Author's Note: This is my first shot at writing a Regular Show fanfiction which explains the shortness of this chapter and lack of background. I'm experimenting. So please let me know what you think. xox

A cab with uncomfortable cloth seats hits it's breaks hard, startling the irritated fox in the back seat and causing her sketch pad to fly to the floor.

"Hey, what the heck!?"

The cab driver looked over his shoulder, his eyebrows raised in concern. "I'm sorry, ma'am, the traffic is bad right now." Jackie sighed and snatched her book off the floor, laying it back on her lap but her creative mind was gone, she was heavy with anger and defeat because of her father. She knew she wasn't going to have a say in his decision.

The cab eased to a stop in front of a pale yellow house with a white pickett fence that shaped into a archway with vines wrapped every which way around it. As she tipped the driver, she stepped out and instantly felt a breeze of cool air, she breathed in. The fresh air felt amazing but smelled of cheap preztels and hot dogs for some reason. Jackie had to admit that her mothers house was beautiful and bright, just what she liked. She didn't even have to knock when the door slipped from under her knuckles as her mom swung the door open, taking in the look of her, just as Jackie was doing. She hadn't seen Amanda since she divorced her father for pursue her dream of becoming a portrait artist. Jackie was confused and angry for a long time about this, secretly keeping a visual journal to help her cope, though she will only draw, painting reminded her too much about the painful seperation.

"Oh, Jackie! You're so beautiful, come in, come in!" Amanda plled her daughter into a much await hug and fluffed her hair as she pulled away smiling.

"It's great to see you, mom." Jackie smiled awkwardly.

"It's very great to see you, hon. Phone calls just aren't enough," She shook her head with a chuckle. "Come on, I'll show you to your room." Amanda led Jackie down the hall with grids of portrait paintings and some scenery canvas's as well. Jackie smiled at the room she would be sleeping in once she stepped in, she wouldn't tell her mom just yet, but the art made her feel more at home, however that didn't mean she would enjoy it here.

"How's this?"

"It's good," Jackie shrugged, giving her mother a sideways half smile to reassure her.

Her mothers glasses fell down her nose and she pushed them up with a sad smile, "I'm glad. Well, I hate to leave right when you just got here, but I really have to run to the supermarket before it closes."

A small relieved sigh escaped Jackie, "It's fine mom, I'll take a walk."

"Good idea, hon!" Amanda beamed at her daughter as she stepped outside into the breeze. Jackie definatley needed air already and she hadn't even been here for 10 minutes, plus she saw that the town was small enough to walk around without getting lost. She was ready to lock up when she stopped in her tracks, "Oh yeah, my sketchbook." She scurried back inside and snatched her purse off her new bed and set out to explore.

"You guys, I swear!" Benson hollered, nearly throwing down his clipboard, "I thought I told you to rake these leaves hours ago!?"

Mordecai laughed awkwardly, "Funny thing about that, Benson. See, we were-"

"I don't care why, just do it now or you're fired!"

Rigby rolled his eyes as he watched Benson walk away, spewing up all kinds of remarks to say behind his back, "He needs to get high," was what he came up with, and he needed it, he was always so tense and angry, heaven knows why.

Mordecai snickered, "Yeah, he does. Come on, dude let's just get this over with."

The raccoon grumbled as they walked back to their mess of leaves, feeling a sense of deja vu when Benson has said the same thing awhile ago and he was cursing to himself as he is now, once again hating the routine he life was morphing into. Rigby groaned obnoxiously as he lifted the rake that was much taller than him and scraped at the grass, already bored and thinking about beating that level of Ultra Warrior Slam.

"Rigby."

He was also really hungry, sitting on the couch playing video games made him really hungry and he was really looking forward to mocking the nachos he saw on a mexican food commercial, but Benson would be mad if he used all the ingredients required-

"Rigby!"

"Agh!" Mordecai's blow to the shoulder sent him scooting a few inches.

"Dude, what the H!"

"Look," Mordecai pointed, his expression unreadable. Rigby turned and followed his pointing, what he saw intrigued him; it was a girl, once he had never seen around before, let alone lounging under a tree in the park, surrounded by the leaves they had disregarded earlier.

"Who is that?" Mordecai wondered out loud, seeing only half of the girls face passed her feiry red hair. It was a different site then what they normally encountered in the park, and the most interesting. Having heard no answer or reaction for that matter from Rigby, Mordecai raised an eyebrow and looked down at him. The first thing he could do was laugh whole heartedly at his googly eyed best friend.