theme: fruit stripe gum
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Could you give that stuff a rest, Rigby?" Margaret asked, rolling her eyes.
"How about you give your face a rest?" he spat back at her. He continued to annoy her from the back seat.
"Shut up, Rigby. She's right; you're just being a pain," Mordecai snapped, glaring back at him.
"Man, I wasn't even talking."
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Is this what I get for driving?" Margaret sighed, narrowing her eyes.
In the backseat, Rigby was crammed next to Eileen, continuing to drive everyone else insane.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Eileen had her hands on her temples, desperately trying to not develop a headache.
Rigby's impulsive chewing of his Fruit Stripe gum was getting annoying.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
She was reaching the end of her rope.
If she heard that chomping one more time...
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Rigby, I swear! Just at least chew with your mouth closed! I'm not asking for much, but please! STOP!" Eileen blurted out.
Everyone in the car was surprised, gazing at one another for some kind of answer.
Rigby was a little thrown off guard as well.
He had stopped chewing.
Eileen felt the blood rise to her cheeks, obviously embarrassed over the awkward tension she had created.
The drove home from the Twin Peaks mall in silence.
Rigby, after a few minutes, carried on, as if he had forgotten that Eileen had yelled at him.
He pulled out his pack of Fruit Stripe and turned to her.
"Here. Have the rest," he insisted, dumping several pieces of gum into her lap.
"I saved all of the cherry ones," Rigby told her.
"What? Why?"
"I know that they're your favorite."