Spring Love, Summer Pain

Author's Note: I do not own Regular Show and its characters, JG Quintel does. This story is based off an actual experience that happened to me. Each character in this story represents someone in my life that was part of this experience. I take the role of Mordecai. No real names will be used. May contain disturbing content in later chapters.

The Calm Just Before the Storm

It was just a regular day here at the park. Surprising right? Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing supernatural, just regular. It's actually been like this for the past couple of days now and I absolutely hate it. I mean sure having all those weird adventures may have been scary at first, but looking back, it gives my life some character. I get out of bed and stretch. Rigby was still on the trampoline sleeping. (As always)

"Come on dude, get up," I said while shaking him lightly. He grunted and turned his back towards me.

"Seriously dude, wake up!"

Rigby opened his eyes lazily. "Just a little more time," he murmured.

"Ugh fine. But you'd better be up by the time I get out of the bathroom or else Benson will start yelling at us again." I left the room and left a crack in the door for Rigby so he wouldn't forget to wake up. I made my way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then washed my face. I dried off and looked in the mirror.

So what's on the agenda today Mordecai? I thought to myself. I couldn't really think of anything other than the work Benson would possibly assign us.

How about the coffee shop?

Hmm, that's if there's time.

I left the bathroom and went to the room to see if Rigby was still asleep. Surprisingly he wasn't. I heard the TV downstairs and it sounded like he was playing Shooter Booter 2 online. Never knew what he saw in that game series. It's practically the same thing every game. I sat next to him and watched him play. He was mowing down players one by one.

"How in the H is it that your good with this, but you can't play Dig Champs worth shit?" I laughed.

Rigby tried answering me while he was in the zone. "Because man…TAKE THAT NOOB! Because…this…is a man's game…I'm better with this…than that childish game you still play."

"Ok first off, what kind of bullshit excuse is that? Second off, Dig Champs isn't childish, it's a classic for all ages. Finally, a real man's game will be that new one coming in a couple of weeks, "Detective Man". I imitate a detective pointing a gun forward with my finger.

"That game looks lame."

"Dude have you seen the graphics? There supposed the best facial animations ever!"

"Yeah whatever…OH YEAH LEVEL 40!"

I rolled my eyes. I've been saving up all my paychecks for that game. Then I realized something. Benson hasn't come in yet, calling us slackers and telling us to get back to work. I make my way to the kitchen to see Skips sitting down reading the newspaper.

"Hey Skips, you've seen Benson?"

Skips answered with his eyes still on the paper. "He's out, getting some things for the house."

"Did he leave any chores for us to do?"

"Um…no not really. He didn't even have anything on his clipboard." What? No work? Benson must be easing off.

Well my day is free…what to do, what to do… The coffee shop!

"Hey Rigby! I'm going to the coffee shop, wanna tag along?"

"Sure dude, just one…more…thing. YEAH LEVEL 41!" Rigby made his famous shark face and started jumping up and down on the couch. "Ok man, let's go."

I laughed to myself.

He's gonna turn into one of those SB fanboys.

He turned off the game and we walked out to the golf cart. I took the wheel, and on our way out, of course, we had to run into Muscleman.

"Hey ladies where ya going?" He was playing catch with High-Five Ghost.

"None of your business," I said, not caring. I always hated running into him. Just hearing his voice or that annoying cry he does, just makes me want to punch him.

"Let me guess, you're gonna see that red robin chick, aren't you? You know you'll never get her right?" He laughed when I refused to answer. "What a loser! Come on High-Fives, lets go inside and play Shooters Booters 2!"

"You better not mess up my profile!" Rigby yelled.

"Hahaha catch you later dudes!" Muscleman and HGF ran towards the house and out of sight. Finally. I let go of the brake and drove out of the park. Rigby folded his arms.

"I swear if they mess up one thing-"

"Will you forget about that stupid game already? It's a nice day. The sun is out, the skies are clear; who needs some shooter when we got this." I pointed out of the cart. Absolutely no clouds. It was as if someone dusted the sky of all debris. The sun was as luminous as ever, and the leaves on the trees reflected that sunlight amazingly. "I haven't seen a day like this in a long time."

Rigby unfolded his arms and smiled lightly, "Yeah I guess."

"Now that's what I'm talking about! Sunlight!"

"Sunlight!"

"Ooooooohhhh!" We put our arms in the air and yelled. Just then the cart swerved and I realized I had let go of the steering wheel. I took back control and turned to Rigby to see his eyes widened and his fingernails digging into the cushion of the seat.

"Hehe sorry about that," I chuckled lightly.

We had made our way to the coffee shop and walked in. It was moderately filled; not to much to make it noisy and not to little to make it seem abandoned. Rigby and I took our regular seats.

"I wonder where Margaret is," I said while looking around.

"Probably in the kitchen like she should be!" Rigby joked. He started laughing, but I stared him down. Jokes like that would be funny if it was someone else he was talking about, but with Margaret it was personal. He realized this and got silent. But he was right though. Margaret had came out of the kitchen and saw us from behind the counter. She waved and walked towards us. I couldn't help but stare. Maybe it was her or it was just me in a great mood, but she looked stunning. I mean goddess level stunning. Whenever she walked by the windows, that beam of sunlight would glow on her feathers and make them glisten. Her eyes sparkled and her walk was graceful. In my eyes, it was like it was just me and her, and I got the front row seat to see such beauty. It seemed like she was walking in slow motion until her voice suddenly snapped me out of my trance.

"Hey! What can I get you guys?" She said while smiling.

I shook my head and blinked, gathering myself. "Oh um, just the usual hehe."

"Ok I'll be right back," She made her way back into the kitchen. I turned to Rigby seeing him snickering to himself.

"What?"

"Dude you were totally checking her out."

"So?"

"You looked like some caveman who just saw fire. Like 'uh uh uh'" He widened his eyes and gaped his mouth to imitate. I punched him in the shoulder. "OW!" he yelled. "Your just mad because you know I'm right." Yeah…he was right on that part.

Moments later Margaret came back with our coffee. "Here you go guys. Enjoy!" She put our mugs on the table, and for some reason put her wings on my head. She then started playing with the two spikes I had on my head. God it felt good. I couldn't help but giggle a little, because it tickled so much. It's strange actually, she had been doing this for a while now. Never quite understood it, but hey, I'm not complaining. She slowly took her wings away, and smiled at me. I smiled back. She walked away to serve the other customers.

"Aw she like you, she likes you," Rigby teased.

"Yeah I wish. She was probably just in a good mood or something. Besides, she probably has a boyfriend anyway."

"That never stops a woman from flirting though."

"Yeah I guess your right."

After thirty minutes Rigby and I were ready to go and see if there was anything else to do around town. Rigby went to the cart while I went to the counter and paid the bill. Margaret accepted the money, but had a sad expression on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh it's nothing," she answered sadly.

"Come on Margaret, I don't like seeing you sad. I want to help." Whoa I thought to myself. I swear ever since that camping trip I've been a little more open with her, even if it was small things like that.

"It's just this frickin' project I have to do for my class. I try to make time for it, but when I get off work I'm too tired to do it."

"Do you have any one to help you?"

"No not really. Eillen's at her cousin's right now, and my boyfriend Repar is busy with his own work."

"Repar?"

"Yeah I know, it's weird. Anyway yeah that's my issue."

"Maybe I can help."

"Really Mordecai?" Her eyes brightened again.

"Yeah, I mean I don't have much work to do, and besides I'd love to help you."

Love…if only.

"Oh thank you Mordecai!" She went from behind the counter and hugged me. I slowly wrapped my arms around her, but tried to make it friendly so I wouldn't creep her out.

Alright Mordecai, don't get too excited.

We both let go of each other at the same. Margaret pulled out her notepad and wrote something down, then handed it to me. Her number.

Ooooohhhh!

"Call me tomorrow and I'll pick you up so we can go to the library.

"Ah sure," I stuttered.

"Cool see ya later." She waved, then went back to serve the other customers. I walked out in absolute disbelief. First she plays with my hair, then she hugs me, and now she gives me her number? How effing lucky is that? I made my way to the cart and sat down, still awestruck.

"Dude what took you so long?" Rigby asked slightly annoyed. I explained to him everything that happened.

"Dude you could actually make your move!"

"Yeah, but she has a boyfriend. I have to respect that."

"Yeah, but you could be her side boyfriend in case things don't work out between those two."

"I don't know man. I mean I'm lucky enough to get her number. That's enough for now. I need to take baby steps."

"Suit yourself."

Rigby had a point though. I mean she always ended up dumping her boyfriends every week because they'd be complete jerks. I've never been a jerk to her though. I've always respected her and cared about her. The whole side boyfriend thing wasn't such a bad idea, but for now, I was lucky with what I got.

We arrived at the park later on, after realizing there was nothing else to do around town. Benson, Skips, Pops were all in the living room watching TV.

"Aw what? I was gonna play Shooter Booter," Rigby whined.

"Oh Shooter Booter? That sounds fun! Ahahaha!" Pops exclaimed.

"You don't want to play that Pops. It's just some stupid video game," Benson said plainly. I had to hold Rigby back, because it seemed like he was about to tackle him. Rigby had put in almost fifty hours into that game, so for anyone to call it less that awesome was an insult.

"It's not that bad Benson, you should give it a chance," Skips said. Pops chimed in.

"Oh yes it could be fun."

"Fine if you want to play some mindless game be my guest. I'm going to my office." The rest of us sat down and played happily. Well I just watched anyway. I didn't care about the game, I just couldn't wait for tomorrow.

I will try and update every weekend if possible and after more reviews. If you noticed any made up games names correlating to actual ones, good eye. Shooter Booter matching to Call of Duty, and Detective Man matching to L.A . Noire. Both of which I do not own. I am in no way trying to sell/market any of these games. This is just another way of emphasizing that this story was based off my real life, and how they are simply sub-plots to the story. Please leave a review and I hope you've enjoyed the light heartiness of this chapter, cause like the title states, it's the calm just before the storm…