Author's Note: Sorry I haven't been keeping to my word of updating every weekend. It was due to writer's block, schoolwork, and laziness. But trust me when I say this; I will update every weekend to the best of my ability. This I swear! (El Tigre reference) Also I apologize for the grammar errors in my last chapter. It was my own fault I didn't check it thoroughly enough. This one has more care into it like the first. All right, here is Chapter 3 :)

Chez Margaret

"Wait, wait! So she actually beat the Hammer in 15 minutes?" Rigby asked in amazement.

"Yeah dude. You know minus the Hammer coming to life and trying to kill her." Rigby and I went downstairs to get breakfast.

"Dude! I think I might love her."

"No dude. I have Margaret and you have Eileen."

"For the last time, I don't like her!"

"Uh huh," I said sarcastically. I got some cereal, milk, and 2 bowls for Rigby and I and fixed it up.

"So I'm guessin' you're going to be studying with Margaret?" Rigby asked while munching on his cereal."

"Yep. She's really is something you know? I mean she's a gamer, she kind, she's-"

"Sexy," Rigby teased.

"Dude!" I slammed my hand on the table.

"Ah come on. 'She's a gamer, she's kind'," he mocked. "Her being sexy is at the top of your list."

"Well yeah, but I'm not trying to be a pig about it." The phone started ringing all of sudden. I got up from the table and went to answer it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey," a soft voice answered. It was Margaret.

"Oh he-hey," I stammered. "What's up?"

"Oh nothing much"

"Oh ok. Hey are you still up for the study date?"

"Date?"

"Uh well I mean not a date-I mean well it could be-wait!" I slap myself in the face after spazzing out.

"Relax. I'm just messin' with ya," She giggled.

"Yeah ha-ha," I laughed nervously. If only it was an actual date.

"But yeah it's still on. There's just one small change."

"What?"

"Well I realized last night that I have all the books I need, so there's no need to go back the library, so instead you can just come over my house and we can study there. Eileen will be there too." I nearly dropped the phone and my heart stopped. Holy shit! She actually invited me over. Chill man, it's just for studying. I dismissed that Eileen would be there; I just wanted to be with Margaret.

"Mordecai?" I realized I hadn't said anything for a while after being lost in my thoughts.

"Uh yeah that's cool. When should I come over?"

"Well I can always pick you up."

"Thanks but please relax. I insist." I said in a compassionate way. It sounded like she blushed over the phone. I always felt guilty if Margaret drove me places. It reminded me that I still don't have any money to get my own car and drive her places. Skips always said that if a girl really cared about you, she wouldn't care about the money you had or the car you drove, only you. Don't get me wrong, I agree with his statement completely, but something inside me just wanted her to relax for the day.

"Thanks Mordecai," Margaret said sweetly.

"You deserve the rest."

"Aww thanks Mordecai. Your so sweet."

"Oh barf," Rigby intervened. I punched him for eavesdropping on our conversation. He started whining.

"What was that?" Margaret asked.

"Oh just Rigby being Rigby."

"Ah. So anyway when will you be coming over?"

"Give me an hour and I'll be there."

"Cool. Oh by the way I'm ordering a pizza for us: What topping do you want?

"Hmm any kind really."

"Ok, well I see you an hour than."

"Yep see you then." I hung up the phone and placed it back on the receiver, than quickly blew out a sigh of relief.

"Dude what the H!" Rigby yelled while rubbing his arm in pain.

"I'm actually going over Margaret's house! This is so awesome." I cheered.

"Oh no you don't," Benson walked into the kitchen. "You and Rigby have to mow the football field."

"Aw what?" I threw my arms up.

"You heard me!"

"But we haven't had to work in 2 days!"

"Well looks like it's back to work then, now isn't it?" I punched Benson square in face and stomped his head into the floor.

"MORDECAI!" Benson yelled.

"Huh? What?" I realized that whole beating up Benson thing was just my imagination, and snapped out of it.

"Ugh just get it done," Benson sighed.

"But I have to study with Margaret."

"Well tell her to wait." Okay. Now I REALLY wanted to punch him.

"Fine. Whatever."

"Good," Benson walked away whistling to himself. Content bastard! I went to the phone to call Margaret. I tapped my foot in anger while it was ringing.

"Yeah?" Margaret answered

"Yeah hey Margaret. Listen, my boss of all times is having mow the lawn, so I'm gonna be late. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, it's fine. My boss did the same thing to me when I was about to get ready for my date with my boyfriend. She had me clean the whole place, just as I was about to walk out the door."

"I know right? It's bull; but don't worry I'm going to be fast, just for you."

"Ohhhh thank you Mordecai. Your too much."

"Hey that's me. I'll talk to you later." I hung up the phone. Since when in the hell am I getting so smooth?

"It's because you're confident." A raspy voice came out of nowhere. I turned around to see it was Skips.

"Wait? How did you know what I was thinking?"

"I know everything remember?" Rigby and I stood there in awe. Skips is one weird dude. "And like I said, you're confident. When a man likes a woman, he gains a newfound confidence he never had before."

"Yeah that does make sense." Rigby said shrugging his shoulders.

"Hm you better get going Mordecai. For Margaret." Skips walked past me and patted me on the shoulder. He opened the cabinet and grabbed his favorite mug, then looked over his shoulder to see Rigby and I standing in the doorway. "Well? Get goin'!"

I smiled, "Yeah, got it." We ran outside to do our chores. It was partly sunny, and the wind blew calmly. The birds were singing, and the sun shined bright. The football field didn't look so bad. That whole 'football players tripping over a small blades a grass thing' that Benson kept lecturing about, sounded like such a load of crap. A real football player could take the heat, but what did my opinion matter to him. We grabbed the rinky-dink lawnmower and started the field. Rigby sat on the lawnmower and I pushed.

"So…" Rigby said looking down.

"Yeah?" I answered curiously.

"I couldn't help but over hear you on the phone earlier and…"

"Yeah?"

"I heard that Eileen would be there," Rigby said quickly.

"What?"

"I heard…that Eileen…would be there," Rigby forced himself.

I stopped mowing, crossed my arms, and grinned, "Rigby…"

"Don't!"

"You wanna come with me so can see Eileen huh?

"No!"

"Because you like her," I teased.

"STOP TALKING!"

I laughed, and just kept mowing. We finished in 15 minutes. I was determined to finish soon. Once we were done, I ran into the house and took a shower. I brushed my feathers and made sure there was nothing out of place. I looked in the mirror and admired myself. You are one handsome devil. I nodded in acceptance "Hmph. Hmph."

I grabbed my jacket and out my walkie-talkie in my pocket. I ran out of the house and said bye to Rigby. I got in the golf cart and started the engine. Wait. Where does she live? I ran into the house called her. She gave me her address and I thanked her. I ran back to the golf cart and drove off. My heart was pounding in excitement. This is it! I tapped my feet to nice little tune and started bobbing my head. After a couple a minutes I made my way to her house. It was different to what I expected. It was beige, with an olive green trimming. There was a double door with single windows all around. The driveway could hold 2 cars with a garage at the beginning of it. I parked my golf cart and walked to the door. I rang the doorbell to hear a deep chime in the house. I heard soft footsteps coming closer to the door. The door opened and Margaret stood in the doorway. She was wearing gray slip on shorts with a pink shirt. Jesus! Stop teasing me woman!

"Mordecai!" She came up to me, and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around her like it was extinct. I tried to…'contain' myself so I wouldn't 'surprise' her. It's harder than it seems when a woman is wearing shorts.

"Hey Margaret." I said in a daze. We both let go.

"Hey Eileen! Mordecai is here!" Margaret yelled.

"Oh cool! Hey Mordecai!" Eileen's voice carried quite far. Margaret walked me in. The interior was huge! A really nice, beige living room set, 42' inch TV, beautiful shelving and painting. The floors had white carpeting, and there was a ceiling fan. The kitchen had wood floors with top quality appliances. How is it that she works at the coffee shop with all this? That's all I could see since she had me follow her to her basement.

"You have a very nice." I said.

"Thanks! My aunt inherited it to me when she passed."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. It was a blessing in disguise. I used to live in an apartment and down on my luck, which is why I work at the coffee shop. I may seem rich with this house, but I stay gotta pay the mortgage. When I pass college, I can finally get the money to pay for the house and get a better job."

"Well then I'll be there for you, just for that."

She stopped in her tracks and hugged me, then smiled. That was probably her way of thanking me at the time. We made it to her basement, which had white carpet, with gray walls. There was wooden table in the corner, where Eileen was sitting, looking at the notes. She waved when she caught sight of me. I waved back. She had a 50' inch TV in the opposite corner of the room. There was a sweet gaming set up with a bunch of DVD's. There was pizza box on the coffee table that was opened up to show some cheese pizza. A pool table was in the back.

"So I pretty much took all the notes I need. All I need to do is figure out how to present it." Margaret sat down after I did.

"Okay so how are we going to do this?" I said while looking at the notes.

"Well I found some nice info to put in the slideshow," Eileen chimed in. She wore her casual light green dress.

"Slideshow?" I asked.

"Yeah. The professor said I could have 2 outside helpers. I figured you and Eileen could help.

"Sure. That would be cool."

It was a simple procedure. There would be 3 parts to doing this. The description of the plate, the features of it, and the history of it. Margaret decided to show the features of the plate. Eileen would do the history, and I would describe it. We were done with what we had for the day and tried to figure what to do for free time.

"Hey have you seen this new video?" I asked.

"What video?" Both Margaret and Eileen asked.

"It's this vulgar, spoof song, it's really funny. She just sings about really nasty stuff that makes you see things differently. It's harmless fun." I grabbed Eileen's laptop and searched it up. They were so into it and started laughing their asses off. It was nice to see Margaret smile. After that we decided to play some games.

"You have some really games here." I said looking at her collection in amazement.

"Thanks. I just can't beat that one game." She pointed at Alien Conqueror. It was a simulation game, where you're a human trying to be king of the aliens. "It's so complicated."

"Don't worry. It's easy; you just have to have a sharp, focused mind. I'll help you one day."

"Cool…OHHHH you just got served! She blasted my guy's head off, having a 2-kill streak.

"Hmph, Hmph. You may have beat me in that, but you can't beat me in pool," I pointed towards the pool table.

"Oh yeah? I've had that for years, you can't take me down." I was going to win.

Okay I didn't win. I lost…miserably. My shots were off, I kept getting fouls, and at one point I tried launching the ball with my hand just for laughs.

"Told ya I beat you," Margaret gloated playfully.

"Okay. You were good. Hey I just remembered something."

"What?"

"When I was little, I used to do karate. I could do an awesome high kick."

"Oh really?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Ye-yah. Watch this." I pulled my leg back slowly, and launched it at full force. Big mistake. I ended going so high that I lost my balance and fell right on my back. The girls started busting out laughing. Not at me, rather with me, since I was laughing at myself so making such a stupid mistake.

"Are you okay?" Margaret laughed.

"Yeah, just leave me here…for awhile." It really did hurt for a bit, plus I was in full embarrassment.

For a while we just chatted. Margaret talked about her boyfriend for a good 5 minutes. Made me gag. I wanted to see this guy for myself. Goddammit, what makes him so special? Maybe I should take Rigby's offer and be her side boyfriend, show her what a real boyfriend is. One that will treat her right and always be there for her. Only time will tell. To get the though out of my head I decided to bring up something.

"Hey Eileen…"

"Yeah."

"You know, Rigby's been quite interested in you lately."

"Really?" Her eyes brightened and her voice got higher.

"Well he's been talking about you, but refuses to admit it."

"Aww. We need to get him to show his feelings," Margaret suggested.

"Yeah." Eileen said dreamily.

I really hope those two get together. Out of nowhere my walkie-talkie came on.

"Mordecai!" Benson yelled over the speaker.

"Uh yeah Benson?" I jumped.

"Get back to the house now, I have more chores for you and Rigby." I was so embarrassed.

"Yeah I'll be there." I put the walkie-talkie back in my pocket. I covered my face in grief. Then I felt warm feathers on my shoulder. Margaret looked at me with caring eyes.

"It's okay Mordecai."

"Thanks." We stared into each other's eyes for a long time. I finally snapped out of it.

"Um well, I guess I'll see you guys later."

"See ya Mordecai," Eileen waved.

"See ya," I waved. "Hey Margaret?"

"Yeah?"

"We should hang out sometime. You know just for fun."

"I'd like that," she said softly.

"Cool. I'll catch you two later." I made my way back upstairs to the door."

"Bye Mordecai." They both yelled happily. Just when I was about to make it to the final step, I faintly heard Eileen tease Margaret, "He likes you." No Eileen. I love her.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :) If you didn't know, chez means house in French, so Chez Margaret means "houses of Margaret" or "Margaret's house" Leave all your reviews/suggestions/ in the review panel or pm if you like. The next chapter will be coming soon.