Feb 24, 2016
My fic “And We Hollered Out Sweet Clementine” is picking up a little traction and I’m glad cause it came out of left field for me lol
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My fic “And We Hollered Out Sweet Clementine” is picking up a little traction and I’m glad cause it came out of left field for me lol
Here’s a part two to the “bubblegum” prompt. I think I’ll call this “Chew, Chew, Chew” from the Ella Fitzgerald song, which y’all should really listen to because it’s so cute
Rigby didn’t throw a fit that night because, like, the dude just got his heart broken (again, like Rigby predicted because duh) and he was sure Benson probably said some messed up stuff to make him feel worse.
So what Mordecai came back in the middle of the night smelling like he took a bath in Hubba Bubba? Muscle Man ate a freakin’ gallon of protein mix that one time him and Starla had broken up. Love sickness affected the stomach as well as the heart.
Rigby was even glad Mordecai went wherever he went. After that night, Mordecai chilled out. No more ceiling watching, no more Morrissey attacks, hell, someone could even make the argument that Mordecai was happier once CJ rejected him for good.
The bubblegum smell never went away, though.
Sure it varied in strength; barely noticeable Tuesdays through Thursdays, strong but easy to ignore on Mondays, but Fridays through Sundays? Mordecai was dripping in some sort of artificial strawberry cologne.
But Rigby was Mordecai’s best friend, his right and left hand man, and if smelling like bubblegum constantly was his way of getting back to normal Rigby wasn’t going to bother the guy with justified yet intrusive questions.
Rigby would put it out of his head, until something new was added onto the Mordecai Does Something Weird list.
Example: this one time they were assigned raking the leaves near the east gate entrance. Rigby took a break because he was basically done. Well, basically half done. A quarter of the way there. Okay, so he never even started because the rake was heavy and he assumed Mordecai wouldn’t mind taking a head start. Point was, they were together.
“You sure are showing those leaves who’s boss!” Rigby lazily egged Mordecai on. He sat under a tree playing a game on his handheld.
Mordecai huffed, “I’m not doing all of the work dude. Even if I ‘do it better’.”
“My thing is, why should I try and fail when you’ve clearly got it under control?”
“Hard work isn’t always fun work, man.”
Rigby stared at Mordecai. He put his game on pause for a moment, then laughed while holding his gut and his head thrown back against the tree he was sitting under.
Because, what?
Rigby snorted, “What episode of Leave It to Beaver did you steal that from?”
“Oh like you’ve never heard everyone tell you that,” Mordecai scoffed. “Like, plow today, crops tomorrow. Seriously!”
Rigby felt his middle cramp up from how hard he laughed, because honestly dude? What?
“What the heck are you- is Benson like,” Rigby gasped for air, “feeding you lines through a earpiece or something?”
Mordecai went stiff for a moment, but relaxed just as quickly as he tensed up. Rigby laughing had become high pitched and uglier.
“Just... shut up and help me finish raking, Rigby!”
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One Saturday Mordecai came back from shopping... even though “came back” wouldn’t have been the right phrasing. Rigby hadn’t seen him at all Friday; Mordecai gave some bullcrap excuse along the lines of “hanging out with this friend from high school you don’t know him bye”.
Mordecai ran out so fast Rigby never got a a chance to tell Mordecai they had no other friends in high school. At least no friends so major Mordecai would spend all day with and not even tell Rigby.
Benson was eating a bagel while sitting on the outside stairs and chatting with Skips about business crap Rigby didn’t care enough about to try and understand when Mordecai drove up in a cart. A blue and yellow bag labeled “Mitochondria Vinyls” sat in the passengers seat.
“Hey! You get lost on the way back?” Rigby said as he ran to the cart’s driver side.
“What?” Mordecai said, laughing somewhat. Liked expected he smelled like strawberry bubblegum. However, Rigby noticed Mordecai didn’t even try to mask the smell with some fruit shower gel, telling that Mordecai either didn’t have the time to or didn’t even bother.
“You said you were meeting up with a friend, not having a sleepover!”
Mordecai rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag full of records. “Sorry I forgot to check in, Mom.”
Rigby snatched Mordecai’s bag and began to dig around.
“Who’d you even see anyway?” Rigby asked, trying not to sound suspicious especially since he was totally suspicious.
Suddenly Benson choked on a piece of bagel, catching the attention of Mordecai and Rigby briefly. Benson coughed the big bits out and attempted to communicate.
“This! I’m fi-uh! I’m fine! Uh, no, huh! haaaa!” Benson sputtered through bagel and pecan butter cream cheese.
“You doing okay there?” Skips asked.
“I’m gree-great! I’m great! I ah, the ah! bagel’s a bit haa! dry. Going.. to.. with hah! the... water now... I’ll be uh! ah! ah!... in my office.” Benson let out one big final cough, clearing his throat. “All day. So if, uh, anyone needed to talk to me... Immediately. Right now... As soon as possible. That’s where they should do it. Talk to me, I mean.”
Skips looked after Benson as he fled for water and then to Mordecai, who pointedly avoided eye contact with the yeti. Skips’ emitted a low, vibrating ‘hmm’.
While everyone was distracted and watching Benson go into the house Rigby pulled out some choice records he did not approve of.
Rigby gasped, “The Band? Foghat? Asia?! Since when do you listen to Dad Rock like Asia?!”
To really stick his point, he held each record up high above his head as he said the band’s name. Mordecai snatched the records back and glared.
“The word you were looking for is prog rock,” Mordecai said, “not that I expected you to know that.”
Rigby made gagging noises at “prog rock” because it honestly sounded like something sad old dudes like Benson said to make their sad old dude music less, y’know, sad and old. Which is what it definitely was.
“Tell me you at least got that thing we always said we were gonna get?” Rigby whined.
Mordecai reached into his bag and revealed the original release of the La Bamba film soundtrack. “I’m not dumb! Wanna listen to it now?”
“Are geese jerks? Let’s go man!”
The two ran into the house, Rigby forgetting about his suspicions momentarily.
Skips still sat at the stairs making his deep voice vibrate with suspicions of his own.
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:D I wonder what’s gonna happen?
Hey skeez-queen13 remember 5 million years ago when you asked me to write a moredson thingy with the word prompt of “bubblegum”? SOrrso so sO sorry this is sooooOOosoO laate omg
It was like that gunk that forms in the corners of your eyes; Rigby never noticed at first, but since making a note of it he couldn’t help but obsess over it.
Mordecai developed this weird thing with bubblegum.
It started sometime after the Fourth of July... roughly. Rigby just remembered it being incredibly hot and the park house having a crap ton of American flags everywhere.
Pops wanted to show him a scrapbook he was working on and Muscle Man was having lunch when Mordecai came back from The Coffee Shop.
“Greetings Mordecai! I-” Pops happily chirped, but once Mordecai had entered through the door he avoided eye contact and stomped off upstairs. “Oh my. I suppose the chat with CJ was not pleasant.”
“Stop the presses,” Rigby sighed. He had warned Mordecai it was pointless. It just seemed like talking to a brick wall with him sometimes. A mopey brick wall. With blue feathers. And an addiction to being rejected, apparently.
A door slammed and broke Rigby’s train of thought, thankfully killing his snowballing brick wall comparison.
“Dude seems really upset,” Muscle Man picked at half a grapefruit with a knife of all things. “You’re not gonna talk to him?”
Rigby shrugged dramatically. “I told him not to go! Everybody heard me say, ‘Dude I don’t think you should go. Seriously dude this isn’t a good idea’. And what did he do?”
“He did indeed go,” Pops answered woefully.
“Ex-freakin’-actly!”
“But you mustn’t leave a companion in the mud when he has fallen from his penny-farthing! Even if you consider that he didn’t tighten his saddle before riding.”
Muscle Man and Rigby stared blankly at Pops. Pops smiled brightly, thinking his metaphor had made them deeply think about things.
Benson walked in and immediately went to the coffee machine. Holding a full pitcher of coffee, he grumbled a disinterested “hello” to all of them but suddenly squinted his eyes.
“Did Mordecai come back from seeing that cloud girl?”
All three men pointed towards the ceiling. As if on cue, There Is a Light That Never Goes Out started blasting through the house. Benson began to glow the lightest tint of red.
Pops calmly announced, “I knew I brought these for a reason,” and shoved two yellow plugs into his ears.
Muscle Man went back to focusing on his lunch and Rigby sat, unbothered. He totally warned everyone this was going to happen! Again!
“Goddamn it,” Benson put the coffee down and rushed upstairs. Probably to scold Mordecai for the loud wailing of Morrissey nobody wanted to hear at twelve-thirty on a Thursday.
Rigby did think about going upstairs and talking to Mordecai about whatever happened, but that goddamn brick wall comparison made him stay put. How the hell do you talk sense into a brick wall?
“Maybe being left in the mud will teach him something this time around,” Rigby thought.
Muscle Man poked until he unintentionally cut the grapefruit half into another two halves. He groaned and slapped the knife down in frustration. “Why’d Starla pack this for me?! It tastes like window cleaner!”
The music abruptly stopped. Shortly they all saw Benson running downstairs, looking even more red and a bit frantic.
“Benson!-” Pops began.
“I’m fine! He’s fine! Goodnight!” Benson shouted, before leaving through the front door.
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Later on, after scrapbooking with Pops while getting a much needed explanation for that penny-farthing comment (”Oh! People really rode those?!”) and daring High Five Ghost to chug the grapefruit/peanut butter/marshmallow juice Muscle Man made, (he puked after 15 seconds) Rigby did make it upstairs to his and Mordecai’s room.
He immediately saw Mordecai lying on his back and staring at the ceiling.
Rigby tried to be sensitive... kind of.
“I warned you, man.”
To Rigby’s surprise, Mordecai didn’t whine miserably or try to defend his incredibly dumb choice.
“Yeah,” Mordecai mashed the heels of his palms into his eyes.
Rigby rolled onto his mini trampoline and eventually sat upright. He watched Mordecai for any sign of, y’know, “brick wallness”.
“You poked the Death Bear with a bacon scented stick,” Rigby continued.
“Yeah. Yes,” Mordecai agreed, getting annoyed.
“You skipped to the last chapter of a book with a crappy ending.”
“I know.”
“You took the hot pocket out too soon and it’s all cold in the middle.”
“Dude, that doesn’t even- ok, I get it, I get it,” Mordecai turned his head from the ceiling to face Rigby. He looked kind of dazed and out of it. “She called and I just... started thinking about stuff that wasn’t even there in the first place. As usual.”
Mordecai had already said the “as usual” part, so Rigby had nothing more to add to the conversation. He lied back down and shoved some (clean?) laundry under his head as a pillow.
“Eh,” Rigby said as he yawned, “Plenty of fish and all that jazz I guess.”
“Yeah... Rigby?”
“What dude?”
A noticeable hesitance could be felt in Mordecai’s voice.
“Is Benson still here?”
Rigby yawned again, all that scrapbooking and drink dares really took it out of him.“Nah. After he was done yelling at you or whatever he left.”
Mordecai nodded and went back to ceiling watching.
After a few minutes however, Mordecai got up and left, mumbling something about taking a long walk.
He didn’t return until the streetlights shined through their room window.
While it was mixed with the cucumber melon soap from the downstairs bathroom, Rigby still smelled a syrupy strawberry scent all over Mordecai.
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Fic Question
Hey, so I recently got an PM on FF.net about "And We Hollered Out, 'Sweet Clementine'", and this poor person was just so confused about basically everything.
My question is if any of you folks would care if I posted, like, a detailed explanation of the story and little details like that? I'm probably gonna post it anyway, but I wanna give a heads up to anybody who had been curious about the story but was confused by it.
Initially I wanted to follow the Wall-e principle ("Give people 2+2 and let them decide what it means instead of just spelling it out"), but I guess people are still hella confused so... I gots some 'splainin' to do...
I'd love feedback! Either way, expect the AWHOSW masterpost later tonight.
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