A Regular Day

MAY 23rd, 2011

I haven't had a morning like this in a while. I wake up knowing I have a chance for romance with Rhonda, the sun is out, and Rigby and I didn't even have that much of a workload. We went back into the house. Rigby played "Detective Man".

I sat next to him, watching him in amusement. "You know if I remember correctly, I thought you weren't interested in this game."

"It's actually pretty cool…Ohhhhhh! Got ya!" Rigby said to the screen. He proved a guy was lying.

"Told you."

"You seem to be in a good mood."

"I got a lot to be happy about. Remember how you used to tease me about Rhonda and I getting together?"

"Well yeah but…wait are you two?..."

"Not yet. We're thinking of getting together though."

Rigby stopped the game to focus on what I was saying, "How did it happen?"

"Surprisingly, she confessed to me first. She lives near the shore so hopefully we can meet during the summer."

"Well I'm happy for you dude."

"Thanks."

I texted Rhonda something to let her know I was still considering us being together.

[Me]: Hey Ronnie…sweetheart ;)

Innocent and cute.

Just then Benson walked by, about to head out the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"To the pawn shop; you want to come?"

"Sure thing, you want to come Rigby?"

He responded while playing the game, "Nah. Besides, I need to talk Eileen about something."

"Alright, see you later."

"Huh…so this is what it looks like," I commented. The pawn shop was simply called, "The Pawn Shop". It was located in a strip mall not too far from Margaret's house.

Benson and I walked in to the shop and was welcome with a very quiet, very calm atmosphere. The only thing I smelled was old wood and carpet.

Mr. Ken was behind the counter prepared to help out the next person to come in.

"Benson, back with more antiques?" He asked.

"Yep." Benson walked up to the counter. "And I'm sure they're worth a lot."

"Hey Mordecai, how's it going?" He asked me.

"Nothing much, you?" I ask.

"Feeling great." He focused his attention on the antiques Benson layed out on the counter. "Now, let's see…" While those two were bargaining, I took a look around the shop, but before I could really start browsing, I heard my name from a familiar voice.

"Mordecai, over here." I turned to the direction from where my name was called, which was at the back of the shop. It was Margaret.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I wanted to hang out with my Dad for a bit and get some work done at the same time."

"That's cool." Margaret was in the huge storage closet of the store. There were bags of snacks and candy on shelves where merchandise wasn't. When I asked where the story came from, she answered with a story from her past.

When she was little, she used to hang out with her Dad at the shop after school and did her homework in the storage closet. Her dad would fill the empty shelves with snacks for her. To this day, he still fills the shelves, just for memories.

"So is the project almost done?" I asked.

"Definitely, just a few more touches and some practice with the presentation and we should be set. And hey, maybe you can do that whole 'British' thing you did last time."

"Sounds good to me. So-"

"Hold that thought, I need to check my phone." She dug through her bag, tossing out what wasn't a phone.

"Papers…papers…some perfume from a cool guy." She looked up at me.

"Who?"

"You, remember?"

Oh yeah, I gave her that perfume from the party.

"My bad."

"So what we're you going to say?" Margaret asked.

"I was going to ask if I should come over to practice with you."

"Of course, this weekend, but it's best we meet at the library, just for some quiet."

I nodded, but then a flash of a memory came to mind. Last time Margaret and I hung out, Repar was there and nearly lost it. I can't handle seeing him again, at least not yet."

"Um…Margaret?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Mordecai, come on, we got to go." I heard Benson call out to me.

"…Never mind, I'll tell you later." I told Margaret.

"Okay, I'll see you this weekend."

Benson and I walked out of the shop and back to the park.

The rest of the day went smoothly, but I noticed one thing.

Rhonda never answered the text.

Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. The next chapter should be in a couple of days. It's certainly a chapter I've been waiting to write, ever since the beginning.