Eileen: Changes
** I don't own regular show or any rights or anything like that. It belongs to J.G. Quintel, Cartoon Network and friends so….yea. This is the first chapter of my story. It's also my first story. I've got a beginning and end, but how I get there is sort of up in the air so…yea. Anyway, enjoy.
What makes something regular? Who in the name of Quintel decides all of this? The truth is, there no such thing as regular. Just common, or rather what is perceived by most as common or normal, and most people can't help but mix up regular and normal.
Run-Around
"I need one Caramel Macchiato: extra foam with a vanilla shot, two Oolong teas, and a coke," the red avian belted to the kitchen. Ever since her promotion, Margret as really rose up to the challenge of running the shop to its fullest extent (but she not the focus of this story is she).
"Coming right up," said the mole busily working. Eileen is a mole with a dash of human and beaver. The shop was busy today and she was having trouble keeping up with all the orders. It was Open Mic Nite today so that much was expected. Margret's ex, Angel, was on stage singing some song about lying under a sycamore. The ever growing line of people didn't seem that interested but the patrons sitting at tables were infatuated. This didn't make it any easier on the two girls as they hurried along making the different varieties of drinks availably at this shop.
The shop always seemed to be a safe haven for both the girls even though they work their fingers to the bone. It brought out the best in them, especially Eileen considering what she's usually like. Eileen is a quirky, shy, and reserved girl, but her intelligence makes up for it. Not to mention she constantly surprises her friends with her skills. She got the job working at the Coffee Shop about two years ago. She still remembers what it was like moving here….
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"Ugh! Why are we moving?" sighed the unhappy mole. She was resting her head miserably on the door of her parents mini-van.
"It'll be okay," said her half mole half beaver mom. "You'll make new friends."
"Besides," said her dad who is a mole with a quarter human. "This move will work out for us and my restaurant. There's more of our family around, and it's a better location in general."
"My friends were my family too." said the young mole as her glasses slipped. She pushed them up and started to mess with one of the two pony tails on her head.
"I know your upset, but it's the first day of school, and as your mother I suggest you cheer up."
"But it's senior year. No one's gonna talk to me and plus I'll be behind on school work and stuff." Her parent gave her a funny look when she complained about school work. Considering how studious she was, that wasn't going to be a problem. Especially considering she called the school in advance herself to see what they went over and studied there. Eileen saw this and quickly shut-up, but she still felt bad about this town. Twin Pines was one of the only places humans and anthros lived together without problems, so already it wasn't a regular town. Then again, she wasn't a regular girl.
She…
She…
Me…
"What's the hold up?" screamed Margret, snapping Eileen back to reality.
"Sorry, I got them right here." She handed the order to Margret who quickly went out to give it the impatient dog at the counter.
"Thank you come again." said the bird
"Yea right" growled the dog as she exited the store with her order
"What a bitch."
"Literally." said three voices at the same time. Eileen looked up at the familiar voices that spoke along with her. The two men were busy laughing along with Margret. The taller blue fowl had a little chuckle and was facing toward Margret while the shorter brown raccoon leaned on the counter facing looking at the door laughing at the dog with a smug look. The raccoon didn't hear the mole swoon from the other side of the counter as she blushed at the sight of her love. Angel finally finished his song as the audience applauded quietly. I walked on stage, a wolf with deep brown fur, a pair goggles on his head, a fingerless glove and a blue open vest walked on stage with a stereo and a flute. My introduction was muffled out by the audience, so the group didn't hear me. Apparently, it was good enough to get the attention of most of the costumers. I then started my stereo. A guitar was being strummed and I started to perform an up-beat country-like solo on my flute.
"Hey Margret" Mordecai said.
"Hey Mordecai and Rigby," Rigby nodded with a smile and looked away. "The usual?"
"You know it." Margaret presumed to get two cups of some mystery coffee related drink and hand it to them.
"Thanks." said Mordecai handing her some money.
"Oh don't bother. This one is on the house."
"Cool," chimed Rigby. The guys them did their signature "OOOOOOOOH" and the girls couldn't help but giggle.
"H…hey…Rigby," Eileen finally said. Rigby gave her a smile and started to walk away with Mordecai to a table. She sighed as she went to the cash register, but apparently everyone had been served and seeing as I was the last act of the night, no one else bothered to come in. It was almost closing time so Eileen decided to listen to the song I was singing. She immediately recognized it and started to sing along in her head. As I sang the words, her mind started to wander.
Once upon a midnight dreary
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
Of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yeah humor me and tell me lies
My voice was more soulful than country, but it still suited the song just as well. As Eileen listened, her eyes couldn't help but move to Rigby as the wolf sang and played flute to one of her favorite songs. Her focus was completely on him was on him. I was singing and couldn't help but notice how oblivious the raccoon was to Eileen's gaze. Can't he sense it: the love and compassion coming out of her eyes? Maybe I'll mention it when I meet them…eventually.
And I'll lie too and say I don't mind
And as we seek so shall we find
And when you're feeling open I'll still be here
But not without a certain degree of fear
Of what will be with you and me
I still can see things hopefully
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down
As her mind started to wander, she couldn't help but thing of Rigby. His looks, his voice, his dashing smile, and his crude but funny sense of humor all went through the moles mind. She thought of asking the mammal out but…
And shake me and my confidence
About a great many things
But I've been there I can see it cower
Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings
Of a bad play where the heroes are right
And nobody thinks or expects too much
And Hollywood's calling for the movie rights
Singing hey babe let's keep in touch
Hey baby let's keep in touch
Eileen started to imagine if it was Rigby singing this to her and they were a couple. It was really corny, but she didn't care. She was inspired by the song as I approached the climax of the song.
But I want more than a touch I want you to reach me
And show me all the things no one else can see
So what you feel becomes mine as well
And soon if we're lucky we'd be unable to tell
What's yours and mine the fishing's fine
And it doesn't have to rhyme so don't feed me a line
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down
I brought up my flute and proceeded to match the harmonica solo from the original song almost identically but with my own flair. I couldn't help but look over at Eileen once more. Her mind was in a tizzy of images as it went on. She imagined her and Rigby together out on the town having a great time: laughing, dancing, playing, and loving each other's company…each other. She was in such bliss that a sigh escaped her mouth. Margret and Mordecai took notice and looked over at her and who she was staring at: Rigby. They couldn't help but smile at Eileen and her story-book style love for
Rigby. They wonder if he will ever notice Eileen's obvious love and do something about it. But for now, I guess all they can do is sit and watch me sing. I'll try and make this obvious for Rigby.
Tra la la la la bomba dear this is the pilot speaking Oh I like coffee
And I've got some news for you
It seems my ship still stands no matter what you drop
And there ain't a whole lot that you can do
Oh sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
Yeah, I will drink in and always be full
And I like tea
I'd like to be able to enter a final plea
I still got this dream that you just can't shake
I love you to the point you can no longer take
Well all right okay
So be that way
I hope and pray
That there's something left to say
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down
But you
Why you wanna give me a run-around
Is it a sure-fire way to speed things up
When all it does is slow me down.
The audience applauded and Margret got on stage and I sat down "Thank you for coming to the Coffee Shop. Unfortunately, it's closing time. Good Night and have a safe trip home"
The various patrons along with me proceeded to leave except for Mordecai and Rigby. I don't think Rigby got the hint…oh well. I'll try again later.
"That guy was good with a flute" said Rigby
"Yeaaaaaa-yuuuuuuh" yelled Mordecai.
"It was really nice" agreed Margret
"Yea," said Eileen. "He was really good.
"Well," Mordecai exclaimed. "We better go. Benson will get mad if we don't hurry.
"Who cares," growled Rigby, Mordecai hit him in the harm. "OW"
"Not cool dude, you wanna get fired"
"He won't fire us."
"Whatever…" Mordecai said as he rolled his eyes. "Well, bye guys"
Eileen and Margret said their good byes as the guys put on their coats and headed into the light snow. After the girls and finished cleaning up and but the money from today in the safe, they locked up and ascended up the stairs.
"I'll see you later Eileen"
"Okay. Bye" Split of two different sides of the street and walk home. As Eileen walked home she passed the park. It was hazy, but she could see Rigby and Mordecai getting out of the golf cart and walking into the house, but not before Mordecai shoved Rigby into the snow and a small snowball fight proceeded. As they walked in Eileen couldn't help but feel that it was kind of creepy watching them like that, but she couldn't help it. She wanted that kind of happiness. She deserves it…right? A shiver interrupted her thoughts as she looked up to the sky. It was getting dark so she hurried to her house. The whole way she couldn't help but think of happiness. Happiness with Rigby.
When Eileen got home she removed her jacket and went to her room. She got out the book, Catcher in The Rye and started to read. Or she tried to read rather. Her mind started to drift back to Rigby. Why does she like Rigby? He so rude and rebellious a…and free…and…funny and… Why doesn't he notice her? Is it intentionally? Is he trying to make her suffer? "Nah…he's just Rigby…" She thought. "And I'm just Eileen." She yawned as she slowly drifted off to sleep. It's been a long day. She was ready for some well-deserved rest.
Run Around-Blues Travelers
Whelp…..there you go. This is my first chapter. You like it? I hope so. If you don't, tell me what to change. I'm open to all suggestions. Got any questions? Tell me in the review or email me.
If you guys were confused, the wolf in the story is my first OC. He's the omniscient narrator of the story but is also a character in it. If you've ever read or have seen the Book/Play Our Town, he's supposed to have a role similar to the stage manager in their story. He's part of the story, but knows what the characters are thinking and doing.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Again I'm open to all suggestions.
So until my next chapter…
Be Fun…
Be Free…
Be Fic-ers.