Author's Note: The next few chapters may or may not be short, but are rich in content. Also, two things: I have a published a new Regular Show story. It's completely unrelated to this story. Number two, some of my readers have been asking me why this story is rated-M. Well this is a mature story, but I think one of the questions I have gotten is, "Will there be a lemon?" I shall answer that question now. Yes there will be. I won't tell when or why, but there will be. :) Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

The Power of Texts

APRIL 11th, 2011

Things ran normally at the park after the funeral. Just a little more quiet now is all. Today in general was just boring: Nothing to do, not even anything on TV could change that. I sat in the living room when the sun was setting in the late evening, bringing in an orange light into the room. I gazed out the window to see the now darker sun setting behind the trees. I couldn't help but smile; there was just nothing like a sunset that brought me in a better mood. No matter how much of a bad or boring day you're having, a sunset reminds you it's the end of the day and a new fresh day will await you. My cell phone vibrated on the coffee table. It was Margaret.

[Margaret]: Hey.

[Me]: What's up?

[Margaret]: Nothing much. You?

[Me]: Bored, but calm.

[Margaret]: Well at least you're relaxed. Hey can I ask you for a favor?

[Me]: What?

[Margaret]: You and I worked well with that project we did. Think you could help me with future projects if I need it?

Why is my body temperature rising? No! Stop thinking like that.

[Me]: Sure.

[Margaret]: Thanks!

[Me]: It would be great to work with you.

[Margaret]: I'm not that smart though.

I couldn't stand seeing that. She is smart and I'd let you her know that.

[Me]: You are smart. You buckled down and took charge. I've never seen a girl so into her work and being so independent.

[Margaret]: Aww, thanks Mordecai :)

[Me]: Yeah, I've worked with a lot of people in projects before, and I'm the only one doing most of the work. That changed with you.

[Margaret]: Awwww, thank you.

This was getting too easy, but then I stopped myself. I couldn't help but remember April 1st. I mean was I flirting with her? Was I making her uncomfortable? Only one way to find out.

[Me]: What can I say, the compliments won't stop. Omg I'm sorry.

I had to say that. Just in case she didn't like that.

[Margaret]: Why are you sorry?

I had to let her know what was going on, what I was thinking.

[Me]: Well, after that day…that I confessed. It just feels weird, it feels like I'm flirting with you and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

I sent the message, not looking at my phone. I was afraid what I'd get back. That's the thing about texts; once you send it, there's no going back.

[Margaret]: Mordecai, I'm not uncomfortable. It's fine. You won't believe how many guys are my friends, but still try to flirt with me.

Oh really? I had no idea.

[Me]: I know. It's just the side of me…

[Margaret]: What side?

[Me]: Well one side of me knows we're just friends, while the other side of me wants more. Just doesn't want me to forget.

[Margaret]: Mordecai, that's cute. I know what you mean .I've dealt with this kind of thing with other guys before. You'll get over me.

[Me]: I hope so. I mean do you know how hard it would be to love someone else, while I feel the way I feel for you.

Am I really saying this?

[Margaret]: I completely understand. Mordecai, you can talk to me about anything. Look, maybe you don't even like me. Maybe it's just because I'm different from the other girls you meet.

[Me]: That may be it. After all, when I used to confess my feelings to other girls, they just shrugged it off and acted like it was nothing. You were different; sincere and compassionate about it.

[Margaret]: That's because I hate people like that! People who instantly judge you. You're such a nice guy. You're always quiet, but once you're relaxed, you show you more crazy side and I mean that in a good way.

[Me]: I'm a very shy guy. I just get so afraid of what others might think: I kind of just keep it safe. That's how I was with you.

[Margaret]: Well it's time to have some confidence. :) Stand tall and show your inner weird.

[Me]: Trust me, there's no shortage of that here lol

[Margaret]: Yeah, I think I can relate to that a little ;)

I'm guessing she remembered the whole "Solids" thing.

Just then, Benson came into the room.

"Hey Mordecai, I'm taking the guys out to eat. Wanna come along?"

"Wait, what's the occasion?" I asked.

"Well after all that's happened…. I figured we'd just have some downtime you know, something to recharge our batteries."

I smiled lightly at him, "I'd like that."

"Well get ready, we'll be leaving in five. We have to get there early so we can find some good seats." He walked away and into the kitchen to get his keys.

"Yeah, I'll be ready." I took some time to remember the conversation Margaret and I just had. And to think, it was all through texts! I couldn't thank her enough for how much she made me feel just a little bit better.

[Me]: I gotta go. My boss is taking us all out to dinner.

[Margaret]: Cool, have fun.

[Me]: Yeah, and Margaret, thanks for the talk…You're a true friend.

[Margaret]: Whenever you need to talk about anything, I'm here.

[Me]: And I'm glad you are. :) I'll talk to you later.

[Margaret]: See ya.

Was I true with my words though? Do I only consider her just a friend? I mean a love this strong can't pass over night. I don't think I've ever felt this strongly for someone else. And me not seeing her boyfriend yet also adds to it. What if he wasn't right for her, then I'd be more entitled to be with her. No matter what would happen, I would still love her.

As a friend or as something more, I would still love her.