Hi, readers! This was an idea that was planned and then left, and then re-planned, and then brought back again, and then-

(They get it.)

Oh, hush. Anyways, this was as described earlier. But then I locked in on "brought back."

(XD After 2 mon-)

I SAID HUSH. Anyways... Here. Oh, and if you recognize anything in this, I don't own it, including all characters and mentioned references if there are any. So let's get started, shall we? Oh, and Mr. Loudmouth over here shall remain unnamed. For now, at least..

(Hey! Like you're any better!)

7:58 AM

The boys had 2 minutes before they would be rudely awakened by their alarm. Not only that, but if the alarm failed to wake them, Benson would come and begin banging madly on their door. That never failed. 10 seconds... 5... 1.. Time's up.

RIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGGGGG

"Mmmpphhhh..." the blue jay moaned begrudgingly. Today was Tuesday; Usually Benson would assign them the duty of mowing the frisbee field for the weekly game. The night before, Mordecai would usually want to see the weather for the day. The high of today- 94° with no clouds and a 0% chance of precipitation.

"Ugh.. I hate Tuesdays..Stupid global warming.." he sighed. He got out of bed slowly, and looked over at Rigby. He was asleep, curled up in a ball, hugging both his tail and a particularly snug sweater, although he was now sweating madly from the warmth. He was drooling a bit.

"Hehe.. He looks kinda cute like that." Mordecai said absent-mindedly, but then he scanned back over his words. Did he just call Rigby cute? No, it must have just been an honest mistake. A slip of the tongue.. Well, now that he reflected back on it, he did slip quite a bit...

Flashback to 2 weeks ago.

"Dude, I HATE having to do this again.." Rigby whined. Mordecai nodded in agreement with the statement. The two had been assigned to re-panel the roof, and it was one of their least favorite jobs, next to the snack bar and mowing. They had started about 10 AM and finished about 1 PM. But as they were climbing down the ladder, Benson came driving in the park's cart. He looked at the roof, and made an enraged expression, turning red in the face like he always does when he becomes angered.

"Do you actually think you're done?!" he had said, pointing to the roof panels, of which most were crooked and some actually broken. "That's not gonna protect us from the hailstorm like the old roof barely managed to do! Now get back up there and re-do it all or you're FIRED!" he yelled at the top of his lungs before speeding off in the cart, still fuming slightly. Mordecai and Rigby sighed in defeat and crawled back up the rungs of the ladder, now extremely irritated.

Mordecai sighed from the heat. Today's high was supposed to be 86°, but it felt like it was blistering his skin. He looked at his hands.

"Whoa!" he yelped as he saw his hands WERE blistering. Furious red bumps were breaking through his feathers, and one had popped, leaving a small trail of blood dripping slowly down his wing. "Rigby, where's the first aid kit?"

"Why? What's the matter, man?" Rigby asked curiously. He looked to see the boils on Mordecai's hands and gasped loudly, nearly falling off the roof. "Dang, dude! How did that even happen!" he said, and scurried down the ladder to retrieve the first-aid kit. A few seconds later he returned, and Mordecai is shocked at how fast he had gone.

"Wow, dude, I don't think you've ever gone so fast!" Mordecai said, still surprised.

"Well, you're hurt, aren't you? Remember that Santa Claus thing where the elf had that crazy present? I jumped in that pit after you. You're my bro. And bros don't let other bros die." But as the words came out of his mouth, he looked a bit depressed and looked down, sighing, as if the word "bro" made him unhappy. But he shook his head and tried to forget by saying, "Or in this case, start whining from a few blisters, hehe!" Mordecai squinted his eyes at him, but didn't feel as though he should say anything too hurtful.

"When was I whining?" Mordecai said, getting a bit irritated from Rigby's comment, but keeping in mind his thought, pondering over WHY he was to begin with.

"Hehe, just kidding, dude."

"Yeah."

Rigby began rummaging around in the kit, but was now making up for his speed increase by severely slowing down while looking. Mordecai sighed.

"Well, at least he's being sweet and- Sweet?" he thought to himself, but stopped in his tracks. He said sweet. Sweet? He had meant to say cool, but.. Oh, never mind. It was just a mistake. Just a slip..

"Ah! Here it is.." Rigby said triumphantly, holding up the gauze and rubbing alcohol. He looked proud.

"Well, put it on." Mordecai said, snapping out of his thoughts. Rigby calmed down and said, "Fine." He began dabbing a cotton ball with the rubbing alcohol and gently rubbing the blisters. Mordecai cringed, as the alcohol stung a bit.

"You ok?" Rigby asked. He looked genuinely concerned. Mordecai nodded, but thought about why Rigby looked so worried. Rigby continued until he finally had wrapped both the hands in gauze. Mordecai was hardly able to move his fingers.

"Thanks, dude." Mordecai said as he stood. Rigby looked at him and smiled.

"No problem. Just be a little more careful, we don't need Benson getting on our case."

"True.." Mordecai said, laughing a bit. They looked at each other for a moment. Mordecai looked into Rigby's dark brown eyes, not blinking. Rigby snapped out of it and said, "Dude? You're not blinking. Are you ok?" Mordecai shook off his daze and said, "Yeah.." And then they had resumed their work as normal. Although Mordecai pondered over his behavior with Rigby..

(You're getting tired of the italics, aren't you? Well, they're over now.) SHUSH. NOW. Anyways, yeah, the flashback is over. So you may continue to read without the annoyance of flashback reminder.

Mordecai finally snapped out of his stupefication and walked over to Rigby's bed. Rigby rolled over lazily and snored on, completely ignoring the alarm, which was still blaring. Mordecai strode over to the alarm clock and turned it off. Rigby opened his eyes slowly, looking at the clock, and then at Mordecai.

"Hey, dude.." Rigby said, still looking half-asleep. Mordecai rolled his eyes and said, "While the alarm clock's ON, you sleep right through, but when it's turned OFF, you wake up. Explain that to me." Rigby grins and says, "Just how I roll."

"Yeah, right, dude. Anyways, let's go. We gotta get to the frisbee field before Benson has a cow."

"Oh, yeah.. Gah, I don't wanna do that.. I wanted to show you som-" Rigby started, but was interrupted rudely by a fierce knock on the door. Along with a voice.

"Mordecai! Rigby! Open the door, I need to tell you something!" the voice rattled. Benson. Mordecai walked over and unlocked the door. "Why was this door locked? The only door allowed to be locked is the bathroom." The blue jay rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, Benson, it won't happen again." he said simply. The gumball machine replied with a stern, "Don't let it. Now listen; I've been going over some park records, and you actually happen to have done the amount of work required to get a vacation day.. Somehow.." Benson looked as if he had just eaten a very old piece of cheese as he said this sentence, because his face scrunched up as such.

(Did you have to say "cheese?" There were SO many other words you could have chosen- "has a 2 week old piece of cheese shoved in mouth" *choke* I see your point, go on, please!)

"Anyways, Skips will take care of the fields for today. You two are free, I suppose." Benson sighed as the last words came out of his mouth. He wasn't used to saying that to slackers, much less two like Mordecai and Rigby. Mordecai looked over at Rigby, whose expression was correspondent to an 8 year old child on Christmas morning. He felt joy seeing Rigby like that.. Odd, he thought, seeing as though Rigby was actually acting a bit of a fool as he had the expression, dancing around like a drunken hippo.

"If you work, you'll get an extra paycheck rise, so I suggest you-" Benson was cut off by Mordecai closing the door. Benson responded with an angry thud on the door, and stomps resounding off the walls leading down the stairs. Rigby cheered, and ran to the closet all of a sudden. Mordecai cocked his head in a combination of both interest and concern.

"Dude, what are you doing?.." Mordecai sighed with regret for him.

"Hey, do you remember when I got those two time machines for $27 bucks, and I had to help you using them because you had bad breath, and had to do over that kiss?" Rigby grinned as he emphasized "bad breath." He had also said this statement in a rushed tone, as if he wanted to quit as soon as he began to talk. But Mordecai was surprised.

"How do you even remember that? You went to a different dimension.." he gasped lightly, but Rigby simply shrugged and pulled out.. A third time machine. Of course. Mordecai just rolled his eyes, and said, "Figures." Rigby continued, "Anyways, that's not all I got. After the third one, which I got $3 more off of, I still had $11 left. So, I got one of... Of..." he stopped halfway through his introduction to dig through the contents of the closet in frustration. "Ah! This!" and he pulled out a little piece of what looked almost exactly like the time machines, but was a light reddish-pink instead of the dingy grayish color on the previously mentioned machine.

"What's that supposed to be?" Mordecai said, flummoxed at this sudden change in appearance of the little ball of metal. "Did you spray paint it or something?"

"What? No, it's a love machine! Dude, we can go around and see who loves who!" Rigby had the Christmas child expression once again as he sped through the sentence. Mordecai's face also showed excitement as well now. "Well, why are we still standing here, then? Let's go!"

(*Love Doctors...*) Really? That song gets annoying after a minute, and you've been singing it for almost an hour. (Oh, hush.)

The boys ran out of the room in excitement, wondering who to try it on first. They saw Muscle Man, who was with Hi-Five Ghost at the Snack Bar for the day. It looked as though Muscle Man had been standing out for a while already, as he was sweating profusely. He was also complaining about the the Snack Bar was the worst job at the park to Hi-Fives, who was trying to both react and ignore him simultaneously, throwing in a "Yeah," or "Uh-huh," every so often. He was doing a pretty good job, as Mitch wasn't noticing as he rambled on. Mordecai and Rigby looked at each other.

"We already know who he loves! Why are we about to do Muscle Man?" Mordecai said in disappointment.

"We're testing the waters." Rigby said. "And plus, we're gonna do HFG too." Mordecai brightened up a bit at this. He had been curious as to who High-Fives' girl was.
Rigby held up the small red ball of metal and said, "Mitch Sorenstein." The ball instantly showed signs of life at the two words, and then popped a message on it's miniscule screen. Rigby squinted his eyes, but could not read it. Mordecai rolled his own eyes and took the ball, barely managing to make out the word, "Starla", but the last name was too distorted to make it out. "Dude, it works. It says, 'Starla.'" Rigby grinned. "Now do HFG." Mordecai sighed and said, "High-Five Ghost." The little machine once more rumbled and shook, and then calmed and showed a little message on the screen. Mordecai can see it as, "Jennifer Monique." He thinks of who that could be.

"Rigby, do you know a chick by the name of Jennifer Monique?" he asked with a hint of curiosity. Rigby scrunched his face in thought, and Mordecai backed away a bit, due to the fact that it looked as if Rigby was causing himself pain just with this simple task. But Rigby popped out, and said, "Maybe it was that girl he was with at the skating rink or Muscle Man's and Starla's anniversary." And now that Rigby mentions it, Mordecai thought that was actually it. He did remember that name mentioned in their conversation.

(Things are about to get spicy up in here!) Well, he has a point.

After going and scanning almost everyone else in the park, including Benson, who to no surprise had a thing for Audrey, the boys headed back to their room. Although Mordecai had an idea he wanted to try out.

"Can you believe that?" Rigby laughed, as they had finished their rounds. Mordecai agreed, but then began a grin. "Your turn, dude." Rigby jumped back in surprise. "No, dude, no. You're not checking me!" Mordecai chuckled. He expected him to refuse. "What's the matter? Worried I'll find out about your little crush on Eilene? I already know, dude." But Rigby blushed embarrassingly and muttered, trying to sound defensive, but failing horribly, "It's.. It's not Eilene. But I'll give you a hint, I guess. It's not who'd you expect." Mordecai cocked his head in thought. "What, you like Margaret, too?" Rigby widened his eyes in disgust. "No! Not even close! But.. I hope I'll be able to tell you who one day. And who knows.. Maybe you'll think of me and him-" Mordecai cut him off. "Uh, dude? Why'd you say 'him'? Isn't it a girl?" Rigby blushed even more. And the words were barely audible as they came out of his mouth.

"N-no."

Wow. What a surprise. Anyways, this is what I've had done, and I want to get it out there, so whoo, this is now a two-shot. Hopefully the other part will be up in about-

(A year or so?)

You can't help interrupting me, can you?

(Nope. You make it too fun XD)

*sigh* Well, anyways, review please with any criticism you might have for me, but please don't be all like, "Hey, you suck because this thing sucks!" or whatever. I consider them as spammers. So, yeah review and hopefully the next part will be up in a little while. See, ya.

-Stormy