Chapter 3

Hello all! Now, before we begin I have something to say.

Yes, RegularShowLuvr left a nasty review. But they PMed me, then. I was too angry at the time to actually listen, and blocked them. But after having a few days to cool off, I unblocked them, since, unlike the REAL FLAMERS, they had actually offered to help. They were kind enough to help me out with this fic, and the other RS ones I have. Currently this will be my main project, I don't need them to get confused or anything with multiple fics.

And they are actually HELPING! They didn't say to 'scrap and start it over' (Okay they did at first, but they respected that I didn't want to) And they're actually HELPING, despite the fact that I may have cussed at them a few times before giving them a chance. They are helping me keep characters in-character!

What I am trying to say, is that if you've gotten a mean review from RegularShowLuvr, and you blocked them or cussed them out, you should give them a CHANCE! They aren't like normal flamers, heck they're not a flamer at all! They just give a harsher version of constructive criticism...

Now, with that little speech done, on to the fic!... Oh, one more thing.

I know it says 'I Olivia's view' but I realized that, for this chapter, I'll have to change around the POVs a bit. SO unless the chapter says whose POV it is, then it is in Olivia's view. Otherwise it's whoever the heading says it is.

I don't own Regular Show.

Mordecai's POV

"Ugh, man! School is worse than work! At least at work you can get up and move when you want!" Rigby whined as we walked through the door of Olivia's house. I rolled my eyes, and Benson glared at him.

"Well then, maybe you'll actually APPRECIATE your job when we get back!" he yelled. I flinched. Benson always had a really loud voice...

"Look, at least it's over. And tomorrow's Friday, which means one more day, then no school. We can just hang out Saturday!" Veronica said in an attempt to calm Rigby down. The raccoon let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Well, we have to do our homework. While we do that, do you guys want to explore the house a bit?" Sasha suggested. We all agreed, so they went into the kitchen while we headed in the opposite direction.

I went into the computer room, while Rigby, Muscle Man and Fives went to snoop in Olivia's room. Benson and Skips went to the backyard, I think. And Margaret and Eileen headed to check out the library on the second floor.

I looked at the laptop on Olivia's desk. I opened it, and discovered it was on. I clicked to the internet, and went to a random site in the history.

What popped up was the Fanfiction site she'd told us about. I went to the Regular Show fandom, out of curiousity. I saw a few stories with purple links, which meant they had been clicked on. I saw one written by someone named 'Crazy-Pairing-Girl' It was entitled 'The Curse'

I clicked it, and saw it only had two chapters. I was a bit disappointed, since it would've made great blackmail from what I saw in the summary... Oh well.

Then I went back, and flipped through the pages, but not many were clicked on. Then I saw one, called 'Not Just A Dream Anymore' I didn't notice the author's name, but I clicked it anyway.

When I finished reading, my eyes were practically bulging out of my sockets. Who... Who would WRITE this?! I didn't like Rigby like that!... Did I?

NO! I didn't! Even though I knew about Olivia's pairings before... I was really upset by it now. I wasn't sure why, either.

I clicked out of the window, and ran out of the room, down the hall, towards the kitchen. When I entered, the girls looked up at me with wide eyes.

"What's wrong, Mordecai?" Olivia asked. I huffed.

"I just read the most interesting story... Can you guess what it was about?" I growled. I knew she had figured it out when her eyes grew wide.

"Veronica! I told you to delete my history!" Oliva shouted angrily. Veronica flinched.

"Well... I didn't think you'd really bring them to life, so I... Didn't really bother" she explained nervously. Olivia groaned.

"Great... Just great..." she mumbled. Sasha turned to me with a suspicious look.

"Why do you care? You said you knew her pairings" she inquired. I froze. Why did I care? I came up with nothing.

"I just do!" I finally responded. The girls just giggled.

"Well, we just finished our homework. Meet us in the living room and we can decide what to do next, okay? And tell everyone else, too!" Sasha demanded. I sighed and went to find the others, trying to push the recent event into the back of my mind...