Mordecai and Rigby

Distant

Fall is my least favorite season, I swear. There are so many leaves that fall from the trees and Benson makes us rake them up. The grass still fights to grow even in the chilly weather so I have to mow that, too.

Rigby kept his distance from me. He hasn't talked much all day. Odd.

The breeze was cold on my cheeks; they are halfway numb. Thank the big man in the sky that I wore a hoodie or else I'd be a popsicle. I don't have much body heat, I tend to get cold easily.

"RING RING" my bland ringtone sounded from my flip phone. God, I need an upgrade.

It was Margaret. I smiled slightly to see another invitation to an event.

"Eileen and I want you guys to meet us at the coffee shop. Its empty here, how about you guys stop by?"

Given our current job, I texted her back saying we'd be there in about thirty minutes, without Rigby's consult.

In about 10 minutes, I finished migrating the red, brown, and orange leaves into one small pile. It was tempting to jump into it, to be completely honest.

When I checked the clock, I realized I had some time to kill by cleaning myself up a bit.

I showered, combed my hair, put on some clean clothes, and grabbed the cart keys. I was about to start the cart up until I completely forgot about telling Rigby. Shit.

I started calling his name as I re-entered the house. After a few times of shouting, Rigby came trotting down the stairs.

"What do you want?"

"Dude we gotta get going. I told Margaret we'd meet her at the coffee shop."

Rigby pinched his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"I don't want to go. Don't you remember? I broke up with Eileen. I don't want to see her," Rigby waved his arms around making his statement more dramatic then it should be.

"C'mon, man. It's better than staying here alone." I glance around the empty house.

Rigby huffed and agreed to go.

We piled into the cart and took off to the shop at a decent pace. We got there at the perfect time.

Margaret was right, this place is a ghost town.

"Hey guys!" Margaret greeted. She always wears these short uniforms. She looks good but it doesn't amuse me like they used to. Maybe they've just gotten old for me.

Ignoring the skimpy dress, I smiled at her and waved my hand. "Hey."

Rigby didn't say a word. I could tell he wasn't going to enjoy himself. I scooted onto a stool and Rigby plopped onto one. He really did not want to be here and he is making every effort he can to show that. He's sighing, crossing his arms, moping.

The red headed girl came out with our usual drinks; Black coffee for me and a slice of cake for Rigby. The two of us eat too much to be our size though I'm grateful for it.

Rigby was still distant. Besides his annoying grunting, he hasn't made a peep since he sung along to some song playing on the radio in the cart. I think it's time I ask him why.

"What's up with you, Rigby?"

He looked to Eileen and let out a big puff of air from his chest.