Mordecai walked into the House, though he regretted it immediately. There, sitting on the couch glued to the TV were Rigby and his new friend Jackson. Mordecai groaned.
"What, you brought him here? You barely even know the guy!" Mordecai flopped down on the couch next to Rigby.
"Yeah, but Jackson told me that some more episodes of Manly Awesomeness Show was on and since he doesn't have cable I said he could come here." Rigby shrugged it off. A commercial break came on, and Jackson got up and headed towards the kitchen for some food.
"And he's eating all the food!" Mordecai gestured to the empty chip bags and crumbs everywhere. "Benson's gonna blow a fuse when he sends this mess!"
"Eh, relax Mordecai. Jackson's a cool dude." Rigby brushed off a few crumbs from the couch. Mordecai sighed and stood up, heading towards the stairs. Jackson returned from the kitchen with a mountain of snacks in his arms. He tossed a soda at Rigby, who caught it with ease. As he was walking up the stairs, Mordecai locked eyes with Jackson. The pigeon's eyes flashed red for a brief second, but returned back to purple in a flash.
Mordecai wrote it off as nothing and continued his ascent. The staircase seemed unnaturally long today.
Mordecai didn't feel like doing anything else today, so he just laid in his bed staring at the ceiling. Occasionally he would look over to Rigby's little trampoline and think about giving him his mattress. But it was so comfy and moving it would take too much work, so he shook off the thought.
Sometimes he heard Rigby and Jackson cheering downstairs at something that happened on that stupid show. There just so happened to be a marathon today. Jackson had been at the House for hours, and he was more or less a part of the family. Nobody else seemed to mind Jackson, but something about him really bugged Mordecai. Maybe it was the way he stared at Mordecai menacingly every time he walked by.
Or maybe it was the way he was spending so much time with Rigby.
Mordecai sat up as he thought about this. Was he just jealous of how much time the little raccoon was spending with that pigeon? Of course not, they were just new friends. That's what friends do, right? Yeah, sure. Anytime Mordecai was in the living room, he noticed the way Jackson looked at Rigby. It was the same way he caught himself looking at his friend from time to time.
"But I'm not... I mean..." Mordecai said aloud. There was no one else in the room, but he felt like talking to somebody all of a sudden. "Well, maybe just a little bit..."
Mordecai shook his head. It was too late for deep thought. Mordecai widened his eyes and looked at the clock. 11:32 pm, it read. Mordecai looked back over at Rigby's trampoline. He wasn't here, and he usually comes up to the room at around 11.
"He must just be asleep on the couch..." Mordecai said, though even as he said it he doubted it. He walked downstairs to check out the living room. Rigby and Jackson were both gone. "Where could they be? Rigby doesn't go out at night, especially not on a Sunday."
At first Mordecai felt fear, then jealousy, then bitter hatred towards Jackson. "He thinks he can just swoop in and take my best friend, does he?" Mordecai grabbed a jacket and headed out. "Well, he's got another thing coming."