Mordecai and Rigby [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Fourteen

Mordecai's Pov

       I was currently in the proces of sweeping the floor of the snack bar. Well attempting, I should say. I would try to concentrate on the little particals of dust and crumbled chips dancing around on the floor but I just couldn't with Rigby yapping on the phone to God knows who. And the fact that he's been doing it for the last thirty minutes was really starting to make me frustrated.

        I mean, who was he talking to anyway? Was that person more important for him not to help me sweep the floor? Well, I don't need any help sweeping the floor but you get my point. I'm not jealous or anything, far from it. But I think I have a right to know who my best friend - err - boyfriend - uhh - lover..was talking to, right? 

          I shuffled over to the counter dropping the broom on the floor. I grabbed a rag and pretended to wipe down the surface of the counter while straining to hear what Rigby was talking about. I have to admit, it was pretty awkward sliding a dry rag around the already clean surface, and moving ketchup and mustard inch by inch.

           "Haha, no dude, that lady was totally checking you out"

          "She looked at you like she wanted to eat you! Are you kidding me?!"

           "Yea, I guess so"

           "Uhh..I dunno, I wasn't planning on doing anything today"

           "Really? What time?"

           "Cool. I guess I'll see you there"

           "Oh, and one more thing, can Mordecai tag along? I know he punched you in the face and all but-"

          "Oh that's great great! Your the best."

           Rigby tucked his phone in his pocket and turned around to face me with a sly smile. I fumbled with my task at hand and dropped the mustard to the floor resulting in a huge mess of yellowness pooling around my feet. I let out a tired sigh and knelt down to clean it up. Rigby leaned over the counter and watched me do so, his hair falling over his eyes and his fingers tapping against the counter restlessly. 

          "You wanna watch a movie later? I mean..we kinda have to...we're going to the movies with Jeremy  later and I thought that..." He let his sentence trail off seeing my not so pleased expression. "You don't have to go if you don't want to ya'know"

             Using the rag, I scooped up the clumps of mustard and managed to clean most of it up. Pursing my lips I stood to my feet giving the small man in front of me an uneasy glare hinting that I wasn't happy with how he included me on his little play date with Jeremy. 

              "I'll think about it" Was all I said turning my back to him. I saw that rare little glint of hope in his eyes that's always guarded with blankness. I picked up the broom and continued sweeping, but ounce again I couldn't concentrate. 

                 That guy Jeremy. Gah, I hate 'em. I barely know him but I wish he'd just drop dead. It's like he has some type of hold over me that I can't see. And to make matters worst, he's all over Rigby. I can sense it. His change in attitude has down sided horrendously, I dunno how but Rigby is different.

                I dropped the broom ounce again in defeat. Let's just face it. I'm jealous that's all, nothing more nothing less. Although I'm not even sure if I have the right to be jealous, especially because of my situation with Margaret.. 

                   "Why does Eileen always seem to think that I want to receive her annoying little texts?" Rigby mumbled but loud enough for me to hear as he scrolled through his phone, he was now sitting at the lunch table. "I mean at first I didn't mind but now it's pissing me off. And what's up Gabriel and that Celia chick? They were practically dry humping in the kitchen. Remember?"