So, we meet again, dear reader.

I've missed you.

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I'll be sure to update sooner or later, school's ending soon.

*fistpumps* Shit yeah! No school = more writing / drawing~

I apologize for any indication of anyone being OOC, if this story contains any hint of that, it was not intended in any way.

There's an OC in this chapter [I couldn't think of a good name, back off, deary.] so be prepared. Don't worry, no OC pairings here. I'm not really into that stuff most of the time... [just to be clear, it is pronounced "MAR-go".]

Also, I've mustered a Higurashi fic a while back as well, I'm just too lazy to upload it OTL. so, hopefully you'll be able to enjoy that sometime, if... if you're into that type of stuff... -_-'

It's 1:15 am. Time for Maggie to go to bed.

Alrighty, next chapter commencing... Enjoy. :D

Saturday, June 9

Dammit, I thought, dammit, dammit, dammit!

I ran downtown as fast as I could once I was no longer in sight of the house. I didn't want Rigby to see how pissed off I actually was; although he saw enough, I was crying anyway. Jeez, why did I let him get to me? Shit. I didn't even feel like crying anymore, but at that moment the tears just... came, I dunno. For the first time in my adult life, the situation just got to me. That last time I actually cried was way back in junior high.

"Hey, Mordecai."

Rigby sat next to me at the lunch table before anyone else would be able to steal his seat. He opened the brown paper bag that held his lunch and pulled out a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.

"Hey, dude. Got any food?" I questioned, hoping that he'd give me his bag of chips. He did, surprisingly, which was unusual because he was all the more greedy in seventh grade than he is now.

As I tore open the plastic holding the salt and vinegar potato chips when Trevor and Owen -two of our school's many douchebags- sat in the empty chairs across from Rigby and I.

Rigby glared at them in mid-chew, "What do you guys want?"

"So, are the rumors about you guys true?" Owen asked, snickering.

"What? There's rumors?" I asked, crunching down on my food. Usually I didn't care about that sort of stuff, but because I was so alienated due to Rigby's separation issues, I was curious. Although, I was kind of scared to know what /these two/ had in store for us, anyway; not only for myself, but for Rigby as well. I tried to hide my urge to find out, but I knew it wouldn't last for long.

"Yep. There's a bunch going around the class right now," Trevor returned.

"Just go away, Trevor. We don't care-"

Rigby interuppted me, asking suspiciously, "Like what?"

"Well, that you two are faggots," Owen told us as Trevor gave up at attempting to keep his cool and burst into obnoxious laughter that echoed throughout the cafeteria. I couldn't believe it. Rigby and I? Gay? Wow, were people immature these days. Why would they even make stuff like that up? I couldn't believe-

"Like you guys know anything about things like that anyway!" Rigby shouted, pointing at them, "You two wouldn't be able to get /laid/ you if you were the last two guys on earth!" He was furious, and his face was flushed in anger. The two kept on laughing, pleased at Rigby's reaction,

"Look, Rigbone. We don't want any trouble," Owen said, sarcastically putting his hands up in surrender, "Please, don't buttfuck us." The two burst into immature laughter. Their horrible, tormenting snickering flooded throughout the room. Their evil faces twisted in contentment.

"I'll kill you!" Rigby yelled as he leapt onto the table and grabbed Owen's neck firmly in his furry hands. His eyes were teary and his self-esteem was weakening, I could tell that. I decided to jump in, too. I mean, they were being dicks, what else was I supposed to do? It's not like I would just sit there and watch. Also, why would they spread things around about Rigby and I anyway? We had always been outsiders, never wanting to get involved in shit like this. Although, it seems to always find you no matter what. Trevor glared at me evilly and said to me, straight in the eye, "How could you do him anyway? I mean, Rigby? Come on, Mordecai. You could do better."

I snapped at that. Not that I was in fact gay with anyone, but for him to insult my best friend like that? Reactivity got the best of my actions and I jumped onto Trevor, causing him to fall straight on his back. I frequently landed punch after punch onto his face, uncaring to who saw. I glanced at Rigby and Owen somewhere inbetween and saw my friend struggling to defend himself. He tried to punch Owen like I was doing Trevor, but that obviously didn't work. Rigby quickly went back to attempting to strangle Owen with his bare paws. It actually dominated for a few moments, cutting off the bully's air supply for a bit, but Rigby was soon socked in the face by Owen, throwing him to the ground.

I tried to slam my fist onto Trevor's chest to finish the fight, but I was halted by Owen's sinister voice in my ears.

"You'd better save your boyfriend, Mordecai. I think he passed out."

I glared at him, and said, "Fuck you," which suprisingly made him back off. I tried to help Rigby up, but once I let go of his hand and he plopped back onto the floor. I quickly scooped Rigby up in my arms and ran him to the school office. As I was running away, however, I heard the other guys in the lunchroom chanting, "Faggots" and "Cocksuckers" repeatedly. They were so full of bullshit. I told myself that over and over again, but their words somehow got to me anyway. My eyes started to water and my vision began to blur as tears dripped from my eyes down to Rigby. I heard him say something to me. I looked at him and saw his condition. He had a bloody nose and his muscles were limp.

"Mordecai..."

"What?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"...I really hate our classmates."

I chuckled weakly, running through what felt like a ten-mile sprint down an endless road.

"Me too, Rigby."

I sighed at that remembrance.

As I ran as fast as I could down the sidewalk, I looked at the giant clock poking out of the sporting goods store down on the curb, which told me it was 6:13 at night. Although it was pretty early for it to get dark out, the sun already began to set for it's post meridian rounds. Turning, I made a right down a cracked sidewalk. My speed narrowed down to a walk and I soon started to glance around my environment. I was at the back part of town, indication being the tremendous amounts of graffiti, the parked, rusty cars and little amount of people (which, I have to say looked pretty different, with all of the ghetto-induced "gangsters" to the "I-look-unique-because-I'm-scene" couples holding hands and glaring at you like you're some type of hybrid creature.).

I looked down the dirt road that I was walking along when I found a small hill overlooking the powdery mainland. It had a little dirt, but was mostly covered in grass. As I progressed closer I saw a figure sitting on it's lightly slanted edge. It was a feminine being, slightly slouched over with her elbows resting on her knees. She was gazing into the scenery before her like it was nobody's business, and her hair looked a little greasy, probably from the sun. She must have been outside all day. The girl looked young, probably about freshman or even sophomore material. She might have gotten out of school a few hours ago, why was she here? She should be home.

Why not? I thought, planning on confronting her, I should get to know more people anyway.

I walked to the edge of the hill, hoping she would take note of me without causing to startle her. Soon enough, she glanced down as she took note of her untied shoes. She officially saw me when she leaned over to tie her Chuck Taylor's appropriately. I waved casually and my arm slapped against my leg after I put it back down.

"Hello," she said with a smile. Her voice was quiet, which said that she was unsure to speak to a stranger or not. She averted her gaze back to whatever she was looking at.

"Nice day today, huh?" I asked.

She nodded, still keeping her smile and looking in the same direction, "Yeah. I really like the sun. You get so freaking tired of the cold after a few months," she chuckled.

She wanted to start a conversation, I could tell, "I'm Mordecai," I told her, holding out my wing.

She looked back at me, took my feathery fingers in her right hand and shook it, her grip loose, "Margot."

I looked at her closer, her hair was a light brown, with one purple highlight and one green. She wore a dark blue sweatshirt and jeans shorts. Her sweatshirt was half-zipped, revealing a Pokemon t-shirt with one of the characters on the front... Pikachu? Yeah, that was it. On her left hand was a Batman logo tattoo. Also, if you looked on her right side, there was a thick sketchbook with a mechanical pencil lying on it. An artist, probably. I sat down next to her, still keeping my distance.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Twenty-three."

"Jeez, I'm only fourteen, I feel so young..." she laughed at her own joke, "Almost all of my friends are older than me. I was born in May, so it kind of sucks."

She was younger than I expected. She looked like she could be at the very least a sixteen-year-old. I got the vibe that she would talk quite a bit too, not that I didn't mind "Ah, that sounds pretty bad."

"Yeah..." she nooded, "Do you have a job?"

"Yep... I'm a groundskeeper at the park. With my friend," I pointed in the direction of where I was talking about.

"Oh, I've been there. It's really fun."

Yeah, the only reason you think that is because you don't work there...

She continued, "My friend and I go there a lot. If you ever see me and a red-haired girl, that's us. We're like, regulars. Do you know a dude named Skips?"

I guess she was a regular, knowing Skips and all, "Yeah, but he's so damn quiet! You can never talk to him without feeling awkward..."

"Sure, he's got a pretty stale voice, but once you get on his good side, he's just awesome. We're really good friends," she smiled again.

"Hm, hm," I nodded. Margot laughed, she seemed to have the quality to do that a lot.

"So, how is work there? Is it fun?"

"Nah, it's okay," I looked at the sky, "Sometimes there's... drama, though. And here I am when I used to think that girls had it rough."

"I get 'cha, guy drama's on the same level as girl drama, once you think about it," Margot sighed, annoyed, "Either way, it sucks..."

"Are you having some issues?" I asked her, kind of concerned.

She shook her head, her voice back to quiet mode, "No, not really... Kind of."

"That's not good," I replied, not wanting to butt in on her personal life.

"Are you? You seem stressed out..."

I tightened my jaw for a second there, but loosened it when I was ready to talk, "Its a long story."

She faced me a little, "I'm all ears," she said.

I took a deep breath, and hesitantly told her about what was going on with Rigby and I. I first informed her on how we rented some video games and decided to play. Then I told her about how I may have liked Margaret (I still do, mind you.), and I told her that Rigby did that random shit back at home, not to mention what commenced afterwards. I could tell she was listening, with all of the eye contact and occasional nodding at what I said here and there.

"Okay," she began slowly, after I was finished, "That freaking sucks, dude. I'm not gonna take sides or anything, but I honestly think that you should-"

Margot jumped as her phone screeched the lyrics to "All to Myself" by Mariana's Trench. She pressed the green button on its front and answered the call.

"Hi, mom!" she answered cheerfully.

I could head muffled yells through the receiveing end, "Margot Rae! Where are you? I've been looking for twenty mintues!"

"Sorry! I'm at the hill. Y'know, the one by the cemetery?" Margot replied, "I'll be home in a few minutes, promise."

Her mom hung up.

"Didn't even say goodbye..." Margot grumbled, "Well, I have to go... Sorry that I had to get off my ass earlier than I expected."

"No," I replied, "It's fine. I understand."

She stood up at that, shook my hand again, grabbed her stuff in her arms and headed on her way.

As I was getting ready to get up, too, Margot suddenly turned to me, halting in mid-walk.

"Hey, Mordecai..."

"Yeah?"

She paused for a moment, then gave a small smile, with her voice somewhat deeper, but not too sinister. Her genuine vibe was still there, faintly, as she spoke.

"Hope you two get the lawn done."

I slowly thanked her, awkwardly stuck in a pose that said, "What the hell?"

I never told her about the lawn being incomplete.

I was walking. Walking to nowhere. I was in a void of nothing. All of my surroundings were painted a pale grey to the point of being unable to see where the wall ended and where the floor began. I strode slowly down my invisible path, my paws hitting the ground gently. My eyes were tired and my fear was growing inside my chest. It made my breathing a tad deeper and my pulse beat a tiny bit faster, but not to the point of exhaustion. I had no idea what I was afraid of... yet. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks.

I stared at my feet for a while before I glanced up. There, just barely twenty feet away from me, was Mordecai. I peered into his eyes, they weren't tear-filled, but sincere. His beak wasn't long and disappointed, he was faintly... smiling. He wasn't mad at me anymore. Why? Did he forgive me? No, he couldn't have. Although he is a very forgiving guy, he wouldn't just up and accept the dumbass actions I had stumbled upon recently.

Soon I noticed another figure slowly appear next to Mordecai; one all-too familiar to my liking. The fear deep inside of my chest grew stronger. Fear slowly pulled itself out of my back and started to gradually emerge itself around me. It's color was a purple-black, swirling in sinister loops that didn't make me feel comfortable at all. My tail sprung straight up in anxiety. I looked and saw what was going up next to Mordecai. My fear enhanced itself and made my whole body shake as my heart began to race. I noticed that the grey setting around me had turned to a pitch and emotionless black. I stared at the figure.

Margaret.

I shuddered. All I could really do was just stand there. I wanted to move, but I just couldn't. My body refused to respond to what my brain commanded it to do. The dark swirls started to slowly wrap around my waist as Margaret took Mordecai's arm, holding it to her chest as the two turned walked away. In the turn that he made, Mordecai was smiling, like he was happy again. He was happy without me.

Immediately after he turned to face the other way I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could into the black void that I was trapped in, just trying to get Mordecai to notice my pain, my fear. My best and only great friend took this dumb girl over his bro. Mordecai looked back at me, surprisingly, and gently pushed Margaret away from him. Maybe he actually cared.

Mordecai approached me until he was relatively close to me and stared into my eyes. His stare was frightening, bone-chilling, even. I had never seen him like that before, not until when we argued previously.

Mordecai looked at me nonstop, like one of our famous staring contests we had every now and again. Now, his pupils were absent to his eyes for a moment, which made his eyes seem to glow a pale white. He remained like this and said in a loud voice, straight to my face:

"I can't believe you! You can't keep living like this, Rigby. If you're going to ruin me like this then just keep away!"

Mordecai dissappeared immediately at these words. I saw from a distance Margaret smiling down on me with a horrid look in her eye. By then the fear was basically conquering my while body, clouding my vision.

"You're dying inside."

I apparently fell asleep on the ground trying to fix Mordecai's controller; I was overwhelmed "to the point of exhaustion", some may say. I woke up in a daze at first, peeling my eyes open slowly and becoming aware of the small puddle of droll next to my mouth.

I picked my head up off the floor slowly, blinking repeatedly to regain conciousness. I looked around the living room, hoping that it all was a dream, but to my demise, it wasn't. I was still stuck in this damn house with the same damn feeling in my throat... And I still didn't finish fixing Mordecai's controller.

Speaking of which, I glanced over in it's direction. It was sloppily pieced together by Scotch tape and had a couple holes and deep cracks in it. Only half of it was "finished". I sighed and let my head fall back exhaustedly to the floor. It hurt a little as my cranium collided with the ground, but anything was better than the pain in my chest. I felt so hollow, and yet these emotions were flowing into me like a flood, filling my soul. But in some way, it was also pouring out of me like something just needed to get out of there. There is no feeling worse than feeling nothing and everything altogether.

You cannot explain a feeling like that.

After several minutes, I lazily picked myself up off the ground and let my tail drag across the floor as I walked to the kitchen. The tile's icy feeling radiated throughout my feet and sent an uncomfortable chill down my spine. I looked at the room lethargically. It was the same as which Mordecai and I left it; with our cereal bowls from this morning still on the table, and the dishes still dirty. I sighed. I might as well gotten some work done while I was here. I pushed one of the chairs from the table in front of the sink for easy access. As I hopped up onto the seat, I began to scrub and rinse the dishes, the cups, the silverware, the... knives.

No, I quickly thought to myself, shaking my head, no, no, no, Rigby. Mordecai wouldn't like you doing that.

Mordecai also wouldn't like you interfering on his and Margaret's relationship.

I grumbled, "Shut up," to my conscience.

I looked down at the dishes and sighed. Six plates, eight glasses, and God knows how much silverware was left dirty in there. I never realized how lazy we actually were. I laughed dryly. Ironic how once Mordecai leaves me I actually become the least bit responsible. I pictured Benson to be extremely pleased with me, and angry at the fact that Mordecai left.

But I couldn't be too cruel to Mordecai, because I still had some ounce of sympathy for the dude. As pissed off and frustrated as I was now, I somehow couldn't get myself to direct those emotions towards him.

I was down to the last dish, and after that I proceeded to the silverware. There was a lot down there in the soapy water, sunken deep onto the bottom of the sink, mixing in with the residue from the past plates. It was pretty nasty, but what was I gonna do about that? I could have sworn my arm went all the way into the dirty liquid before I could reach a fork or two.

I got to most of them, but checked again just to be sure and get this crap over with. I couldn't find any yet-

"...Ow," I muttered as I felt a tiny pain in my index finger. I brought my hand out of the water and looked at it. Nothing looked out of the ordinary until I noticed I was bleeding.

I must have had contact with one of the kitchen knives, because I soon took note of a relatively small but deep gash in my finger. I stared at it, expecting for it to stop bleeding. But it didn't even hesitate. This was expected to be pretty annoying.

I was never gonna get these chores done alone.

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