Rigby and Mordecai sat on the couch in their living room, playing copious amounts of video games and eating just as much junk food. They had been doing this for almost 24 hours. Suddenly, Mordecai's phone rings. He stares at it for a moment, not realizing what exactly it is until he really thinks about it. He quickly snatches it up off of the arm of the couch and answers.
"Yo?" He says half enthusiastically.
"Hey! Wanna come down and visit with me? You and Rigby! I'm on break!" It was Margaret. Mordecai's face lit up.
"Sure! We'll be right down!" Mordecai - still in his boxers - rushed upstairs without saying a word. Rigby was so confused, but he figured it was Margaret. Even though they had been "together" for a few months now, Mordecai wasn't ready to make it public yet. But oh how Rigby wanted him to.
Mordecai came flying down the stairs. He ran by the couch and grabbed hold of Rigby's arm. Rigby jolted as he was pulled off the couch and out the door. They slid into the cart and were off in a second.
"Dude, are we going to see Margaret? Again?!" Rigby was almost angry with Mordecai.
"Yea, I need to keep us covered up dude, you understand, right?" Rigby knew that Mordecai wasn't trying to hurt him, but he was. Rigby couldn't tell him that, not yet.
"Yea, I get it." He said with a sigh.
"Thanks man." They drove up to the coffee shop and found Margaret sitting outside. Mordecai enthusiastically hopped out of the cart and sat next to her.
"Hey guys!" She waved. Rigby sat down next to Mordecai. Rigby knew his boundaries, but because he was a bit pissed off at Mordecai for still hiding their relationship, it was time to get even. He placed his hand on top of Mordecai's, which rested on his knee.
"Dude, what the hell?!" Mordecai snapped. He pulled his hand free. Rigby looked at Mordecai, his eyes filled with sadness. "Dude, not now!" He whispered through his teeth. Rigby was becoming more and more irritated. He felt like he wanted to hide. He couldn't stand to see his lover flirting with a girl!
"What's going on guys?" Margaret asked. Mordecai put a hand on the back of his neck and smiled awkwardly.
"Oh nothing, Rigby's just being stupid that's all." That was it. Rigby stood and grabbed Mordecai by the chin. He held him so firmly that his fingers turned white. His other hand was clenched into a fist, and he was bright red.
"I'm being stupid?!" Mordecai pulled Rigby's hand away from his face.
"Dude, stop it! I dunno what's eatin' you, but . . ." Rigby clenched his teeth.
"You know exactly what's eating me! You're flirting with someone you don't even really care about!" Margaret turned to Mordecai. She was shocked, and so sad.
"Is it true Mordecai?" She said softly.
"I'll tell you what's the truth Margaret, 'cause he never will! He doesn't love you, wanna know why?"
"Rigby, stop it . . .!" Mordecai was desperate at this point, he couldn't have her know about them, not yet. But it was too late.
"We've secretly been together, and by that I mean intimate for the last few months!" Margaret looked at Mordecai. She was bright red, and in shock. Suddenly, a deep frown pierced her features. She stood up and slapped Mordecai hard on the cheek. Mordecai was shocked as well. He held the side of his face, mouth agape. He was bright red.
"So Mordecai, you've been using me as a cover up for you and your little boyfriend?! Well, I hope you two have fun together! I never want to see your face again!" She ran inside, tears streaming down her cheeks. Rigby was breathing heavily, his heart racing fast. Mordecai stood slowly. He towered over his lover like a sky scraper. Rigby was almost scared of him. Mordecai took hold of Rigby by the collar of his shirt and picked him up off the ground a bit.
"What did I tell you?! Hu?! Your little burst of emotions lost me a friend!" Rigby struggled to keep his toes on the floor.
"No . . . i-it made you loose a . . . cover up!" Mordecai lost it. He hurled Rigby around and held him up against the wall.
"You little asshole!"
"I'm not scared of you! You could never hurt me! I know you couldn't, 'cause you don't wanna be just like your Daddy! BUT LOOK AT YOU NOW!" Rigby's words were acid in Mordecai's veins. He threw Rigby to the ground and got on top of him. Margaret saw what was going on through the window and rushed outside. She pulled Mordecai off of Rigby, and other workers came to the boys aid. Margaret shook Mordecai, who didn't seem to know what was going on.
"Mordecai! Oh my God!" He shook his head. His vision was blurry, but he could make out Rigby's stripped t-shirt. As his vision slowly returned to him, he realized what he had done. He looked down at his hands. They were covered in the blood of his lover. He never thought he could do that, to anyone, let alone Rigby. He pushed the crowd aside and got down next to Rigby. He put his head on his chest to see if he was still in there.
"Thank God." Mordecai whispered. He picked Rigby up softly, and carried him like a baby out of the crowd. Margaret stopped him on the way to the cart.
"Mordecai, I think you've done enough." She said angrily.
"No, I've got to make this right." He buckled his friend into the cart and drove him home.
