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RS: Benson and Pops friendship

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ANGER
Mordecai and Rigby had just called Benson to come over to the house after discovering that Pops was not in his room. Not even in the house. He was gone. It was already 11:00pm and still no sign of Pops. They looked everywhere for him. The three were worried sick, mostt of all, Benson.

"That's it! I'm calling the police, I can't take it anymore," Benson said angry and impatient, though he was truely terrified. Just as he was about to dial 9-1-1, the front door of the house opened. Everyone turned to see who it was. Luckily, it happened to be Pops. He smiled at Mordecai and Rigby but got surprised when he saw Benson.

"Where the heck were you? You had me worried sick!" Benson yelled at Pops the way he yelled at Mordecai and Rigby. Pops looked down at his feet like a shy child. Benson had never used the tone of voice at him. Never.

"Uh..." Pops didn't know how to explain it to Benson.

"Huh!? Where WERE you? I was scared to death!" Benson yelled once more, now turning red. Mordecai and Rigby watched quietly at the commotion.

Pops continued to shuffle his feet, nervously. "I-I was watching the wrestling match. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak out."

"Sorry won't do much anymore. You commited the same action last time and Mordecai and Rigby had to find you," Benson was now furious. Pops had tears in his eyes. He felt disappionted.

"No, you know what? For now on you're not leaving this house. If you keep sneaking out behind Mordecai and Rigby's, I'll just have to keeo an eye on you myself. I won't go home in peace till I make sure you're fast asleep," Benson said. He breathed in and out, calming down.

"But you don't have to protect me all the time, Benson. I'm a grown man," Pops said, reminding Benson that he's much older than him.

"Yeah, uh huh. But you're not capable of taking care of yourself."

"How would you know? I never get in trouble. I own this house, this park, and a car. I am indeed independent," Pops said defending himself.

"Well according to your father, you require special super vision. You don't even know how to manage a park on your own."

Pops already felt offended and angry. Letting his anger take over him, he pushed Benson, with all his force, against the wall. Benson looked up at Pops. He never saw him that angry before. His anger sparkled in his eyes as if saying, you're messing with the wrong person. Benson hardly noticed that Mordecai and Rigby rushed to his side. He rubbed his head and right arm in pain.

"Benson?" Pops called. He saw how his body laid limp in Mordecai's arms. Benson tried to hold his tears but failed. They came out anyway.

"Benson, I'm sorry," Pops said returning to his calm, normal self. He knelt down beside the three and pulled Benson into a hug, letting out a few tears of his own.

"I forgive you," Benson told Pops, forgiving him for everything that happened that night.

FEVER
It was finally friday night. Sometimes on Friday nights, the employees go out to their usual restaurant and goof off. Everyone entered Benson's car excitedly. They were talking to one another nonstop, everyone except Pops. He was strangely quiet all day. Some people found it akward but shrugged it off since they knew that Pops was a strange person.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Pops barely ate or drank anything. He only took 2 or 3 sips of water and that was it. Benson noticed and thought that Pops was just having a rotten day.

In the car on the way home, Pops felt strangely nauseous. He never got car sick, so why did he felt that way? He wanted to tell Benson to pull over but he didn't want Benson to think that he might be sick and keep him in bed forever. Pops hoped to get home on time and into his bathroom but it was too late...

"Aww, sick! Benson pull over, quick!" Mordecai screamed. Rigby screamed in disgust.

"What for? We're almost home," Benson said tiredly, with no emotion.

"Pops threw up all over himself," Mordecai explained.

"He did!?" Benson quicky pulled over. He got out of the car. Pops opened the door and started gagging.

"What's going on?" Skips asked.

"Pops threw up," Benson said. He searched for paper towels in the trunk and took it out. He checked to see if the car was dirty but was amazed when he noticed that the seat was spotless. Pops' vest and pants were stained in throw up. Benson rubbed Pops' back as he finished throwing up.

"You know, if you felt car sick, you should've told me. I would've pulled over immediately," Benson adviced Pops. He only nodded but didn't say a word.

Back at the house, Benson tossed Pops' dirty clothes into the washing machine. Then he tucked him in bed. Before that, Benson had given him some gingerale.

"Get some sleep now, okay?" Benson told Pops. He nodded weakly and dozed off quickly.

"I'm coming over tomorrow to see how Pops is doing. Good night guys," Benson told Mordecai and Rigby. They said good night as well as Benson left to his apartment.

The next day, Pops woke up to a hand on his forehead and the sound of three different voices. As his vision cleared, he noticed Benson, Mordecai and Rigby. Benson had his hand on Pops' forehead. He slowly turned to the clock by his bed that read 10:30am. He was shocked because he would normally be up by 7am. It felt akward to wake up late.  

"I knew it! I knew something was wrong with him. That's why he was acting strange yesterday," Benson said.

"Yeah, and the part where he puked all over himself... gross," Rigby said but was punched by Mordecai. "Oww!"

"Go get some medicine and a thermometer," Benson instructed Mordecai and Rigby. They left to fetch the items.

"But I wanted to go out today," Pops told Benson weakly. He hated staying stuck in the house all day. Especially on a sunny day.

"No, you're staying in bed till you get better. And I'm staying over to watch you till you do." Mordecai and Rigby finally arrived with the needed items.

"Here, take this," Benson instructed Pops as he fed him the medicine. Then he placed the thermometer in his mouth. It read 104.' Pops suddenly felt drowsy. It must've been the medicine. Benson noticed and pushed him back down on the bed, gently.

Pops was starting to doze off though he tried hard to fight it. "Stop fighting it," Benson told him. "Get some rest, I'll be up to check on you later."

Pops was happy that his best friend was taking care of him, even though he hated being sick. He placed his warm hand on Benson's wrist. "Thank you my good man," he whispered, finally dozing off. Benson felt Pops' grip loosen. He slowly placed his hand on the pillow and walked out. He was glad to help out his friend.
Just short stories of Pops and Benson's friendship. I might write some more soon but for now, enjoy!

-Regular show :D
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Aww so cuutee!