A/N This is a slight Rigleen follow-up to "Camping Can Be Cool." Originally a one-shot, this will be split into five parts for cleaner reading. I apologize for geographical, character-based, or any other types of inconsistencies. I don't own Regular Show.

Eileen Can Be Cool

The Car

He certainly didn't plan for this to happen. No, Rigby didn't plan to go camping with Margaret and Eileen, but he certainly didn't plan for the entire incident to end up like this: having their secret camping spot discovered, not to mention running for their lives from some half-man, half-deer creature.

Although it was unplanned (life constantly worked that way), it strangely wasn't unexpected. Why did every attempt Mordecai seized at winning Margaret always had to end up in a life or death situation? Whether those two simply weren't meant to be or Mordecai was just made of pure fail, that was just one of the many reasons Rigby had not wanted Margaret and Eileen to tag along.

But yet, he was slightly, slightly glad they did. He certainly didn't plan to be that friendly with Eileen, but there was always a first for everything, right? Before today, she was just that weird mole-girl, burying her "turtle eggs" and slipping away into the background of the Coffee Shop. Now, she was that weird mole-girl who could kick butt at video games, start fires from scratch, and name the constellations without even having to look up at the sky.

But she was still weird. She'd always be weird.

Now Rigby found himself giving her—Eileen—a compliment as Margaret drove and the highway rolled on, stretching and stretching until it met the sunrise at the skyline. He didn't want to sit by her, but he nevertheless had to give that girl props for helping out to save everyone and whatnot.

The density of the forest had subsided, and for a long time, there was an expanse of open fields. They even passed by a small town, home to a quaint number of residents. As the car continued to roll across the highway for a few hours, a new forest gradually sprung up again. Narrow bypasses swerved into the woods to alert drivers that cities were still near, merely obscured by foliage.

"Hmm, looks like we'll be running out of gas soon," Margaret declared to no one in particular. "I think there's a stop coming up ahead…Mordecai?" Margaret rubbernecked to Mordecai, who was right next to Rigby in the back seat of the car.

"Yeah Margaret?" the blue jay responded in a rather swift tone.

"Could you check the map and find out when we'll be hitting the exit to the nearest gas station?"

"Sure thing," Mordecai replied, smiling at Margaret sincerely. Margaret gave Mordecai a slight smile back, then turned her attention back to the road. The red robin turned on the radio, a couple of catchy tunes and one not-so catchy tunes being strung together in the lineup.

"I hope an exit's coming up soon," Rigby piped in briefly. "I really gotta use the bathroom." Rigby kicked back and folded his arms, catching stray glances from Eileen here and there. He raised a brow, deciding to take heed. "What?"

"Oh, it's just," Eileen stuttered, "I was just thinking that we didn't finish our match. You know, since we were caught up in being hunted for food and all."

Rigby sat up. "Huh?" Their match had ended awhile ago. It was weird how Eileen had somehow brought it up again, especially hours after Margaret had started driving. Oh well. Another game couldn't hurt, and Eileen was probably tired before from being nearly killed earlier this day.

"Oh yeah," the raccoon mumbled, "I guess we didn't." He grinned confidently, taking out his handheld and leaning forward. "Why don't we start over, then? I am so going to win."

Rigby was rather impressed over Eileen's gaming skills, and compared to most girls he knew, she could really tear it up in battle. Well, Rigby hardly knew any girls outside Margaret and Eileen. Okay, he didn't know any outside of those two. But still.

Eileen's face lit up as she nodded slowly. "Is that so?" she challenged, fumbling to get her own handheld. She gripped it tightly. "Because I'm pretty sure I am going to beat you."

"Pfff," Rigby scoffed, "you wish." Eileen couldn't help but smile at Rigby, who grinned at her cockily.

"Uh, woops."

Rigby and Eileen, who were both on the brink of firing up their video game systems for a rematch, paused to turn around and face Mordecai.

"Mordecai, what is it?" Rigby asked, but the moment the question slipped out, the answer was self-explanatory, being written all over his best friend's face. Mordecai, however, gave the answer nonetheless.

"I forgot to tell you that we kinda missed the exit for the gas station," the blue jay uttered slowly. Rigby let his disapproval show through frowns and a "Dude, why?" while Eileen just nodded sadly. Mordecai smiled nervously, looking as if he was resisting the desire to slap himself across the face. "Sorry."

"That's fine, Mordecai," Margaret called out from the driver's seat. "I'll just turn back and-"

As if on cue, an unfortunately, perfectly-timed cue, the car's engine coughed to halt. She sent Mordecai a look that mixed the helplessness and frustration of not only herself, but of the current setback she now had to deal with.

"Thanks a lot, Mordecai. How are we supposed to get home now?" Rigby grumbled, shooting his friend another glare. Great. First they get wrapped up in a do or die situation, now they have no means of transportation and he had to pee. "And I seriously have to go use the bathroom."

"Dude, if you have to use the bathroom, just take a whiz out in the woods," Mordecai countered. He chuckled, appearing quite amused. The expression on Rigby's face evidently showed he was not pleased. "Besides, it's not like anyone's gonna look."

"No way," the raccoon yelled, waving his arms in an additional sign of disdain. "And get attacked by another one of those freakish deer creatures, again? Pfff, not a chance."

"He's got a point," Margaret stated simply from the driver's seat.

"I concur," said Eileen. She pushed her glasses further up her nose. "Though the probability of that happening twice in the same day is slim to none, I still don't think it's such a good idea."

Rigby, despite being angry with Mordecai, along with trying to suppress his bladder urges, managed to grin contentedly. He crossed his arms and arched a brow triumphantly. Mordecai took notice to that and crossed his arms, mimicking Rigby. He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Ugh, fine. Why don't we all walk towards the gas station and see if we can get this car towed?"

"Really?" Rigby whined, his face in pure disbelief. "After all that running we did, now we have to get up and get moving again?" Oh, and not to mention to possibility of being attacked by a deer-man. Again.

"Rigby," Mordecai sighed in annoyance, "what other options do we have? We need to get home, and you can only hold the urge to pee for so long." Mordecai rubbed his head in thought. "I think it's the only shot we've got. C'mon everyone; let's go."

"But how far away is it?" Margaret asked, not even bothering to unbuckle her seatbelt. Mordecai was the only one unbuckled; everyone else just stared at the blue jay listlessly.

"Oh don't worry Margaret," Eileen reassured. "I'm sure we won't have to walk too far. Mordecai did say we barely missed it."

Mordecai grabbed the map and scanned it. He sighed, "Yeah, um, it's about fifteen miles away. But hey, I'm sure we can make it there and back in no time at all." The blue jay smiled uneasily, shrugging.

Everyone except Mordecai exchanged skeptic glances. Rigby had a look of displeasure while Eileen and Margaret seemed to have given up hope. "I don't know," the red robin uttered doubtfully, "it's pretty risky. Maybe we should just wait until a car passes by. We can thumb for help then."

"Oh no no no," Rigby disagreed hastily, "there's not gonna be a car passing by for hours. And what if we get attacked by that deer guy again?"

"Are you still scared over that whole incident?" Mordecai asked in interest. "Wow, Rigby, way to be a man. I swear, you've mentioned that at least twice already. We're hours away from the area he was at. Stop being such a baby and if you need to pee, just go. Baby."

"STOP TALKING."

Mordecai sneered, "Whatever man. I say we go for it."

"Look," the raccoon huffed, "I want to get out of here as soon as possible. I just don't want to have to walk for two miles. It's risky. Okay?"

"Dude," Mordecai frowned, "you don't want to walk towards the gas station but yet you want to leave right away? That doesn't even make any sense, but then I guess nothing does, not when you're trying to use logic. Well if you're so dead-set on leaving, why don't you come up with a clever way to try to get us out of here?"

Rigby gave Mordecai another one of his fierce looks. "Don't you point the finger at me," he growled, pointing a finger at Mordecai. "You're the one who didn't tell Margaret the nearest exit."

The blue jay slapped his forehead, taking a deep breath and subconsciously crumpling the map that rested on his lap. "Ugh, I wasn't 'pointing fingers' at you. Sheesh…"

"Look guys," Eileen uttered firmly, "all of this arguing isn't going to get us anywhere. We have probably wasted five minutes listening to you two argue. Does anyone have a phone?" Everyone shook their heads. The mole-girl mused, "Hmm. Perhaps there's a call box nearby? We can have someone come over and tow the car to the gas station without having to walk very far."

"And how long will that take?" Rigby asked as a slim sliver of hope gleamed faintly in his eyes.

"Well," Eileen began, "the time it takes for them to arrive ranges from thirty minutes to two hours." Everyone groaned, obviously dissatisfied with Eileen's answer. The mole-girl merely smiled, "Don't worry. Better late than never, right?"

"But we can't possibly wait that long," Margaret sighed, giving a quick shake of her head before she reclined back in her seat.

"Mordecai," Eileen said, "can I see the map?"

"Oh, sure Eileen, hold on-"

"I'll give her the map," Rigby declared abruptly. He snatched the map from Mordecai's grasp just as the blue jay reached over to get it. "You'll probably read it wrong or something."

"Now who's the one with the high school diploma here?" Mordecai huffed in amusement. Oh no. Oh no. Mordecai had gone too far this time…

"STOP TALKING."

The blue jay rolled his eyes. "Give me the map, dude," Mordecai commanded, narrowing his eyes at Rigby. He snatched it from the raccoon's grip. "I was just about to give it to Eileen."

Rigby grabbed the map, but Mordecai maintained a firm hold on it. "No way. I was just about to give it to Eileen." Rigby honestly did not know what the H was Mordecai's problem. He just wanted to give Eileen the map so she could figure out a way to get them home. He attempted to pull it out of Mordecai's grasp, yanking it tightly. It only budged slightly.

"Uh, guys?" Eileen asked timidly, pointing to the map in the same manner as her tone. Neither of the two even glanced at her, as both of them continued to tug on the map. "Guys?" she asked, almost pleadingly. Eileen glimpsed at Margaret for support, but her friend was occupied, staring off emptily into space.

"Why do you have to be so annoying?" Mordecai grumbled. Yank.

"Why do you have to be so annoying?" Rigby retorted lamely, pointing another finger at his friend. Tug, yank.

And before anyone knew it, the interior of the car was strewn with bits and pieces of what once could be classified as a "map." Mordecai stared at Rigby; Rigby stared at Mordecai. Eileen stared at Rigby who stared at Mordecai who shifted his attention from Rigby to Margaret, who was still staring off emptily into space. Mordecai and Rigby both stared at Eileen sheepishly, who in return, stared at both of them with a sympathetic smile.

"Uhhh, sorry about the map," Mordecai mumbled.

"Yeah," Rigby uttered, "sorry."

"We can't waste any more time," Eileen declared quite boldly, unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the car door. She stood up, both feet planted on the pavement and one hand loosely gripping the door. "I'm going to walk over to the gas station. And you guys can just sit tight and wait over here, okay?"

Just as Eileen was about to slam the door, Mordecai stopped her with a simple gesture of his wing. "Wait," he said swiftly, "you can't possibly go alone, can you?"

It was her turn to raise a hand. "Oh no, it's fine," Eileen insisted. "Besides, I used to get lost in the woods a lot, remember? I know I can follow the highway and find my way to something as obvious as a gas station. And the skies are clear and sunny. No worries, alright?"

Mordecai merely arched an eyebrow as the mole-girl shut the car door to a tight click. He glanced at Rigby, who was noticeably trying to resist bladder temptations. "Dude, you know what?" Mordecai asked as he gazed down onto the raccoon.

Rigby glanced towards his friend. "What?"

"I think you should totally go with her," the blue jay stated simply.

The raccoon shook his head furiously, "No way. I'm going to look like a little tag along, and do you know what that'll imply? She'll think I'll like her—which I don't—and then everything will go downhill from there."

The blue jay's face darkened into a glare. "Dude, it's like you said: what if the deer man comes back? Do you honestly want to let her go out there by herself?"

"Well if you're so worried about her, why don't you go out there with her?" Rigby countered. Mordecai motioned his head towards Margaret, who seemed to be shaking her head in disbelief. Rigby rolled his eyes. Margaret had, without a doubt, lost hope in Mordecai and Rigby and had most likely put all her faith in Eileen. "No. No. No. No. No," the raccoon grumbled.

"Come on Rigby," Mordecai pleaded. He examined the raccoon closely. "You still need to go take a whiz anyways, so once you're done with that, you can go catch up to Eileen. While you're with her, I'll thumb for a ride just in case a car passes by. Come on Rigby…what if something happens to her?"

Rigby folded his arms tightly across his chest. Just because he thought Eileen was less lame (by a fraction, mind you) than when they first started the camping trip doesn't mean he was going to escort her to the gas station. She was still Eileen, after all, and despite everything they went through in the recent past, Rigby didn't want her to get any ideas about him liking her. No, no. He definitely did not want that to happen.

"So what?" Rigby shrugged. "She's a big girl. She can take care of herself. She survived in the woods alone, remember?"

Mordecai mimicked Rigby and crossed his arms. He let an icy, bitter stare descend from his eyes into Rigby's. The raccoon looked into his friend's eyes with a firm defiance, a firm defiance that lasted for only a few seconds. Rigby exhaled deeply, defeated.

"Fine, I'll go," he muttered, "but first, I'm gonna pee." He was a simple guy with simple needs, after all.

Rigby unbuckled his seatbelt slowly. He slid towards the edge of the seat and unlocked the car door.

Margaret finally spoke. "Hey Rigby," she uttered, "take good care of Eileen, okay?" Rigby just grunted, nodding slowly. The raccoon wasn't confident in how beneficial he would be to a girl who could start her own fires, but he assumed that he could be Eileen's muscle.

"Besides," the robin began again, "Eileen can be cool."

Mordecai waved to him, almost victoriously. Rigby sighed once more before slamming the door and trudging into the woods deep enough so no one could see.

Part 1 of 5.