Author's Note: Let me be pretty clear on this one before you start reading. I don't ship Morby.
Was that clear and perfectly understood? Let me say it again. I do not ship Mordecai and Rigby as a couple.
However, this is a fic written for my friend, who does. It's a little hard for me to get behind the traditional views of a sensitive Rigby who's liked Mordecai since they were kids and a Mordecai who comforts his friend and they ease into a relationship.
Anyone who watches the show knows that isn't how they act. So, this will be a Morbyesque fic as real as I can depict it.
You won't get your fluff fix here. You might get angst though.
Sorry if that sounded douchey, just wanted to make things clear.
"Ha ha, dude! That's gotta be like twenty games in a row. How is it possible for you to suck so much at video games?" Mordecai laughed, leaning his head back against the couch.
"Stop talking!" The younger male shrieked before folding his arms angrily. "It's not my fault, I'm not used to this kind of controller."
"Psh, whatever dude. It doesn't change the fact that you lost."
"Whatever, man. I'm just not in the mood for video games." He pouted, tossing the park's new game controller onto the table.
"Careful dude, don't break it. This new system the nicest thing Benson has ever got for us."
"Yeah, it's about time he got us something for saving this place all the time."
"You mean for my saving this place. You're usually the one getting us in trouble. Besides, you know we never would have gotten anything if he hadn't gone on that date with Audrey."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Rigby said, glancing over as his friend. "So what's your favorite time out of all the stuff we've done?" He asked, peering up at him.
"Definitely that time with Death Bear." Mordecai smiled, his eyes falling closed at the memory. "Your stupid idea made me look like awesome in front of Margret. I swear she was gonna kiss me that night." The corners of Mordecai's lips rose as he smiled fondly at the memories of their time at the abandoned zoo. It was as close as he'd ever gotten to sharing a kiss with Margaret. Well.. A real one, not that stupid, embarrassing one that technically never happened.
Rigby frowned as he glanced up at Mordecai. He hated seeing that look on his face. That happy, dopey smile and the way his eyes glazed over. He knew what they'd look like even when they were closed. That blissful lovestruck expression that Mordecai always had when he thought about Margret. He sneered lightly. He didn't like seeing his friend so in love with someone who wasn't him. It wasn't that he was in love with Mordecai, it was just.. Mordecai was his bro. Who needed feelings for some girl souring up the time they spent together? Things were perfect the way they were. Just the two of them. Margret never saved him from a monster on the moon or ravenous hot dogs. Rigby sighed heavily and glanced away with a scowl.
"You looked like a chump." he frowned. "You were too scared to even go to the zoo in the first place."
"Huh?" Mordecai's blue eyes opened as he glanced down at his friend. "Yeah well, I didn't see you tackle that grizzly."
"Whatever, man. It's just cause I'm too short. I'd probably only be able to make it wobble or something. Not that it matters, cause she didn't kiss you for taking down that bear, anyway. Better luck next time. Though I don't know why you'd go chasing after some girl who doesn't even care you risked your life to save her."
Mordecai frowned, sitting up straighter. "She said thank you, she said I was really brave. Which is far more than you've ever done, Rigby."
"Hey!" shouted the brunette. "I don't need to thank you. I'm always there to help save your ass. Or at least by your side. Fifty fifty. I'm no princess, I don't need you to save me, so I don't need to thank you."
"Don't need saving huh? What about the time you let a bunch of unicorns trash the place? Or the time you got attacked by that skunk? Or how about that time when you screwed up the movie player and released zombies everywhere? Or-"
"Shut up!" Rigby cried angrily, flailing his arms.
"Haha!" Mordecai laughed, giving Rigby a shove. "Face it dude, you couldn't survive without me." He grinned, hopping up from the couch. "Let's go to the coffee shop."
"Why, so you can stare the girl you'll never have the balls to ask out?" Rigby smirked, following after his friend.
"Shut up, dude. I'll ask her." Mordecai retorted, grabbing the keys to the golf cart.
"Hmm. Hmm. Yeah right. Twenty bucks says you chicken out."
"Psh. You don't even have twenty dollars, dude."
"Doesn't even matter, you don't have the guts."
"Do too." Mordecai frowned. "I'll ask her, and once we're dating I won't even invite you over when we barbecue."
"Psh." Rigby scoffed. "I wouldn't want to see you two all over each other while I was trying to eat. I'd probably barf."
"Whatever, I'll ask her." Mordecai grinned, turning the cart down the street, as they left the park grounds.
"Chores for a month says you chicken out again, and loser buys the other's food for a week."
"Hmm. Hmm. Pretty steep offer for a simple bet." Mordecai grinned, turning onto a familiar block
"Only because I know you'll lose."
"Ha! Hope you like doing twice the chores around the house." Mordecai grinned, racing inside the little shop, once the cart was parked.
"Whatever, man." Rigby grumbled to the open air. For a moment he questioned if his teasing had given Mordecai even more incentive to ask out the fire haired waitress. Though, he had nearly gone on a date with her himself to get a rise out of his friend, and Mordecai had still chickened out. He scowled as he climbed out of the car. Not that it really mattered anyway, Margaret always had a boyfriend. Or had just broken up with one and made another superficial claim to be done with men. The shorter male scoffed pushing open the door. Why couldn't girls just be consistent? Not that he cared. Mordecai would swallow his tongue as usual, he'd laugh at him and then he'd practice playing Space Hunters 3 while Mordecai raked and got him food from Cheezers for a month. Life was gonna be sweet. Who needed girls anyway?
The mocha skinned brunette pushed open the door and nearly groaned at the sight. Mordecai had his chin propped up on his hand while he watched Margaret go about collecting plates from the other patrons. The place was less of a coffee shop and more of a suburban bistro. The shorter male climbed into his seat and prodded his friend in the ribs with his elbow.
"You ask her yet, pansy pants? Hurry up and choke so we can go back home and play. I think I finally got the hang of using the laser sword."
Mordecai turned to the shorter male and scowled. "She hasn't even come over and taken my order yet, doofus. I'm not gonna ask her out across the room. Besides, it's not the laser sword you need to be considered about, it's how you stupidly keep mistaking your grenade button for the trigger and blowing yourself up."
"Shut up!" Rigby cried aloud. "My finger slipped."
"Twenty-seven times?" Mordecai snickered, arching a pierced brow.
"Yeah, obviously. I told you I'm not used to the new controllers. It's got two joysticks. What kind of controller needs two joysticks? Why not just have D-pad? It's easier."
"Pfft, whatever dude." Mordecai laughed. "You just suck no matter what you play. Besides, you gotta admit, the graphics on the system are way better than on anything else we've played."
"No way!" The brunette exclaimed throwing his hands in the air. "There's no school like old school, retro gaming is the best."
"Just because you got to level two that one time, doesn't mean-" Mordecai paused and smiled sheepishly at the young woman before him.
Margaret stood in front of the table smiling warmly, clipboard at the ready. The duo were always the highlight of her work day. Being a waitress was tough. Gathering orders, delivering plates, she was on her feet constantly. The harassment from male customers was bad enough, but it didn't help that weird stuff occurred in town and at the restaurant at times as well. She frowned lightly recalling the bizarre video game tournament the restaurant had hosted the summer before, and the tantrum Mordecai's 'not girlfriend' threw the summer after that. She shook her head lightly. Even though it seemed like all the bizarre trouble stemmed from them, Mordecai and Rigby were a welcome constant in her life.
"Hey guys, want the usual today?" she smiled warmly, tucking a lock of vibrant red hair behind her ear.
"Awh yeeyaahh. Hook me up with a cup of joe, and pie. I don't care what kind you guys are having today."
Margaret laughed softly, according to Mordecai's stories, Rigby's actions were almost always the catalyst of whatever chaos they got into. But she had to admit, the shorter, darker skinned male had an infectious sort of energy about him.
"And for you, Mordecai?" she grinned.
The taller male perked up, traces of crimson creeping onto his pale cheeks as he smiled sheepishly. He forced his mismatched blue eyes to meet the chocolate brown eyes of the woman before him, but found the task nearly impossible, and glanced away, the color on his cheeks darkening, much to the amusement of his friend who snickered beside him.
"H-Hey, Margaret." he grinned.
"Hey, Mordecai." She smiled. Though initially it was something redhead ignored, over time she had come to find the taller male's reactions cute. Not that she'd openly admit to him. Mordecai was just slow with things, he'd come around on his own time, and she wasn't exactly short on company until then. "Pie for you too?" She asked him, watching him curiously.
The older male's pale fingers gripped the tabletop until his knuckles turned white, a bead of sweat formed beneath his trademark dyed blue bangs as he nodded softly, bracing himself "Y-yeah.." he spat out. "A-and your number." No wait, that wouldn't work.. He already had it. "I-I uh.. lost it, and I uh.." C'mon, so close. Just say something! "Do you wanna go out with me?" There! "I mean, uh.." No, no, no! Don't backtrack! "I-if you wanted to that is.. Like, I mean uh.. You don't have to but like.."
Margaret laughed and nodded. "Sure. Meet me back here at seven when my shift ends." She smiled at him, leaving to go place their orders.
The taller male gave a heavy sigh of relief and collapsed his head on the countertop as he tried to calm his pounding heart.
What? What?! Rigby stared at his friend, his two toned hair spread across the table as he laughed softly to himself. He scowled angrily. That wasn't part of the plan. She wasn't supposed to say yes! Mordecai was supposed to bail at the last second and he was supposed to get free food. It was his idea, so why didn't things go his way?
"Ugh!" he cried exasperatedly, tossing his hands into the air. "What was that? We were supposed to play four player with Muscle Man and Hi Five Ghost tonight. Yer gonna ditch me to hang out with some girl? I bet you're just gonna do something dumb." the brunette pouted.
Mordecai lifted his head and glanced over at Rigby, even with his bangs covering his eyes his dopey content smile was still present. "She said yes, dude." he grinned.
"Ugh! What is with you!" the darker skinned male cried, feebly pushing against the sleeve of his friend's sweatshirt. "Space Fighters 3, remember? Muscle Man said he figured out how you can tea bag people after they die and everything! You're just gonna give that up?!"
Mordecai sat upright regaining his former composure and poked Rigby square in the forehead. He nearly laughed at the contrast of their skin, just another thing that made them total opposites. "Yes." he grinned. "Yes, I am ditching you. And you know what else? You have to pay for my pie, and do the chores when we get back to the house." he smirked.
Rigby's irritated expression grew worse. Creases formed across his forehead beneath a pale fingertip. Dark rimmed eyes narrowed slightly as he slapped the hand out of the way. "Whatever." he grumbled. "Just don't come crying to me when you mess up by doing something dumb, because you could have been playing video games."
"Pff. Whatever dude, nothing's gonna go wrong. Besides, with you not around why would it?" he laughed aloud.
"What?" Rigby snapped. His body growing rigid.
"What?" Mordecai blinked, staring at his friend.
"Are you saying everything that goes wrong is my fault?"
"Well, you were the one who sent Skips to the moon, you're the one who unleashed that video game, it was your slobber all over the tape that unleashed those zombies, and you were the reason those hotdogs tried to kill us."
"Hey!" Rigby shouted angrily, hopping out of his chair. Even when standing whilst the other was sitting, Rigby still didn't reach Mordecai's height. "It was your stupid cologne that brought the unicorns here in the first place, your stupid butt dial is what got us sucked into Margaret's phone, and because of your stupid need to impress a girl and be right all the time, I might not ever get my shark tattoo. We were gonna be awesome in the future, and you ruined it! Don't pin all that stupid crap on me. Every dumb, super lame adventure we've gone on is because you can't freaking talk to chicks. At least the crap I got us into was cool and because I wanted to hang out with you."
"Dude, just calm down. I just mean our date's gonna be better cause it'll be just us, okay? Fine. I got us into some stupid crap too, but like.. Margaret is chill y'know? Nothing's gonna go wrong is what I mean."
"Whatever." Rigby grumbled as Margaret returned with their plates.
"There you go, guys." She smiled, setting the dishes down "Two coffees and two large slices of pumpkin pie. Enjoy." She grinned at the pair before getting back to work.
Suddenly forgetting his irritation Rigby studied the dessert in front of him. "Pumpkin? Who makes a pie out of a pumpkin?" He picked up the slice and bit into it with a frown. For a pie it wasn't all that sweet. He peered into his cup and smirked. Even though Mordecai's affection for the redhead was bothersome the one thing she did know how to do was make coffee. He drank from his cup generously and smiled at the amount of cream and sugar in it. The overly sweet drink made up for the rather bland pie and he decided it was an okay combination.
Mordecai's scowl like Rigby's had vanished at Margaret's return, but not for the food. He smiled at her until she was out of sight then picked up his mug. He gave a soft throaty moan when the beverage hit his tongue. He liked his coffee black with two sugars. The bitter taste woke him up and the sugar kept him energized. The pie was good too, soft and not too sweet. He let out a satisfied hum. He doubted Rigby would completely uphold to his end of the bet, but Margaret had said yes, so life was going sweet.
Author's Note: Things kind of shifted a bit more than intended during the coffee shop scene. I was going to make it more fanservice like for you guys, but failed. The argument was actually not intentional at all, it just sort of happened. Anyway, I'm trying to keep the characters as true to the show as I can make them. So if you see any inconsistencies or moments that just seem out of line, please let me know. Criticism does not hurt me, it only helps me improve. Be as harsh as you want to be in your reviews, but if you're going to flame, at least tell me why it sucks, okay?
Thanks.