Chapter 1- Leave it alone. It's fine, so am I.

When he woke up, Rigby knew that it would be a shit day. He felt stiff, his mouth was dry and he felt like he was about to puke. In the back of his mind, little warning bells went off. He couldn't go through this now. Rigby wasn't sure if he could this one as well as he did the other two. 'This isn't normal Rigby...' a tiny voice in his mind said, ' Maybe you should just stay in bed and tell Benson that you're sick.' Rigby knew the voice was right. He really should just stay in bed, but a louder more insistent voice said ' Stop being a pussy man! You aren't having an attack! You're just being a little bitch! Now get the fuck out of bed and start getting ready for work before Benson fires your sorry ass!' so with a groan, Rigby got up and started getting ready for the day

As he got up, the petite brunette boy looked to his best friend's bed. It was empty, like it always seemed to be now a days. Mordecai had made a habit of getting up early to grab a coffee with Margaret. Rigby would be happy for his friend, and a part of him was happy for Mordecai, had it not been for the fact that he was kind of in love with him. But, Rigby had buried these feeling a long time ago when Mordecai made it clear that he loved him, but just not like that. He'd let Rigby down gently and has stayed friends with him for all these years and the small brunette couldn't really complain about that. Rigby for his part has been trying to move on. The process is... slow going, but it's going.

Rigby wiped the mirror and looked at himself. The bags under his hazel eyes had deepened and he just screamed tired. Rigby eyed the tiny pill bottle that contained his epilepsy medicine and sighed.

"Mierda(Shit-Spanish)! This stuff is supposed to keep the stupid seizures from happening." Rigby muttered as he popped the required dosage of the medicine and continued to get ready for the day.

Rigby yawned as he came down the stairs, already having showered, gotten dressed ( A red-brown hoodie and ripped black skinny jeans with his black and white skull covered Chuck Taylors) and brushed his teeth. Muscle man, High fives and oddly enough Mordecai, were all sitting at the table munching on breakfast. Rigby quietly maneuvered his way around the kitchen, hoping that by staying quiet, he would stay under everyone's radar. Little did Rigby know that his plan only succeeded in making everyone more curious as to what was up with him, so when Rigby sat down with a giant bowl of milk and cereal, Mordecai broke the uncharacteristic silence with a smile.

"Hey dude!" The greeting seemed to fly right over Rigby's head and the small brunette just continued to eat his breakfast.

"RIGBY! BRO! WHAT'S YOUR DEAL?" Muscle Man yelled out in his loud voice and Mordecai was instantly worried when he saw Rigby flinch and rub his temple. Everyone knew that even when hung-over and half dead, Rigby was the loudest one. All the time.

"I'm fine, I'm just tired." Rigby gave a smile that didn't quite reach his hazel eyes and continued to eat his breakfast in silence. For his part, Mordecai continued to cast worried glances at Rigby all throughout breakfast. Mordecai knew that something wrong however, when Muscle Man made his trade mark joke ( " You know who else likes to eat slightly toasted bagels? MY MOM!") and the customary scathing retort from Rigby at how his joke was unoriginal was missing. When Mordecai looked over to Rigby, he saw that the small brunette had his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed as if he was remembering something painful.

" Hey, Rigby?" Mordecai called out tentatively, not missing the way that the smaller boy seemed to think about opening his eyes and addressing Mordecai.

"Yeah?" Rigby replied in a bland tone. Mordecai's look of concern deepened.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Rigby sighed and opened his eyes. The brunette wanted to scream out that no, no he was not okay. He wanted nothing more than to go back to bed and stay there. Rigby blinked his eyes after a moment and addressed Mordecai.

"Yeah dude, I'm fine. Listen, you guys should hurry up and finish. Benson should be here any minute now and you know how he gets when we're not all outside on time." Rigby picked up his half finished bowl of cereal and poured it out mournfully before he turned around and walked out to the front steps to wait for Benson.

" Wonder what's up with him," Muscle Man said as he turned to look at Mordecai. "Did you and Rigby have a fight bro?" he asked curiously.

"No man as far as I know we're cool." Replied Mordecai, whose mismatched blue eyes were following Rigby's form outside.

Muscle Man just hummed and left it at that.

((Time Skip))

Everyone was outside on the steps, ready to be briefed on the day's work on time and it was one of those odd days where Benson was actually in a good mood.

"Okay, the guys the yearly fair has just finished setting up shop here, we're gonna be pretty busy all day today. Mordecai, Rigby, I want you manning the Snack Shack! You two better not mess this up!" The red head yelled.

Rigby heard Benson finish assigning jobs and then he heard everyone get up and get to work, but he couldn't seem to make himself get up.

"-igby... Rigby! RIGS!" Mordecai yelled, making the brunette in question jump.

"Huh? Que Pasa? (What's going on?-Spanish)" was Rigby's smart reply. Mordecai looked confused for a moment before he realized that Rigby was speaking in Spanish.

" Rigs c'mon, you know I took French in High school, Not Spanish! I'm not exactly sure what you just said, but we gotta go dude. Benson will flip if he goes by the Snack Shack and sees that we're not there." Mordecai helped Rigby up as the smaller boy shook his head, making his curls bounce.

"Oh yeah, right, the job." Rigby muttered, cursing himself for getting out of bed that morning, despite his better judgment. Mordecai raised a concerned brow.

"You sound a little out of it dude... You sure you're cool?" Mordecai asked. Rigby gave a small smile.

"Dude, would you stop worrying already? You're starting to sound like your mom." Mordecai balked and gave Rigby a horrified look.

"I do not !" The taller boy said as he recoiled from the thought of sounding anything like his mother. Rigby just smirked and shook his head as he walked away from Mordecai.

"Yeah, Sure dude." Rigby said plainly and Mordecai took off after him yelling ' I Do NOT sound like my mom!'

((Time Skip x2))

It was official. Rigby abso-fucking-lutely hated the yearly fair. Well no, correction, Rigby liked going to the fair, he just hated manning the Snack Shack during the fair. The people seemed to be more obnoxious. The kids that much whinier and unbearable and the lines that much busier. Rigby hasn't even had a chance to catch his breath! His and Mordecai's lunch break should have started a half hour ago, but these stupid lines were so busy that they couldn't close the Shack. 'Well,' Rigby thought 'At least this guy seems to be the last one...' The small brunette put on a sugar sweet, cotton candy smile that felt fake and practiced even to him.

"Hello sir! Welcome to the Snack Shack, what can I get for you?" Rigby asks and the brunette blushes a little as the guy looks him up and down. The guy gives Rigby a cocky smile.

"You, all wrapped up to go if you wouldn't mind." Rigby smirks at the guy's come on. The shorter male leans forward and gives the guy a once over of his own, his hazel eyes hooding lazily and he gives a smile at what he sees.

The guy is tall, almost as tall as Mordecai, with dark hair and light green eyes. His bottom lip was pierced twice on the same side in a spider bite piercing and his ears hosted two lobe piercings and one rod going through the cartilage of his left ear. Rigby smirked and spoke in a coy voice.

"Oops, sorry, but unfortunately, I'm not on the menu." The guy smirked at Rigby again and leaned into the shorter boy's space.

"Really? That's too bad... but you know what, I think I'd settle for the name of the person whose gonna be in my dreams tonight." Rigby smiled, blushed a little and rolled his eyes.

"Do those cheesy pick up lines really work for you?" The brunette asked, ignoring the subtle question. The guy gave a cheeky grin showing a cute bunny tooth smile and a pair of dimples to boot.

"They're working now, aren't they?" He asked with a tilt of his head. Rigby put his finger to his chin and pretended to think it over.

"Hmm, I guess..." Rigby smiled at the guy. "My name's Rigby. What's yours?" The guy's smile in return was beaming.

"Micah." The guy-Micah- answered. Rigby gave Micah a sly smile.

"Well Micah, since I'm not on the menu, what would you like to have?."

"Well, since I can't have you," Micah said with a dramatic sigh, "I guess I'll just have to settle for some Nachos." Rigby's smile widens, if at all possible.

From his seat in the Shack, Mordecai had seen the entire exchange. The blue haired male found himself becoming angered and, dare he say it, a little... jealous. 'Who does this guy think he is anyway? Coming onto Rigby like that! He's my best friend and he hasn't even talked to me all day! Why does this guy get to have his attention?' before he could delve too deeply in the odd, possessive nature of his thoughts and before he could stop himself from doing so, Mordecai let out a low growl and made his way over to make the guy's nachos quickly so he could leave Mordecai and Rigby alone. Once he had those finished, Mordecai went over to where Rigby and the guy were still talking and shoved the nachos at the Micah guy and gave him a glare.

"Here's your nachos." Mordecai said plainly. Micah looked at the nachos in surprise as Rigby looked at Mordecai with a raised eyebrow and muttered something in Spanish.

"Oh." He said lamely, as if he'd forgotten that he'd even ordered them. Micah pulled the 3.50 $ out of his wallet and looked shyly at Rigby, a blush playing on his face. Mordecai scoffed. 'This guy can't seriously be thinking about asking Rigby out! Can he? 'Mordecai's blood boiled at the thought, though he didn't know why it pissed him off so bad.

"Hey, Listen Rigby. I was thinking that maybe you'd like to go out and get a coffee with me sometime..." Micah asked and before Rigby could answer, Mordecai was growling out: "He's not interested!" and slamming the ordering window closed in Micah's face (Mordecai didn't even want to take a single second to evaluate just why that had felt so good). Mordecai scoffed again, happy that the douche- bag was gone. It was their lunch time anyway.

Rigby, however, was livid! 'How dare he?!' Rigby thought. ' He's completely lost his shit!'

Before he could register his movements, Rigby was in front of Mordecai and before he knew it, Rigby felt his palm connect harshly with Mordecai's cheek.

"Como te atreves? (How dare you?)" Rigby yelled in Spanish. Mordecai looked at Rigby with wide eyes as he held the burning cheek that the small Latino slapped. Rigby was getting ready to slap him again, but a small voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his mother's told him that he needed to calm down before something bad happened. Rigby took a deep breathe and let it out through his nose.

"Rigs, I-" Mordecai tried, but Rigby just cut him off with a sharp raise of his hand.

"I get that you don't like me that way Mordecai. You told me so, I remember it happening." The Latino said, his voice deceptively calm. " You're even dating Margaret, which I pushed you to do. I encouraged you to do it. Do you think it didn't kill me a little on the inside every time I gave you advice, or let you cry on my shoulder when she chose another guy over you? Do you think it was easy for me to sit and listen to you talk about her the way I wish you would talk about me? Because I'll tell you this right now, Mordecai, it wasn't. It isn't. But you're my Best friend. So I bear through it and I've trying to move on for both our sakes." Rigby seemed to deflate, his eyes growing misty with angry tears he wouldn't let fall. Mordecai stared at his friend with his eyes wide and mouth agape in shock.

"Rigby-" He tried, but Rigby cut him off again.

"And now that I finally set my interests in some one you go all ape shit? Why? Are you so used to me being alone and love sick over you that you can't deal with me being with some one? Is that it?" Rigby demanded and Mordecai shook his head frantically.

"No, Rigby! I would never-"

"Then why Mordecai?" Rigby's voice was thick with tears that haven't been shed just yet. The Latino sighed. "You need to make up your mind dude, because I can't play the pathetic love sick best friend forever. I don't want to." Another sigh and Rigby turned his back to Mordecai.

"Um, we're out of nacho stuff, Micah got the last of it. I'm gonna go get s~ome more." With that Rigby walked out and went to the small storage unit they had all of five feet away from the Shack.

Rigby had just walked into the small building, drying the falling tears as he went, when he felt the familiar sensation of pins and needles all over his body. 'Oh no' he thought and that was all the warning he received before he collapsed and the world went black.

A/N- hey guys, so I am NOT dead! Just had no access to the inter web... Which is essentially the same thing .. This is a random thought I had while I was forced into hermitness. Please correct me if I'm wrong about anything regarding epilepsy! I do not have epilepsy! Any info I have is from Google and health class. Hope you enjoy this. And I will update my other morby once I get it typed up all nice and pretty! Bye guys! ~Haley