A/N: My first Regular Show fanfiction. Anyway, I'm surprised by the lack of stories regarding the episode of Merry Christmas Mordecai. In all honesty, it's not hard to make at least a one-shot from that ending. This might be a series, I don't know, but my priority is my Harry Potter fanfic. I'm planning on making versions all the way down to year 7, so I got work to do. This will be a side thing. The chapters won't be too long, but I'll try to make them as extensive as I can. Anyway, lets get started.

Mordecai sighed and rubbed his eyes as they had been bothering him immensely. After hours of calling CJ on her phone and no answer, not to mention the kiss with Margaret was haunting him from dusk till dawn, the blue jay was physically and emotionally exhausted.

Mordecai knew he would need coffee to get through the day, but he didn't want to risk running into Margaret on the way. Honestly, the conflict in him was driving him insane and he felt as if he would die of stress within the week. But he decided to go anyway. He knew if he didn't work, Benson would tear strips out of his hide.

It was barely 6 in the morning, which is right at opening. Mordecai took the cart toward the shop and walked inside.

"Mordecai? Didn't expect you to be here," Eileen said.

"Trust me, I'd avoid here if I could help it, but I'm so tired from staying up all night and I'm not going to get through the day unless I get some coffee. Above all things, an angry Benson is something I can't handle while I'm so tired. 2 cups please?" Mordecai asked.

"Yeah, sure. It's 5 bucks," Eileen said.

Mordecai handed her the 5 and she went to go make the coffee. Mordecai ran his hands down his numb face, hoping to help with his lack of sleep. It didn't help.

Eileen came back with the coffee and Mordecai nearly ran out of the store as soon as he got his coffee.

"Wait, Mordecai! I need to talk to you! Eileen yelled. Mordecai stopped at the door and turned to face her.

"What is it?" Mordecai said in an exhausted voice.

"Look, what happened at the party?" Eileen asked.

"You know what happened," Mordecai said.

"It's not really what happened. It's why. I mean, I thought you liked CJ and I thought Margaret respected that you moved on," Eileen said.

"We did! At least, we thought we did, I guess?" Mordecai said in an unsure voice. "I'm not sure when it happened. I mean, we talked about why I was acting all awkward, we started looking back on some of the good times, and a second later, I'm kissing her! I mean, I don't know how that happened. I didn't even notice! The look on CJ's face... God, I feel like a horrible person."

"No one deserves to be done like that. Don't bother to try and move on if you're still clinging to the past," Eileen explained.

"CHRIST EILEEN, YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THIS? I THOUGHT I WAS OVER IT, BUT I'M NOT SURE ANYMORE! YOU DON'T THINK I'M DEALING WITH ENOUGH KNOWING WHAT I DID?!" Mordecai yelled. The exhaustion was now gone and replaced with fury and self-resentment.

Eileen flinched from his tone and looked at Mordecai sadly.

"I'm sorry about that, but this needs to be resolved ASAP. Have you talked to CJ?" Eileen asked.

"I was up all night trying to call her. I was going to try and go to her house after work," Mordecai said.

"That's the thing. Don't go there until you've established exactly what you feel for Margaret. Otherwise, this might happen again, but this time, things will be beyond reparation," Eileen said.

Mordecai sighed and started walking toward the door. But before he left, he looked back.

"That's the thing Eileen. I'm not sure what I still feel for her," he said, leaving the shop.

Eileen sighed and faced the entrance to the back room. Margaret walked out with a hesitant look.

"Was that the answer you were looking for?" Eileen asked.

"Not really. I'm dealing with the same thing he is. I don't want to come between him and CJ," Margaret said.

"The thing is, you can't help that if he's still got feelings for you," Eileen said. "Whichever way this ends, I don't think it will be quick and clean."

A/N: Follow and favorite the story if you liked the first chapter and would like to see more. Don't forget a side of reviews. I have to know if I'm wasting time with this. If it's got at least a few good responses before New Years, then I'll work on the next chapter. Until then, peace peoples.