the mole looked up to see the raccoon's face. "Wow," she said, "you look just like Rigby. Only, taller and more muscular." Realizing what she had said, Eileen blushed a deep shade of red, and stuttered: Oh, um, sorry. I didn't mean to say, I mean I hadn't meant to, umm-"
"Whoa," Don interrupted, "Calm down little lady, you might talk that pretty little mouth right off."
Blushing again at the compliment, she put a tiny paw on Don's muscular forearm in an attempt to flirt with him. Seeing the amorous contact, Rigby silently raged at his younger brother. What the H is he doing? He thought. How can she be falling for this lovey dovey crap?
"I'll go get you guys some coffee," she said leaving to get their drinks, elated by Don's remarks.
Waiting until she was out of earshot, Rigby turned to Don angrily. "Dude, what the H?" he said, pissed, "What are you doing?"
"What?" asked Don, confused, "What did I do?"
"Dude, not cool," said Mordecai, "She's Rigby's girl."
"Wait, what?" said Rigby, spinning around to face the Bluejay. "She's not my 'girl'. We're just friends!"
"Oh," interrupted Don, "then you won't mind me asking her out then?"
Don had Rigby trapped, and the younger raccoon knew it.
Rigby had no way out. If he said he had a problem with Don and Eileen dating, then Mordecai would know that he likes her, and he's worked way too hard to keep that secret. On the other hand, if he said nothing, then they would go out, and the raccoon could think of a hundred reasons why that should never happen.
His thoughts were interrupted when Margaret walked over to them, a tray of coffee in her wings.
"Hey Margaret," said Mordecai brightly, already forgetting the sibling quarrel and turning his attention to the pretty red Robin. "What's up?"
"Hey guys," she said half heartedly, clearly tired. "Sorry I didn't take your order, I've been so busy with school lately that I've had to get Eileen to cover most of my shifts."
"Where is Eileen, anyway?" asked Rigby, trying to sound nonchalant.
"She just went on break."
"Well in that case," said Don, getting up from his seat and handing Margaret a note. "Could you give that to her please? I should probably get going."
"Umm, okay?" she replied, confused.
After Don had left, Rigby snatched the note from her wings and hastily read it.
"Hey!" she said angrily, "that's Eileen's note, give it back!"
The Raccoon handed her the note with a sullen look on his face and left without a word. Puzzled, Margaret forgot herself and looked at the small piece of paper.
"What does it say?" asked Mordecai, curious. It wasn't like Rigby to just leave without an explanation.
"Nothing, really," she answered, "It's just his phone number."
Sighing, the Bluejay got up and said: "I better go after him. Bye Margaret."
"Bye, Mordecai."
Mordecai really didn't want to leave so soon; he hadn't even finished his coffee. But he was Rigby's friend, and as much as he denied it, the Bluejay knew he cared about Eileen.
Hi again! I'm sorry that it takes me so long to update, but man is it hard to find the time! Some of the non-dialogue text in this chapter might seem a bit formal, but since I've been taking writing classes I find it hard to stop :( this is a fairly short chapter, but it was just plot building boringness. I don't know when the next chapter will be up, but don't hold your breath. Please, if you have suggestions don't hesitate to tell me, and I love reviews too! x