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Mordecai and I cheered with our usual 'oooooooooooooh' as we set off for the park; picking up the cart had taken longer than expected and no doubt Benson was going to make us do some lame chores to make up for the time. Since Benson was going to yell at us anyway, I took a deep breath and turned down the radio. I think that now would be the time to tell him.

"Man what the H? Dude they were like 5 minutes from playing fist pump!" Mordecai gave Rigby a light punch in the arm and cranked the radio back up

"Hey, can I just talk to you for a second Mordecai?" I asked, heart already beating quickly.

"Rigby for the last time you can't just get a degree on the internet" Mordecai laughed, swerving violently to avoid a puddle causing me to fall on top of him. Man he is so… soft… like I could just cuddle him all day…

"Dude what are you doing?" Mordecai looked at me quizzically, and I realised I was wriggling in his lap, I started blushing madly and shot back into my seat

"N-nothing bro. Can you please just… pull over?" I asked, ashamed of what I was about to say.

"Pff, whatever" Mordecai sighed and slowed down by the curb, I was almost in tears because I was so scared of what I was going to admit. Mordecai noticed my whimpering and gave me a concerned look "dude are you okay, you're whimpering like a little kid"

"STOP TALKING!" I yelled, pissed that he didn't even seem to give a fuck that his friend was upset, whatever. "Look, man I just need to say something that I've been thinking about for a while." Mordecai widened his eyes, I guess I'd just never been serious with him, or at least hadn't been serious in a long time. Okay, here goes… deep breaths.

"Mordecai, I'm… well, uh, I'm uh" I was stammering. Keep it cool Rigby, here goes, "Mordecai I'm gay." I mumbled, blushing furiously. I looked down and for what seemed like an hour Mordecai just stared at me, I took a glance up but his expression was still. Finally he spoke up, and what he said crushed my heart into little bits:

"Rigby, get out of the cart." His expression was stone.

"what… but I… bro listen I jus-" and that's when he punched me. I could feel the anger behind it, like I'd done something wrong… Like I was wrong. I curled up in a little ball and cried, no one was around to see me so I just let the tears roll down my cheeks for as long as they would flow. And then when I'd run out of tears I just lay there, hugging my legs. I'd just lost the best friend – the only friend – I'd ever had. I didn't even notice that Mordecai had already driven the cart away.

After about an hour or two I got up and walked back to the house. I knocked on the door, shivering from cold and sniffling, and HFG opened the door.

"Rigby… hi." He said "Mordecai told us what happened and I have to say I think you're really brave for-"

"HE DID FUCKING WHAT?" I screamed. How could he tell!? What sort of fucking friend hurts you worse than you've ever been hurt before and then TELLS PEOPLE YOUR SECRETS. I pushed HFG out of the way and sprinted up the stairs to my room, my cheeks were damp with tears and even though I felt like I had no energy left, rage fuelled me enough to kick down the door of our shared room, and approach Mordecai. I was about to kick his head in when I saw that he too was crying, curled up in a little blue mush of duvet and tissues and tears he looked up at me with sad eyes.

"Rigby… bro I'm so sorry" He pulled me into a close hug, and we both pulled back immediately calling out 'AW sick!' although his voice was much more croaky than my own. We both started laughing, a little starved of breath and the atmosphere in the room seemed pretty cold. It was a start, though, enough of a start to rekindle what was left of our friendship. Then we really hugged, a true hug between best friends, his soft feathers brushed against me and he rubbed the fur on my back. My tail rose up from the ground from the first time since the incident at the cart, and I began to smile.

"HAHAHA OH NO BROES, you know who else likes to hug other men?" I turned around to see what I now realised would be my torment for the rest of the week at least, beady pink eyes bright with jokes and pranks to last a lifetime. Muscleman.

"MY MOM!"