AN: Hey Guys, another chapter out. Hope you guys enjoy it!
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-regshowwriter
Chapter 3
The Raccoon and the bird both woke up at the same time and took the usual route downstairs. The bird ran his hand down the balustrade while Rigby scampered down the stairs on all 4 paws, making a soft thudding sound as each pad touched the steps. Just as they reached the kitchen, Mordecai's phone rang. The vibrating created an amplified sound on the wooden table that could be heard just as well as a ringtone on the usual volume. He picked up the old Nokia phone, he had been made fun of over the past years for owning a brick phone, but it didn't bother him. The phone did its job and that's all that mattered. The digital screen came up with the words 'Margaret' in the caller ID message. His heart skipped for a few seconds and he started to panic.
"Dude! It's Margaret" Mordecai said fretfully
Rigby shrugged it off. "Yeah, so? You gonna answer it? Jeez" He questioned, making sure that Mordecai knew that he was annoyed
He pressed the 'Ok' button, which allowed him to accept the call.
"Oh, uh hey Margaret! How – how's it going?" Mordecai said, with his voice ranging from high pitch to low-pitched all with different volume and in general all over the place.
"Haha, you alright Mordecai? You sound a little off" Margaret asked being playful as usual.
"Nah, I'm fine"
There was a slight pause between both of them.
"Oh yeah! Mordecai, do you want to hang out today?" Margaret asked cheerfully
What? Margaret wanted to hang out with me? Mordecai thought
"Mordecai? You there?" Margaret enquired
"Oh umm yeah! That would be cool, what time?"
"I get off my shift at 1, so maybe then?" Margaret asked
"Sounds great. I'll see you later"
"Ugghh! What did she want?" Rigby said rather displeased
"Dude, she only wanted to hang out. What's your problem with her?" Mordecai said
Rigby brushed off the comment and walked into the kitchen, making himself some cereal. Mordecai soon followed grasping the phone in his hand.
"Wow dude, I can't believe it! She actually asked me to do something with her!" Mordecai was excited and astounded at the same time.
Rigby just kept on ignoring everything that Mordecai said about Margaret. She infuriated him; he really didn't know why he liked her so much. She wasn't that special, was she? He felt like going back to his dealer's place. At least that would put his mind off it.
"I'm going out" Rigby said plainly. He got up off his chair and headed for the front door
"Yeah dude, lets go to the coffee shop" Mordecai added
"Yeah, you can. I'm going somewhere else though"
"Haha like where? You never hang out with anyone except for me" Mordecai joked
"Yes I do!" Rigby complained
"Nuh-uh" Mordecai retorted
"Stop talking!" Rigby exclaimed
"Look dude, just come to the coffee shop. I really want to get a coffee anyway, and I know you do too. Plus, Eileen will be there, yeahhhyuhhh!" Mordecai said as he used his usual catchphrase
The duo walked to the coffee shop and grabbed a booth next to the window by the street. There weren't many cars on the road, mostly because it was late morning during a weekday and unlike Mordecai and Rigby, they had gotten up early to make it to work on time. There was a faint sound of cars honking and cars shifting up through the gears while driving along the road, all of which were quite calming to the Raccoon as he drifted off into his own world. A world where there was no Margaret and it was only him and Mordecai and the rest of the world. Eileen and Margaret came over from across the room to greet the two.
"What's with Rigby?" Eileen asked
"Dunno, just being Rigby I guess" Mordecai replied
"Well, what do you guys want?" Margaret requested.
"We'll just get 2 coffees to have here, thanks." Mordecai said cheerfully
"Sure thing, that'll be 8 dollars thanks"
Mordecai reach out to get his wallet, only realising that he had left it back in his room.
"Oh shoot, sorry Margaret. I left my wallet at the house, I'll run back and get it"
"Sure thing, I'll just wait here then"
Eileen walked off with Mordecai running behind her trying not to lose valuable time that could be spent with Margaret. As Margaret sat down, Rigby tried not to acknowledge her at all, looking out the window at Mordecai running down the street, towards the park.
"So Rigby, how are you?" Margaret asked
Rigby gave a small nod and gesture as a way of implying yes. There was just silence.
"Ok Rigby, what's the matter?" Margaret said rather displeased
Rigby turned around to look at Margaret in the face. He could say a lot to her, but he didn't. He couldn't bring himself to say it.
"I'm fine Margaret. Sheesh"
"Look Rigby you can tell me anything I-"
"It's fine. I'm fine! That's it!" Rigby confirmed
Margaret sighed. "It's Mordecai, isn't it?"
"What are you getting at?" Rigby asked irritably
"I've seen the way that you look at him, with those eyes. Rigby. You like him, don't you?" Margaret said with a tone of sadness and regret in her voice
"I'm not saying nothing," Rigby said, standing his ground. He turned to look at Margaret; she was looking straight into his eyes. She full well knew that he liked him, but she just had to hear it for herself.
"Look Rigby, it's ok. You can tell me anything, I'll keep a secret," Margaret said, sounding familiar to a counsellor, talking to one of their patients
Rigby looked towards her, he was unsure of whether or not she could be trusted with his secret. After all, he had every right to; this was one of his biggest secrets in his life, really. Rigby didn't say anything to her, but left a facial emotion that spelt sympathy and sadness. Margaret took one look at him. That face, knowing that his best friend would never love him. She didn't know what to say, except for smile understandingly and put her hand on top of his.
"You should just tell him Rigby" Margaret explained
"But I can't! I just can't…" Rigby trailed off, words being lost in the background noise of the coffee shop
"If you tell him, what's the worst that can happen?"
"It's easy for you to say. He loves you! You're not going to be affected by this. Just hurry up and go out with him again" Rigby's tone changed suddenly from a mouse to a hyped up lion.
Margaret didn't know what to say, except just sit there. She was taken aback by Rigby's quick change in emotion. Thinking about what he had just said. It really sunk into her and it affected her even more. Rigby got up out of the booth and ran out of the coffee shop on all four feet, before running straight into Mordecai running the other way.
"Hey dude, what's wrong? Are you cry-"
"JUST FUCK OFF" Rigby cut him off
Mordecai looked over at Margaret, who had her face in her hands. Tears were slowly rolling down her feathers before they were met with the top of the table, making a small splash as they hit. Mordecai saw her and ran over asking what was the matter.
"Margaret, what happened?"
"Don't worry, it's fine Mordecai"
"No Margaret, what happened? Did Rigby say something to you? I swear if he did.."
"Mordecai, it's fine. It wasn't Rigby's fault. Trust me."
Mordecai wasn't sure if she was telling the truth. He sat down with her at the booth. She burrowed her face into his chest, softly crying. Mordecai looked up out the window as he caught a glimpse of Rigby walking up the street and around the corner. He knew it had something to do with him and her, but what could it be?
"Alright, what did Rigby do? What happened?" Mordecai asked plainly
"I can't tell you Mordecai. I made a promise to Rigby, anyway it's nothing. I've just had a long day, that's all" Margaret said with a smile forming on her face.
"I'll see if I can get off work early so we can get out of here"
After a quick conversation with her boss, Margaret motioned to Mordecai that she was allowed to leave. They left the shop and started to walk towards Margaret's apartment. Mordecai was unsure why they were heading that way, he figured that she wanted to change clothes from her work uniform.
'Wow, I can't believe she's inviting me to her place' Mordecai thought to himself.
As they reached the her apartment the traffic intensified in contrast to the amount of traffic back at the coffee shop. Mordecai and Margaret crossed the road with considerable pace, dodging cars and walking from lane to lane. Why there was no crossing or traffic lights by that road was strange. They walked up the concrete stairs that lead to the second floor of her apartment.
Each step stood out from each other and were unique, being a different shade of grey, some dark like they had been wet with water, to others that were such a light shade of grey they were almost white. The black side railing looked relatively new on one side of the stairs, but on the right it was peeling and cracking almost as though it had been there for a considerable amount of time. Margaret's door was a red that was almost similar to the red colour that coloured her feathers all over her body. The door indicated the number '401' each bronze number oxidized from the air, rain and sunshine that beat down upon it until it was turning a plain, dull white.
Margaret opened up the door with Mordecai trailing behind, surveying the first half of the room. It was a simple apartment, a couch to the left of the main doorway with a tv opposite it. Opposite the main door was a white tiled kitchen was a wooden, oak table with four chairs to match and to the right of that room was a short hallway with two doors on each side. The doors were a darker shade of red that was on the main door to the apartment.
"Hey Mordecai, I'm just going to be in my room" Margaret called out from the hallway
"Ok, that's cool. I'll just wait out here." Mordecai said as he sat down on the couch
Within 10 minutes of waiting there, Margaret called out to him,
"Hey Mordecai, can you just help me with something?"
Mordecai got up and walked over to the hallway. Her door was partially open and he placed one hand to the face of the door and pushed gently. The door opened quietly and swung back just touching the wall. What did she want? Mordecai thought Margaret was standing next to a small, wooden drawer table that was moved just out from the corner of the wall.
"Would you mind helping me move this?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure thing" Mordecai replied. It was a bit of a let down for him. He thought she might've wanted him for something else, but as usual he over thought small things like this.
As Mordecai leant over to grab each corner of the drawer to lift it, both of their hands touched. It was only for a split second, but it was enough for them to get each other's attention. Mordecai was staring straight into Margaret's eyes and in reciprocation, so was Margaret. Mordecai leant in for what was going to be a small kiss, but ended up being something more deep and meaningful.
Margaret backed away towards her bed as Mordecai followed her, staying within inches from her. They both fell back onto her bed and passionately started kissing. Mordecai felt her warm breath breathing onto him and her hands on the side of his face. Their tongues were touching, moving around with each movement of their beaks, almost like a synchronisation. Mordecai thought that this was amazing, after all this time, she had liked him too. They broke the kiss and stared at each other intently, without a word. It was pure ecstasy, like heaven, a boundless plain of happiness and love.
