'Rigby Is In the Closet' - Chapter 5 - Part 2

(Fifteen minutes ago before Eileen pulled Rigby out of the room. We focus back on Mordecai and Margaret.)

"Okay Mordecai, I got another 'knock knock' joke. Okay then, Knock Knock!"

"Who's there?"

"Ice Cream!"

"Ummm… Ice Cream who?"

"Ice cream if you don't let me out!"

Both avians laughed out loud again and Margaret lowered her voice down. Mordecai realized that he was still laughing and settled down quickly. Margaret giggled a little from his awkward laughter and smiled. Mordecai gave a fancy, and yet nervous, grin toward her and quickly started gulping his cola.

'Oh my gosh, Total fail, Mordecai… Ok, think of something else to talk about, mayb-'

"Hey Mordecai, you haven't made a 'Knock knock' joke yet for me! Come on, I really wanna hear one!" She flashed her eyes at him; her eyelashes unfurling the sparkle in her eyes. Mordecai's heart thumped, like someone slammed their head on a steel wall, at the sight. He would but he's not that original on making jokes under pressure, but he thought of one quickly though.

"Ummm… okay fine. I got one, but I bet you're not going to like it."

"Okay Mordecai, try me."

"Umm… Okay then, Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Umm… Boo!"

Margaret raised a brow. "Boo who?"

"Don't cry, it's only a JOKE! OOOOOOOOHH!" And Mordecai made an enthusiastic laugh and held his head up. He dried his eyes and glanced at Margaret. She was making no sort of laugh or noise but only a mundane stare and squinted eyes. Mordecai died down his laugh, just like his joke. He started sweating and he pulled his collar.

"Heh… *sigh* Yeah, that was so lame." He lowered his eyes and succumbed to the feeling of defeat. He then heard a giggle and looked up. Margaret was shaking her head with a smile.

"Oh Mordecai, it wasn't that bad. It's just kind of… obvious. We'll work on it" She winked and started searching her purse for something. Mordecai froze and in thought as he unraveled his napkin, revealing his silverware, and put it on his lap.

'Did she say "We'll work on it?" YES, still in the game baby!'

He said "Score Baby!" under his breath while pulling his fist down, like he just scored a point in a ping pong game. He fixed himself up and looked around the restaurant for a sec. He saw Rigby looking bored as hell listening to Eileen talk.

'Gosh Rigby, at least try to be happy. Hmmm… He must be bored out of his mind though.'

He shrugged and looked to his right. From all the fancy people and couples there, there were two of them that sort of stood out that caught his eyes. It was two guys talking in a booth, near the dark-shaded windows, who were an otter-person and dog-person. They were wearing very nice suits and were chatting quite a bit. Mordecai figured the two were business partners, until he spotted rings on their left ring fingers. Then they were holding hands and staring contently at each other's eyes. Then the otter and gave a small kiss on the dog's face. Mordecai continued to stare at the two, with his eyes wide open.

'Wow… those dudes are so gay for each other! That's so… that otter got some guts to do that in here…'

Mordecai looked around and saw some people offended from the two kissing. Mordecai shook his head in disagreement to the disgusted audience and turned back at the couple.

'Damn… They must have huge balls to kiss in a nice restaurant like this, full of rude and fancy people. That's… what I call true love.'

Then suddenly the two of them kissed for a longer period of time while the spectators looked away.

But Mordecai smiled and continued to watch the two guys while Margaret got her phone out of her overstuffed purse. She noticed Mordecai and looked at his direction. She saw what the guys at the table were doing across the restaurant and she looked back at her phone in disgust. She lowered her brow and grunted.

"Ugh… that's just so wrong. I really did not have to see that." She began texting to one of her friends on her phone and Mordecai blinked out of his stare.

"Wait… what? Margaret, you don't like the idea of... you know…" he whispered, "homosexuality?"

Margaret clicked her phone, sending the text message, and looked back up at the confused blue jay. She spoke out loud like it was no deal, instead of keeping it on the down low.

"Yeah, I don't like gay people. Is that a problem?"

Mordecai startled back from his seat but remained calm and collective on his outside appearance. But inside his mind, he was freaking out.

'Oh shit Margaret! Gosh… now I can never tell her the truth about me also having interests in dudes or she'll totally dislike me. Ugh… great.'

"But… why Margaret? I'm not supporting them or anything but I would like to know your… ummm… philosophy." He realized his different word choice that he would commonly never use, yet he made a nervous grin and scooted himself toward table. Margaret looked back at the two gay men and rolled her eyes.

"Well to be honest, they are obviously confused. Men are only supposed to go with women and not with the same sex. Vice versa for girls too. It's just… not normal… our God says it's an abomination in the bible and I have to agree with that. It's a sin and it really shouldn't be allowed in our culture. There are those who disagree and say that you can be gay and still worship God, but I… I don't think he will open the gates of heaven for them. But that's just in my opinion." She paused and dialed a number on her phone before continuing. "You know, there are those recovery centers where people can change and be able to follow in Jesus' footsteps and lead a non-sinful lifestyle." Margaret grabbed her water and startled sipping it down, texting her friend at the same time.

Mordecai held his fists underneath the table as his flinched a little. He kept his cool even though he realized that his dream girl had totally neglected the idea of homosexuality. He lowered his eyes and acted like everything was cool.

"Ummm… you have a really great point there! Heh… it… um… it makes since! Um a… What religion do you worship?"

"Oh, I'm just a Christian, but I don't judge other God-believers. We're all a family, right?" She smiled and checked her phone again. Mordecai nodded and drank more of his cola. He looked off to the side and saw the two gay lovers starting to head out. They were holding hands and leading one another out the door, while disgusted spectators eyed them.

Mordecai sat there, staring at his cup and was thinking about what just happened. He then started debating with himself on the idea of religion against homosexuality.

'Wait… can someone who's gay still worship Christianity or any other religion? If they do, then why do people in the 'family' still neglect them as fellow 'Christians'? It makes… no since to me. How is God's love 'unconditional' when people who work in the church disapprove for those who have different love interests? Aren't they supposed to 'spread' the love of Christ instead of discriminating those who try to love God? ... Why do they take the Bible so literary? Just… but… Can a gay person be with God and not be discriminated? I… I…'

Mordecai sighed under his breath and looked out the window near of where the two gay men use to sit at. He stared at the sudden rain that was flowing down as he was lost in his own memories and feelings.

In his pastime, Mordecai wasn't an atheist, but he wasn't entirely on the same page as on the beliefs and rules of his past religion, Catholicism. He knew there was a god, but he never felt attached to him since he stopped going to church at the end of sixth grade. Since then, he never put much thought on how his 'interests' would affect how he felt about religion, until now.

The troubled blue jay's train of thought was disrupted as new people were already sitting down at the table that blocked his vision of the window. He decided no to worry about that 'religion' issue, since everyone were entitled to their opinion, and turned his beak towards Margaret. She was still texting her friend, so he fiddled with his fork. After seconds of low keyboard tapping, Margaret closed her phone, pepped up, and smiled brightly at Mordecai.

"So Mordecai, I love how this is going so far! I love just talking to you! Would you want to hang out some other time; maybe playing some mini golf, um… two days from now?" Margaret again looked deeply into Mordecai's helpless eyes as she sweetly smiled at him.

"Um a… yeah! Ok! Mini Golf it is then!"

"Yeah, it's gonna be so mu- *phone beeps*, oh hold on one second please."

Margaret got her phone out and checked on it again. The text message, from one of her other friends, asked, "So, when are you going to ask him out to be your boyfriend?" Margaret replied to the message, saying that she would do it very soon.

At the same time, Gasparo was already putting food down in front of the two birds.

"Here's a 9-inch white pizza for you and an 'Italian volcano island special' for you dear. Would you be needing anything else?"

Mordecai looked over at Margaret and realized the bird was texting at full speed. He bet that Margaret didn't even notice the huge meal in front of her.

"Thank you Gasparo, but we're fine for now." Gasparo took in the notion to leave.

Margaret finished up typing her message down to her friend when some idea, to get herself 'closer' to Mordecai, sparked into her head. She glanced up at the bird, who was eating his pizza, and glanced back down at her phone. She decided act mad at a text message that was sent by her friend.

"ugh… I can't believe he wants me back." Mordecai looks up with wide eyes and yet a mouth full of pizza.

*chew* "Waaht?"

"My ex-boyfriend… he's trying to get back with me. But I won't let him." Mordecai swallowed his pizza in surprise.

'She… has no boyfriend?'

He beamed with confidence at the opportunity.

"Yeah Margaret, just tell it how it is. You don't need him! Heh… heh…" He rolled his arm around the back of his head in a nervous attempt to hide his feelings.

'I should… no… Yes Mordecai! You've got to ask her before she finds another… like the um… see there was… five, ten, fourteenth, um… twentieth… boyfriend!'

Margaret sat her phone down and stared deeply at Mordecai's nervousness. She could obviously tell what he was thinking.

"Hey Mordecai, I was wondering if you wan-" Mordecai, without hesitation, then blurted out the long-awaited phrase that he's been trying to say to Margaret.

"Margaret, I know this is all of a sudden, but… will you be my girlfriend?" He immediately clapped his beak shut as he sat there, shaking like an earthquake. Margaret was shocked at first at how fast he asked her out. Nevertheless, she lowered her eyes. Yes, he finally got the balls to ask.

The seductive avian put her feathery hand over his and stared contently through his widening pupils. Mordecai stayed frozen in his place as his eyes widened and his pupils shrunk. Margaret got close to his beak and whispered,

"Knock knock?" Mordecai stuttered,

"Wh…who ther…there?"

"I love…"

"I… I…I… loo…ve who?"

"I love you!" And she gave a slow and graceful kiss on his beak. The kiss felt like it lasted a lifetime as the Mordecai was lost in ecstasy. His body heated up like hell as he rolled his eyes in delight. When she let go of his lips, Mordecai almost fainted and fell off his chair. Margaret looked over the table and saw him quickly got up and fixed his chair. He sat down and stared at his true love's eyes as she stared back. He smiled and said,

"I love you too!" They both got lost in each other's eyes while they ate their food slowly, not noticing that their other friends were away from them. Or, in fact, gone from plain sight.


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(Back to the previous time; a minute after Eileen and Rigby left their table.)

"Eileen! Where are we going?" Rigby kept getting tugged as the pisted off mole pulled him across the kitchen and into a dark hallway. They walked up some carpeted stairs and entered a pitch black and ominous room. He couldn't even see his own hands up in that room. Either way, Rigby was wondering what Eileen was going to do to him. He felt like fighting her back if she dared tried to harm him, but he was mistaken when Eileen dispatched from his arm and flipped a lamp on. The room dimly lit up as Rigby realized that he was in some girl's bedroom; full of old, worn out toys and posters hanging all over the wooden walls. Curtains hung near a small window, with the rain pattering on the edges of it. Rigby looked around as he saw, in great detail, boy posters, few of them apprehend his face as if someone took pictures of him not knowing..

He then looked upon his friend, whose face was covered in dried up tears with smeared make-up. She did not look happy or pist; but she carried a mundane expression as she stared at some of the posters herself. Eileen walked to the entrance and closed the door slowly and softly. The bothered raccoon guessed that she has already calmed down from her dramatic breakdown at the table. He fixed his clothes up and cleared his throat.

"Ummm… I'm guessing this is your room?" Eileen continued to stare vaguely at her posters.

"It was my old room before I moved out. I use to hang posters up all the time on these walls… Back when I was in middle school… I wasn't like the other girls. I… I felt ugly in front of them and I… wasn't treated well." She took a breath, yet she stayed completely still. "I've always seen Margaret put posters of hot guys on her walls. So since she was so popular, I wanted to be like her. So as you can see, I did the same thing… you see, Margaret… was like a role model to me. I've always wanted to be as beautiful as her. But…" She stopped and stared at her dim lamp.

Rigby stood there feeling bad for her. He didn't know what to say. In fact, he couldn't really tell what was really going on with her. But he figured he'd get what she was saying eventually. He took the opportunity of her pausing and continued to look around. He noticed the small tan-ish bed at the corner of the room, which looked old and raggedy and was covered in a layer of dust. Before he could point it out to her, Eileen spoke out after breathing in again.

"Look Rigby,… I'm sorry that I pulled you out like that. I've been struggling with the…" She stopped and struggled with her words. "As you can see, I… really like you Rigby… and I thought I made it obvious for you to understand this… but… you… I know you like someone else more than me…" she went past him and sat on her old, tan bed. She sniffled a little and eventually she began to cry.

Rigby, after hearing her say this, gained back his fearful thought that Eileen had just figured out his secret love for Mordecai. His body quivered from the thought and he hoped that she was talking about something, or someone, else.

'It's impossible that she knows my secret! I haven't told anyone of it and I haven't shown any signs that I'm gay. She's… got to be talking about someone else.'

Hesitating at first, he slowly walked over to her and sat right beside her. He looked down on the carpet and put his arm around her to comfort her. She shoved him off and covered her face. She continued.

"You know, I've always wanted to be loved by someone based on who I was, but… I was always overshadowed by Margaret, the beautiful and yet… flawless friend of mine. I would… always try to impress boys with my special talents and such… but I would end up being forgotten when Margaret showed herself. I mean… I'm glad of who she is… but…" she then bawled out even more and cried on Rigby's lap.

Rigby wasn't catching on the idea that she felt ugly since he was in 'love' with Margaret's beauty, instead of her's. Nevertheless, he understood that she was expressing how tired she was being overshadowed by someone. The raccoon stared upon the distressed mole as he thought back on his life; how his younger brother, Don, always overshadowed him. He sort of understood her position. He looked away, feeling sad and yet awkward, and analyzed the posters once again. After a few tear-jerking minutes, Eileen cleared her face and looked at Rigby.

"Rigby, what is it that Margaret has that I don't have? Is it looks? Grace?..."

Rigby glanced back down. "Eileen, what do you me-"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, WHY DO YOU LOVE HER?" She mourned even more and brought her head back down in tears.

Rigby's pupils dilated from in shock of what Eileen had asked.

'Wait… she thinks I'm in love with that bit**? Whew, at least she doesn't suspect my real secret.'

"Whoa, whoa… hold on a sec. I am soooo not in love with that avian! What made you think that?"

Eileen beheld Rigby's comment and glanced up. "Well…*sniffle*, the fact that you've been staring at her all night… and you keep giving her glances. Also… I know that you 'wrote' that message on that table this morning at the coffee shop. No one except you writes like that with a pen. And on the drawing,… I saw 'M plus R' inside a heart. So… I figured you were dating Margaret… right?"

Rigby's mouth shook as he contemplated on what happened this morning.

'Gosh, I'm such an IDIOT! How can I be so Stupid?... I can only blame myself for this, which I obviously don't like doing. Ugh… Should I just I tell her that I'm not dating Margaret and only going for her? No… that's going to end up being an awkward situation, since she'll think that I'm lying to her. Also, if I don't tell her anything, she's going to go ask Margaret of this and then tell Mordecai. And… So… I…*ugh*… Great… I'm going to have to tell her, don't I?'

Rigby breathed in and became nervous. He sweated profusely as Eileen noticed Rigby's change of body stance. Eileen cleared her tears and got herself off the bed.

"Rigby… what *sniffle* is it?" Rigby sighed and lowered his eyes.

"Eileen, can you keep a secret? And… I need you to promise not to tell."

Eileen looked closer into the nervous raccoon and nodded her head slowly. Rigby turned his head and lowered his nose down toward the carpet.

"…I… I did scratch the table and made that symbol this morning… but it didn't mean… 'Margaret and Rigby'… but it meant for… someone else…"

Eileen tilted her head in confusion to what he just said.

"Wait, I don't get it? The way you've been looking at her with Mordecai and… Then what do you me-"

Eileen widened her eyes as she came to a conclusion to where Rigby was heading.

"No… you can't be…" Rigby nodded his head and spoke solemnly,

"It meant…." His quivering eyes filled up with tears as his body shook ferociously.

"Mordecai … and Rigby."

Tears fell down his cheeks as his body turned away from her. Eileen gaped at what Rigby had revealed as she couldn't think of what to say or what to do. She couldn't even fathom the thought of it.

'Rigby's… gay?'

An awkward moment passed as neither on the moved a muscle, except for Rigby's tortured face. Then Eileen uttered the first words that came to thought.

"Rigby… you're lying… tell me you're lying!"

Rigby just sat there without a response. Eileen shook her head, taking that he was telling the truth before. She didn't fully support the idea of homosexuality, since she was always use to hanging with Margaret all the time, and it was difficult that her 'fantasy man' was not into her. She frowned upon him and lowered her brows.

"I would have never… guessed that you were one… Why… does Mordecai know? Because… just to warn you but… I don't think he's… in it for you."

Rigby's head went up, full of attention, as his ears flinched. From behind his back, Rigby was steaming up and was boiling with anger.

'How dare she say that to me! I… I can't believe I told her! She can't keep a secret! How am I supposed to trust her?'

He immediately turned around, got in front of her face and ranted out loud,

"STOP TALKING! FIRST OF ALL, HE HAS NO IDEA THAT I LOVE HIM, OK? IF YOU DARE TELL HIM, SO HELP ME… NOT EVEN YOUR FREAKING FATHER CAN HOLD ME BACK FROM TEARING YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!"

Eileen stared in horror as Rigby gritted his teeth and made it look like his eyes were popping out of his sockets.

"I BELIEVE THAT MORDECAI AND I WERE ALWAYS MEANT FOR EACH OTHER EVER SINCE I MET HIM. OK? I LOVE MORDECAI! SO WHAT? BIG DEAL!"

Rigby began to consider of what else to yell about to Eileen, as he attempted boast out what he was thinking at that moment.

"BUT AGAIN, YOU BETTER NOT TELL ANYONE! NOT EVEN MARGARET! YOU… YOU KNOW WHAT? YOUR BEST FRIEND IS PROBABLY THE MOST ANNOYING BEING I WILL EVER MEET! SHE IS A COMPLETE BITCH! AND YOU… I'M SORRY BUT I DON'T LOVE YOU AT ALL! YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT AND I NEVER WILL! AND ALSO, YOU'RE RIGHT; WHO WOULD LIKE YOU? I RATHER DATE A THOUSAND MEN AND BE RIDICULED FOR BEING GAY BEFORE DATING SOMEONE AS JUDGEMENTAL AS YOU! SO…"

He struggled to add the last conclusion to his rant. And yet, he yelled at the top of his lungs,

"DON'T JUDGE ME!"

He quickly turned around and cried to himself, wishing that this had never happened, while Eileen was left speechless. This whole new outlook of Rigby's identity had flustered her completely. She felt hurt and destroyed from what he said to her face. She looked away from the crying raccoon and cried to herself as well.

A couple of mournful minutes passed by and Rigby finally cleared his face up. He wiped his tears away and glanced back at the idle Eileen, who wasn't moving a single muscle. Rigby felt bad for yelling at her, but he couldn't control his emotions during that period. He's not use to telling his dark secret to someone. But he knew he had to set things straight with her. Besides, he knew that he was going to see her again anytime soon. He rose up and spoke softly.

"Eileen… I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I'm *sigh* especially sorry for what I said to you. I've just… lost since of my emotions." He paused and noticed that Eileen hadn't move a bone in her body, yet he continued. "You are way more beautiful than what you think. It's just… I'm not meant for you. Can you forget what-"

"Rigby… I should be the one saying sorry…" Eileen slowly sat down on the bed beside him and fixed her hair. She rubbed her eyes as Rigby waited for what she had to say. She smiled sweetly and fumbled with her thumbs.

"I didn't mean to really say that to you. I also was caught up in the moment." She looked into his eyes.

"But, I know how you feel, sort of…"

Rigby put on a confused face. "Wait… what do you mean? You're not secretly gay too… right?" Rigby raised one of his brows and bent his body back like he was getting ready for another confession. Eileen rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"No Rigby, I'm not interested in girls… it's just that… Ummm… you know when you are trying to get with… Mordecai… and Margaret usually get in your way? Well, I finally realize that feeling today. I was trying so hard to impress you tonight, but it felt like Margaret was already sweeping you off your feet. But I can't imagine dealing with the thought that your secret crush, and yet best friend, is in love with someone else for more than a year!" She giggled a little as Rigby blushed.

"Oh, come on Eileen, you know that if she ever swept me off my feet that I would perform a 360 degree turn in midair and knock her out." He laughed for a bit as Eileen joined on the laughter. The both of them were cheering up from the emotional breakdown as they hugged each other. Eileen looked up at Rigby with cheerful eyes as she asked,

"Rigby, what's different from Mordecai and I that you like about him?"

He paused and thought of a good response, but at the same time not to say anything embarrassing.

"You know… you're a great mole and all and I love how different you are from the rest of us. But the thing about Mordecai is that… we've always been there for each other ever since we met." He started blushing again and was rubbing the back of his head. "He's… good-looking… and smart… and kind… and yet we have still have fun doing crazy things together. He's got a good build and a…" He thought of extra things of which he found Mordecai attractive but he decided not to go into detail. "But anyway, you get what I mean…" He then jump-back to how Eileen felt about as he tried to clear things up.

"Please don't be offended that I've always loved Mordecai more… then you… You'll… you are going to find someone more fit for you then me!" He felt really awkward saying that as he cleared his throat.

Eileen smiled and fixed her curly hair again. "Do you really think that I can find someone better than you?"

Rigby straightened up and replied, "Hey, there's no one better than me… I mean… there's nobo-…" He stumbled on his words as he realized what he said. But Eileen giggled at how Rigby always felt as if no one was better than him. Rigby rubbed the back of his head and laughed at his own flaw. Then he looked onto the cheered up mole.

"So… can we still be friends?"

Eileen wiped a loose tear from her eyes before shaking her head. "You know, I find it sort of cute that… you have a secret crush on Mordecai." She giggled again and poked on Rigby. "It's better that you like him then you liking my best friend… by the way, why don't you like her in the first place?" Rigby snorted and thought back on all the times he didn't get along with that avian. He took his time and explained how he felt toward Margaret, all the times they would glare at each other, all the times when Rigby felt jealous of her taking Mordecai's heart, and he even told about what happened at the theatre and the blackmailing.

Eileen laughed at how Rigby described to her his feelings toward Margaret while she clened her face from the plastered make-up. Rigby then told her not to tell anyone about what he's said.

"Oh my goodness. I... I promise not to tell anyone about this, especially Margaret. This can be our little secret. You know what? I want to know more about how you feel for Mordecai, plus even more information on the relationship between you and Margaret." Rigby smiled brightly and rolled his eyes, as she continued.

"So why don't we talk about this back at the restaurant downstairs? I can ask for a reheating of our food, since my dad practically owns this place." She smiled brightly at him as he did the same.

"Yeah, that would be cool dude… I mean dudet!" Eileen giggled and got herself off the bed.

"Oh, and Rigby... I love the idea of us still being friends and all. I guess we can tell each other things without worrying about anyone else judgeing us." She blushed a little and cocked her head to the side. "Thanks for telling me the truth." She smiled brightly, and Rigby smiled right back.

'Wow... for the first time in my life, I can finally talk to her without being uncomfortable. hmm...'

"Yeah, we should totally hang out more often!"

The raccoon got up from the bed and playfully led her out of the bedroom, turning the lights off behind them.

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Within the dark atmosphere of the deserted room, a small figure floated from behind the curtains and floated out of the room.


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Eileen and Rigby chatted some more while eating their reheated food, which were covered in an over-abundance of melted cheese. Rigby was talking so much of how he felt on different things, using different hand gestures and using overdramatic detail to describe stories of his, that he basically spilled his whole life to her (well, most of it). Eileen got really into the conversation and tittered at some of his jokes. Rigby was so into talking to her that he didn't even look back at Margaret for the rest of the meal.

As for Margaret and Mordecai, they talked about their families and favorite things and such. Apparently, Margaret is a daddy's girl. Her dad promotes nice parties/meetings for the invited and privileged guest from casinos and banks. Even though she comes from a rich background, where her parents were close to being millionaires every year with their paychecks, she said that she always wanted to live a simple life. But she couldn't help it but allow her dad to spoil her sometimes.

"You know, I really want my dad to invite you to a fancy party a month from now! Would you want to go?" Mordecai thought about it and responded,

"Sure! Why not? I bet it's going to be faaanccy!" Margaret gave him a 'you silly' look and pecked him again. He blushed hard red as he drank more of his cola.

An hour passed for the two couples, as they finished up their conversations, and started to head out. It was around 11:32 p.m. and the four of them stood outside near the entrance. The rain had already subsided and the streets literally reflected the light from the 'Spaghatta's' sign. They all got together and made an old man take their picture. Mordecai and Margaret then told the other two about the plans for later. Then Margaret spoke out to Eileen and Rigby about something very important. Especially at Rigby…

"So, Mordecai and I have a surprise to tell ya!" She wrapped her arms around Mordecai as he smiled nervously. But at the same time, he felt like he just won the lottery.

"Uh, yeah, Margaret and I are-"

"We're dating!" And she gave a big kiss on the side of the nervous jay's face. Eileen and Rigby froze there in shock. Rigby felt like his world was shaking. His arms felt heavy and his legs were flimsy. Eileen glanced at Rigby before she spoke out in fake delight.

"OH THAT'S GREAT! COGRATS YOU TWO! Heh…" She stopped and put on a fake smile. She secretly nudged Rigby to do same thing that she was doing. So, while he tried holding all his anger and sorrow in, he faked a smiled at the two love birds; even though he felt like crying at that point. Margaret smiled and clapped her feathery hands together.

"All righty then... We'll meet up two days from now at Mini Golf Arena! It will be fun!" She grabbed Mordecai's anxious arm and pulled her closer to him. "Can you lead me to my car, Mordi-pie?"

Mordecai, who was still sweating like a dog, pulled his chest out and led her toward the bug beetle. Margaret looked back at Eileen and Rigby, who were awkwardly standing there. They were both at a loss of words.

"Hey Eileen and Rigby? Are you coming or what?"

Eileen snapped out of it and yelled back to Margaret, "Give me a sec!" She then pulled Rigby over, who was already filling up with tears.

"Ok Rigby, just… take a deep breath. You can make it through thi-"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I'm… too late! She already gave him a nick name! A NICKNAME! I'll never get to him now! It's all my fault… Now they are going to get married and I'm going to be left broken hearted. I've tried being supportive of him but in the end it doesn't matter. I should have tol-" He stopped talking when Eileen placed her finger on his lips.

"Look Rigby, cheer up. I'll… help you try to get your man back, alright?"

Rigby immediately looked up with hopeful eyes.

"You… will?" Eileen raised and fixed him up. She then shrugged and cocked her head to the left.

"Of course I'll help, what are friends for?"

Rigby wiped his tears out and calmed down. "But, isn't Margaret your best friend? If you help break them apart, then yo-"

"Yeah, but I can't let her take away your Mordecai. You were really meant for each other… I guess he just doesn't know it yet. Besides, I bet Margaret won't last that long with him. She… changes from boy to boy often. So, we'll think of something." She winked at him as she finished up fixing him. She then added,

"Oh, and I'm not going to try to impress you ever again." She smiled and Rigby shook his head with his smirk, while with his teary eyes.

"Oh yeah? Well, I'll never try to impress you ever again either! Not even with this tie! Hmm Hmm!"

They both stood there facing each other with cheerful expressions. The raccoon suddenly hugged her.

"Thanks Eileen... for understanding."

Eileen held her eyes shut and embraced the hug. She felt like she can finally talk to someone without be ridiculed for her looks or who she was. Hopefully the two can become best friends since they had nothing to hide or they didn't to worry about dating each other. They stepped from each other and and started walking.

"Hold on Rigby, let me get your tie. It's funny that you can't fix your own tie even though you're wearing one. I'm wondering who fixed it for you?" She eyed Mordecai from afar and looked at Rigby, who smirked while he shrugged. Eileen shook her head and fixed his tie before he led her to the beetle car.


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"Can't you believe it, Rigby? I'm finally dating the girl of my dreams!"

Mordecai honked the horn in excitement as Rigby acted like he was happy for him. They both shouted out, "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" before making a wicked turn. The raccoon then gazed back at the streets, with the after-rain wind brushing his fur back.

Rigby really was happy that Mordecai's night went great for him, but he was still emotional hurt at the fact that he could have stopped this 'horrible' relationship from happening. Nevertheless, he wanted to support Mordecai's decision and relationship. Sooner or later though, he wanted to break those two apart.

"So Rigby, you know that were going with Margaret and Eileen to play mini golf, two days from now. So, I find it best to skip ahead and do two days of work on one day, which will be tomorrow. This can lead us to getting fully ready for a day with Margaret and Eileen on the next day."

"WHAT? But I thought we could go and visit that comic store tomorrow like you promise! I really wanted to go with you! This is so not cool dude. You've been on me recently on getting all this stuff done so you can go hang out with Margaret. And I don't feel like I'm being appreciated enough!" He shifted his body and pouted. Mordecai looked up, like he needed a miracle, and sighed.

"Gosh, fine! We'll go to the comic store. But we're still doing most of those chores for tomorrow, dude. Besides, I want to see Margaret again." When he said that, Mordecai imagined himself holding hands with her. The way she felt and how beautiful she was. He couldn't wait to see her again. And yet, he was still troubled on how she hated gay people.

'Would I ever tell her that I'm bi?'

The thought sort of bothered him a little. However, he ignored it and kept thinking on how great Margaret was to him.

Minutes felt like hours for the raccoon, who was dozing off slowly. Rigby reflected on how his day went and all that happened: dealing with Margaret, telling his secret to the one that loved him, supporting his best friend on something he didn't agree on… he felt like he's been through a lot in the last twenty four hours. Rigby yawned and wavered away into a deep sleep after watching the deserted streets for so long. His snoring was so loud and impeccable that it disturbed Mordecai from his thoughts. Mordecai glanced at Rigby and smiled at his sleeping friend. Rigby looked like he just got out of a train wreck as his arms and legs were spread out everywhere and his drooling continued to flow out of his mouth.

After thirty minutes passed, Mordecai and the sleeping raccoon arrived back at their humble home. All the lights were out, from what Mordecai could tell, as he carried the raccoon out of the car. He felt Rigby's soft fur as he patted it and headed up the stairs that led to the porch. After he unlocked the door and headed into their bedroom, Mordecai turned on a lamp and laid Rigby on his small trampoline; covering him with the random clothes. Rigby moved a bit and smiled within his covers. Mordecai smirked at the sight and got up. Before he went for his bed he heard Rigby say quietly,

"Oh, Mordecai…"

Mordecai turned around to see if he was awake. However, he saw Rigby with his eyes shut and his arms outstretched, reaching for something. Mordecai got close to him and waited to hear what he had to say. While crouching, Mordecai was reminded of what happened earlier that day; with the tie fixing and their faces touching each other and such. Mordecai could still feel the remains of Rigby's fur as he was tempted to touch his fur again. He bet that Margaret wouldn't mind, since she would never know, and that Rigby was one heavy sleeper and wouldn't wake up. So he decided to take the opportunity just to see how soft he was. He looked around before he slowly started rubbing the raccoon's back. He felt weird doing this, and yet he found it funny on how Rigby was flinching and turning. Rigby's tail started flopping up and down as Rigby smiled faintly. The sleepy raccoon chuckled a little and turned over, making Mordecai's hand slide away. Mordecai continued to tease the exhausted friend as he scratched his ears. Rigby waved his arms around and giggled.

"Stop it, hehe hehe… stop it…" He flipped around and covered up. Mordecai shook his head and grinned.

'Wow, he is one soft raccoon… and… he's pretty cut-'

He shockingly froze from his thought and stared at Rigby, with wide eyes and shrunk up pupils. He seemed so snuggled underneath the clothes. Mordecai got up and slowly headed to bed.

Mordecai felt so… different. He lied there under his covers, contemplating on what he was thinking.

'Do I… I… still like Rigby?'

He shifted and stared at the ceiling, debating on what he felt for Rigby, before he fell asleep.


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Margaret laid in her bed as she stared at her decorated ceiling. She thought of how she felt about Mordecai. A little shy and nervous at first, but she could see him being more like… her type. She thought about the black mailing on Rigby and figured that she should drop it anyway. She'll just let Rigby off the hook… just this once. Besides, who's really going to care what happened at the theatre anyways?

'Not me!'

Margaret rolled her eyes and turned her head over her pillow.

Before she fell asleep, her phone rang. She got up and looked at the time, which was 12:06 a.m. and growled. She picked up her phone and saw that the number was unidentified.

"HELLO? WHO'S THIS? DO YOU KNOW THAT IT'S PAST TWELVE?"

She heard an unrecognizable, raspy voice respond to her.

"Hello Margaret, I have something to tell you…"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH ME? I HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE! SO GET OFF OR I WILL!"

"Calm down Margaret, yeesh. You remind of my mom. Never mind. I have to tell you something about Rigby-"

"I DON'T CARE, I'M HANGI-… Wait, did you say Rigby?" She listened in, sliding phone closer to her ear hole.

"Ummm… Yes I did… Rigby has a well hidden secret that I think you should know about."

Margaret curled an evil smile as she glared at the picture of what Mordecai, Rigby, Eileen and she have taken tonight at Spaghattii's. It was already framed and was put on top of her clothes dresser. In the picture though, she has drawn a red X to cover Rigby's face, plus a pair of devil horns on his head. Margaret regained her focus back to the phone.

"Well then… I'm listening…"


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