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Hiding The Obvious Truth

Out of all of the different kinds of days there were to choose from - rainy, sunny, humid, cold, windy, stormy, snowy - confusing just had to be chosen.

These were the kinds of days where you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or in Rigby's case, the trampoline.

However, Mordecai's case was a little different...

Rigby opened his eyes halfway and blinked uncomfortably a couple of times before sitting up, also uncomfortably.

"Uuugggghhh..." he groaned as he rubbed his eyes slowly. Once his hands were out of his vision, he looked over at Mordecai's bed.

Empty.

Rigby decided to ignore this fact, seeing as how Mordecai would probably just be downstairs, eating breakfast or something. So he stood up off the trampoline and looked out the window.

"Well, at least he didn't start work without me. We're supposed to mow the lawn today..." he said, clearly annoyed at the fact.

"Don't forget about weeding," said Mordecai, also clearly, but not as annoyed.

"Huh-OOF!" Rigby tried to say as he turned and tripped over...Mordecai.

As Rigby fell, he quickly tucked his head down and did a summersault across the room.

"Wa-CHA!" he shouted as he turned his head in Mordecai's direction after he was on his feet again.

Apparently, Mordecai was lying face-up on their bedroom floor, moderately close the window. His feet were pointed towards Rigby's sad excuse for a bed. His face was pointed straight up at the ceiling. If you looked close enough, you could tell he was frowning slightly.

"Weeding!?" said Rigby.

"Uuuggghhhh," Mordecai groaned as he put his left hand over his eyes, "yeah, dude. Benson gave me this big heads up last night. There's alot more than just weeding and mowing."

"Oh, I don't even wanna know, dude," said Rigby as he straightened his posture, "we'll just get 'em all done, one by one."

"That's a pretty good attitude, dude," said Mordecai, removing his hand from his eyes, nodding slowly and losing his frown. He then turned his head and faced Rigby with a more serious look, "But there's something else you might wanna know."

"What?"

"Dude... Look outside..."

Rigby crawled quickly around Mordecai to the window and looked outside at the park again. He then noticed the green was very thick.

"So what," he said, "the grass is tall. We have a pretty awesome mower, remember?"

"That's not grass, dude," said Mordecai, looking at the ceiling again.

"What?" said Rigby, confused. He then came to a realization. "AHHHH-OOF!" he screamed as he stepped back and tripped over Mordecai again, this time without the summersault.

"Those are weeds!?" he shouted.

Mordecai put his hand over his eyes again. "Yeah, dude, and we have to pull all of them..."

They both groaned simultaneously.

Mordecai removed his hand, looking straight up at the ceiling again. "Sorry, by the way," he said.

"Uhhh, for what?" Rigby asked, clearly confused.

Mordecai didn't look at him. He just held out two of his right-hand fingers horizontally, and showed two of his left-hand fingers tripping over them.

"Oh, it's no biggie man," said Rigby.

"That was pretty ninja the first time, though," said Mordecai.

"You bet it was," said Rigby, with his hands in a fake kung fu stance. "Hey, what are you doing down there, anyway?"

Mordecai then held up his right hand and described with it as he spoke. "I woke up early, remembering what Benson said about weeding. Then I looked out the window and fainted."

"That's it?"

"That's it, dude."

"That's kinda hard to believe, man."

"No it's not..."

"It so is! Knowing you, you'd be-"

"I know what you're gonna say," Mordecai cut him off, looking straight at his face, "don't say it, dude."

Rigby just smiled at him blankly until he looked back at the ceiling again.

"Dreamin' about Margaret," Rigby said, extending Mordecai's crush's name.

Mordecai looked at him again. "Well, I wasn't, dude!" he said, utterly annoyed at his comment.

"Dude, that's like trying to believe that-"

"That what?" Mordecai cut him off, "That you don't have a thing for Eileen?"

"STOP TALKING!" Rigby shouted.

They heard a knock on their bedroom door.

"Guys," they could hear Benson, who apparently wasn't yelling, "come downstairs. We need to have a meeting about the weeding."

Mordecai and Rigby both looked at each other, knowing they had the same idea...

"Weeding-meeting!" they jingled with their hands in the air.

"Wow, really...?" they could hear Benson sigh from behind the door. He was, as always, not amused. "And Rigby..."

Rigby looked at the door.

"He's right," they heard him say. They then heard footsteps trailing down the stairs.

Rigby had the most defeated look on his face, while Mordecai savored his own victory with a smile starting on one side of his face and ending on other.

"You really know how to dig your own graves, Rigby," Mordecai said with a smirk.

"Whatever, man," Rigby sighed in defeat and walked to the door to head downstairs.

Mordecai's smile faded as he followed. He knew that even though Rigby was defeated, he had just lied to his best friend's face. Of course he was dreaming about Margaret.

However... It wasn't exactly how Rigby imagined.