About Last Night

Chapter 12

Soon a few hours clicked by as Mordecai and Rigby begin to clean the house in a much detailed and thorough manner.

By first sweeping off the wooden floorboards with a couple of brooms.

Followed by a good measure of vacuuming through the leftover crumbs and carpet.

Before using furniture polish and other cleaning supplies to cover the rest of the household. 

Until they were able to finish off the last of their 'chores' with dusting off of the ceiling fans and windowsills.

All of which, were done quietly without much noisy conversation to distract them from wasting any more time.

Probably due to the known fact that they would have their heads yelled at, if they don't  complete their jobs on time.

Among many other reasons in their mind.

As the two took out the trash into the big garbage dumpster before finally calling it a day of their long hard work.

"Phew. Thank goddess we're done with all of that. At this point, Benson should be giving us a big raise for the extra scrubbing of that place." Rigby suggested while wiping the sweat off his forehead in a much dramatic fashion.

"Ha. You wish. It would take a lot more time and effort than a simple day of chores before that could ever happen." Mordecai reminded him before the two then started to laugh at the memory of Benson making sarcastic remarks, one time when they've asked that same question before for haunted house tickets that cost more money than they could ever afford.

At which took much begging and 2 shifts worth of work in order to save up enough cash for one night at the biggest haunted house in town.

Before immediately getting spooked off, one minute after they finally got inside the place.

Which was a total waste of their tickets.

But never lost the fun that they both got to have that day.

"Heh, thats true. So uh....w-what do you think we should do for the rest of the day then? I-I was thinking, maybe we could...I don't know... grab a late night coffee and pastry or...." Rigby was going to suggest, before Mordecai answered for him.

"Sorry I can't. I have to finish up the project for the contest. But maybe next time, when I'm all caught up with everything then we can do something fun." Mordecai replied, rubbing his neck, nervously.

"Okay then...." Rigby mumbled sadly, with his mind in a drift while attempting to walk away until Mordecai stopped him with a soft grip to his arm.

"Wait. Where are you going?" Mordecai asked in much surprise to his sudden leave.

"....I uh...want to hang around the town area for some fresh air. So, I'm gonna need to borrow the golf cart, if that's okay. But please don't tell Benson that I'm taking it on a joyride for my own personal use. Or else I won't hear the end of it." Rigby spoke while trying to smile, even though it's obvious to Mordecai that he's still hiding his true emotion at the moment.

"Well at this rate, I'll have to trust you on your word for the safety of that cart. But still....on a serious note.... if you ever need anything, just let me know and I'll come get you. I'm just a phone call away." Mordecai spoke, feeling his voice trailing off as he loosened his grip on Rigby's arm and watched his friend leave with a familiar heavy feeling that continues to tighten around his chest.

Why....

Do I feel so gray.....

And so lonely.....