Geez... how long has it been since I sat down and just... wrote. I've been having the summer of my life, but I'm seriously glad to be back in my studies. Life is good for me. ;3 Well, during summer break, I made plenty a revisions to some of my stories. I also made some character changes to my OC, and the visual changes would be uploaded later on my deviantART. Right now though, I re-read my story, "A Terrible Day that Deserves No Name." And... it's terrible. Half of the time, it was written while I was half asleep, and it just felt all jumbled and spontaneous to me. Not to mention melodramatic... -_-. So consider this a "re-write" of sorts. Hopefully, I'll be able to introduce my OC this time around. Well anyways, enjoy.
It rose.
A golden globe rose into the pitch black sky.
The sky became many shades of colors. Blues, oranges, reds, pinks, and so forth.
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It was dawn.
It was dawn like any other day.
The sun raised up near the horizon of perspective, as it's rays shone down and gave everything color.
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It was morning.
It was morning in a small town. A town like any other. There were people that lived in the town. Many kinds of people. People who were either working, engaging in leisure activities, and so forth. It was as if, people lived in bubbles. Bubbles that could connect with each other at some times. But most of the time, they existed separately. It wasn't like people didn't notice each other. They just never thought of each other. They just never... KNEW each other. But, that's life. Many people say they meet others by accident, many others say that it was fate. Whatever it is, people meet. Even on a morning, as normal as this one.
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It's late...
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Oh god, it's late...
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"Rigby! Dude, wake up we're late!"
A blue jay shouted as he nudged a sleeping raccoon, hoping he would wake up. The raccoon snored loudly, but after a couple of nudges, the raccoon eventually woke up. Tired, he rubbed his eyes as he rose from his trampoline... bed. He yawned loudly, and then scratched his back until he finally stood on his two feet. Errr... paws.
Rigby opened his eyes, as he saw his friend, Mordecai, who seemed a bit nervous about something. It looked like he was biting his lips...err beak. What could he possibly been worried about?
"Dude, what?" Rigby said, as he yawned once more. What could Mordecai be possibly so worked up for? Was he going on a date or something? Were they going to a party? Did he want to buy a video game they were saving up for? Seriously, what was he so worked up for...?
"C'mon, dude. We were suppose to go mow the lawn with Benson right now!" Mordecai blurted.
...Oh.
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Oh, that's right! It was their turn to mow the lawn this week.
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Well, no use stressing out about it. Rigby stretched out a bit more, as he grabbed a conveniently placed soda from his trampoline-bedside. He opened the can, and began guzzling it down like the glutton he was. Man, did it taste great. Nothing beats a room-temp soda to wake you up in the morning. As he finished his soda, Rigby noticed that Mordecai's face went from his natural blue color, to a cherry red color. Man, he looked like he was gonna blow steam out of his ears.
"Sooo...hey, after we finish mowing, wanna go down to the coffee shop or somethi-"
Before Rigby could finish his invitation, Mordecai grabbed the raccoon by the arm, and began rushing out of their room, and down the stairs. Rigby was literally being carried like a football, as Mordecai carelessly ran through the stairs. Rigby forgot how small he really was. No wonder nobody ever takes him seriously. Maybe if he started wearing tall shoes...
But before Rigby finished his musings, Mordecai started running outside and down the house steps. However, since he was in such a rush, Mordecai didn't notice a hole in the planks where he stepped on and fell down said steps. Rigby went falling after, as the soda he held in his hand went flying out. Rigby soon fell flat on his stomach, as he and Mordecai felt the staggering pain building up on the areas they fell on.
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...Oww...
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Hey, where'd that soda go?
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CLANK.
A clanking sound came from somewhere. It sounded like a metal can hitting something made out of... glass...
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...oh crap.
Rigby looked up, as he saw Benson, his gumball machine boss, crossing his arms with a clipboard in hand, while a soda can dripped its contents on his head. Man, he looked pissed. Mordecai saw Benson, as he instantly stood up, hoping he wasn't too mad.
"Benson, heh heh... ummm... ready to mow the lawn, dude?" Mordecai stammered. A nervous, toothy smile was on his face, while Benson continued to glare at him.
"I was ready two hours ago." Benson grumbled, as his face began to glow physically red. You could hear the gumballs rattling in his head, as he grinded his teeth while giving Mordecai that awful glare. Was he always like this? Well, whatever... Rigby just decided to stand up and try to alleviate the situation.
"Hey Benson, I didn't know you could drink soda like that." Rigby jokingly stated, throwing a half-assed chuckle while he was at it.
Benson then looked down at the raccoon, and smacked him down on the head with his clipboard. Rigby then fell down on his rear, as he felt a massive, swelling pain form on his head.
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Owww...
"Next time, don't let your drinks hit me on my face, UNDERSTAND?" Benson shouted, as his face grew dark red. Now his gumballs bounced more frantically, as it sounded more like a rattle than anything else.
Heh heh, a Benson rattle...
After a couple of deep breaths, Benson returned back to his normal, pink color. It looked like all he needed was to vent out anger, really. But did he have to hit Rigby so hard with that clipboard? Rigby could feel the swelling pain just go up more and more. It's like if an anvil hit him on the head. A rusty, old, spiky anvil, that probably left the world's largest bump on his raccoon head.
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Or, he could just be exaggerating...
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...nah.
Benson gave one more deep breath, as he started to glare at Mordecai some more. It looked like Mordecai was chuckling a bit after seeing his friend get smacked by his boss with a clipboard, and he also seemed to have relaxed a bit. It looks like both Mordecai and Benson calmed down.. Mission complete... I guess... owww... the pain just kept swelling on his forehead...
"Well, since you two seem to be fine with sleeping out on your chores, AND spilling soda on my head, I guess you wouldn't mind if I, oh I don't know, take your weekend off." Benson angrily threatened the duo, as he started to head towards the house. To Rigby, it seemed that Benson's threats seemed to be less and less threatening. Probably cause the guy gave them to him every day. And for every single little screw up, too.
" N..no need, Benson. We'll get started on the lawn right now. Right Rigby?" Mordecai stated, as he nudged the raccoon who was lying on the floor.
"Uhh... sure... I guess..." Rigby weakly said, as he rubbed his head, hoping the pain would go away. God, why won't it stop hurting...?
Benson just stared at the two, until he just sighed and said. "Fine. I'll go get the lawnmower. Just don't let this happen. AGAIN." It's funny how quiet Benson could be for one second, and how angry he can get the next. Maybe it's something genetic...
Well anyways, Benson told the two mow the northern section of the park. Apparently, there were complaints about tall grass causing people to trip. So now the blue jay and raccoon have to spend the afternoon cutting away at tall grass while the hot sun beamed on their heads. Fun. Benson said as punishment, the two were going to mow the lawn by themselves. He figured that this should be an "incentive" to get them to wake up earlier. The gumball machine then just walked away into the park. Probably to check up on the other employees. All three of them. Mordecai seemed to have cooled down as he removed fake sweat from his forehead as a sign of relief. He then turned around to Rigby, and helped him back up.
"Dude, do you ever get sick of it?" Mordecai asked. He had a genuinely happy smile on his face when he asked this. It seemed like he's back to his good old self...for now.
"Urgh...totally. Benson needs anger management classes. Badly." Rigby said in an irked tone. He knew Mordecai was talking about the constant insults and the occasional smacks on the head. The blue jay gets his fair share of insults, so it's obvious he just wants to complain about it for a bit with him. Mordecai started laughing though. Like if someone told him a really good joke.
"No dude." Mordecai started, as he finished up laughing "I mean acting so stupid all the time, man. Don't you ever get sick of it?"
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"Dude, shut up." Rigby grumbled, both out of pain, and out of annoyance. "I'm not in the mood, man. My head's hurting so much now..." It probably wasn't as bad as Rigby makes it out, but the bump definitely hurt like "H". Mordecai started laughing again. The jerk...
"Dude, I'm pretty sure that bump doesn't hurt as much as you think. God, you can't take a punch." Mordecai said, as he continued laughing. He then stopped and walked up to Rigby, and the noogied the raccoon, much to Rigby's dismay. Like the clipboard wasn't enough...
"Stop it, man! C..can't we just start mowing the stupid lawn already?" Rigby whined as Mordecai continued to noogie him. Seriously, it's got to be his size. If he wasn't so short, Rigby would probably be king of the world. Maybe if he wore cowboy boots. Yeah... cowboy boots.
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...Oh! Yeah, the lawn. Rigby pushed away Mordecai as he rubbed his head some more. Thankfully, Benson pulled out the red lawnmower earlier, so the two didn't have to bother with looking for it in the garage. It was right in front of them where they were standing. Rigby ran up and tried to push it out on the grass. Mordecai just stared as he smiled and saw Rigby's masculine demonstration of masculinity. The raccoon pushed the lawnmower all the way to the grass, and mowed the lawn 5 times in a row. Truly, he was the epitome of masculinity.
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...Well, it FELT that way.
No, in actuality, Rigby couldn't even move the lawnmower from an inch. He just pushed his scrawny little arms on the red mower, hoping it would eventually nudge. The lawnmower was probably broken. That's why it didn't budge. Yeah, totally broken. Mordecai then walked over to the lawnmower, innocent smile and arms behind his back. He softly pushed Rigby out of the way, and grabbed on to the tall handlebar of the lawnmower. If he was trying to move the lawnmower, he should just give up. Seriously, if Rigby couldn't move it, no one can. He then saw Mordecai pushing the handlebar and the lawnmower...
...was moving!
Yeah, it was moving! Mordecai moved all the way to the northern lawn, as Rigby just stayed flabbergasted, amazed at Mordecai's feat. In all honestly, how could he not moved it. He was Rigby!
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Oh crap. Mordecai was probably 500 feet away from Rigby. The raccoon started rushing on all fours, as he caught up with the smiling blue jay.
"Dude! How'd you move that thing? It's like...500 tons, man! How?" The raccoon boldly complained, as he got back on his two from paw... feet.
"Maybe cause I grabbed the handlebar." Mordecai sarcastically stated, as he continued to push the lawnmower. He started up the engine, as the mower roared and growled. Rawr.
"Man, I wish I was tall. Like, tall like you, dude." Rigby said frustratingly. Could you blame him? He's a short, dim-witted, little raccoon. Did I mention he was short?
"Nah man, it won't work that way. I'm the tall dude, and you're the little guy. Simple as that." That comment almost made Rigby hurl. Seriously, little guy, blech...
"Dude, do I have to be the little guy? I hate being the little guy..." Rigby continued to complain. He'd elaborate on WHY he hated being short, but things would get... awkward.
"Relax man. That's just who you are. No use fighting it." Mordecai calmly told his friend, as he continued mowing the lawn. "C'mon, just hop on the mower and let me do the work." The blue jay offered.
Rigby almost never got to sit on lawnmower duty... why is Mordecai suddenly cool with it today?
"Uhhh...can I?" Rigby asked, in a semi-quiet tone.
"Sure. Just consider it as a thanks for taking the clipboard for me." Mordecai jokingly stated, as he stood and waited for Rigby to sit on the lawnmower.
Did Mordecai REALLY had to remind him of the clipboard. Ughh... he forgot about the bump for a while, but now... urghhhh...
"Thanks, man." Rigby said tiredly, as he jumped on the lawnmower. Mordecai then started mowing again, as Rigby felt the roaring of the mower's engine. Rawr. It felt like Rigby was riding a bull. Yeah... bull rider Rigby in the house...
Some days, Rigby hated Mordecai's smug hipster-like attitude. Other days, he just wouldn't be the same without it. Crazy how much he can be irked by, yet at the same time chill with his bro. His tall, smart, awesome bro...
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Mordecai...
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A sudden weird feeling came over Rigby. As if, some creeper was following him. Thing was, he felt a faint gush of wind from the left of his side...
...whatever. It's probably nothing...
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...Is that an... ear? Sticking out of the bushes? There really was something sticking out of the bushes. It looked like a... dog's ear...
"Hey Mordecai, do you see that ear in the bushes?" Rigby asked, as Mordecai turned to look at the bush's direction. He did see an ear popping out of it, but for some reason, he wasn't worried.
"Ehh, it's probably just a bum. relax, dude." Mordecai said, carefree as always.
It probably was just a bum. Bums have a natural tendency to sleep in public parks, y'know. It's like a radar they have in their minds. Kinda like a microchip...
...well, at least that's what he saw on TV...
...in a cartoon...
...during Saturday morning...
...Was it just Rigby, or was that ear... following him...?
Blarg. I'm done. I'm really happy on how this one's starting. Just a heads up, I'm sticking with one character only when writing this story, unlike the original where I tried to write in all the characters. By the way, 5 bucks says Rigby's got ADD. Dunno why, just a gut feeling. And yeah, it's still Mordecai X Rigby. Still refuse to write any sex scenes. -_- All character studies up in this S. Well, I'll update when I feel like it. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish this story. Later.
- Mr. P