A/N: I'm sorry to anyone who read the original one

Notes: They're human

I'm not saying Margaret's a whore because she isn't. She's only dated a couple of guys. But right now she's pushing that barrier.

I sigh and push around my fries while drinking coffee. Eileen catches my eye and give me a sympathetic smile. I shrug at her as if saying, "What can you do?"

I glance over at Mordacai who's talking to his longtime crush who's pushing her red hair out of her face and leaning against the table enough enough for her boobs to almost fall out her shirt. I roll my eyes and sip my coffee, ignoring Mordecai eyes on me. She laughs at something he says then excuses herself to serve another costumer and he starts quietly singing the words to the song playing.

"Our time is short, this is our fate, I'm yours."

I roll my eyes as he sings knowing that he's probably thinking of her.

"Dude, what's wrong," he ask me while shifting his body to face me.

"Nothing," I say to him shortly.

She walks back over to him and they resume their conversation like it never ended. She's holding a cup of coffee and laughs as he tells her a story doing a bunch of hand movements to go along with it then he's patting her shirt and boobs dry with a napkin and red face saying sorry over again about knocking over her coffee.

I'm. So. Done. I get off the stool and leave the place, pulling my hood over my messy brown hair and shoving my hands in my pockets while speed walking home in a huff.

"Ah, shit, Rigby! I'm sorry, Margaret but I gotta go," I hear Mordecai say after me.

I walk into the house and run up the stairs into our room and slam the door behind me only for it to be opened a second later.

"Did you not hear me call your name?"

I ignore him and instead face the wall instead and cross my arms.

"What the hell is your problem?"

I turn around and walk over to him, poking him hard in the chest. "You know damn well what my problem is."

"I'm your problem?"

"Yes!"

He straightens up and glares down at me. "What the fucking hell did I do?"

"You know exactly what you did."

He stares at me for a few seconds before saying, "Are you jealous?"

"What?!"

"Are you jealous of me with Margaret? Dude, I had no idea you liked her. How come you never-"

Before he finished his sentence I stood on my toes and gripped his shirt in my hand and pull him down to me and kiss him. He stands there shocked before pushing me away and saying, "What the hell?"

"It's not Margaret I like," I say quietly.

He looks at me and then crouches down to my height and kisses me. I place my hand on the back of his neck and kiss him back pulling him closer to me. He places his hands on the low of my back then lowers them to my thighs and picks me up so we're at a better position to kiss each other because our damn height difference. I wrap my legs around his middle and both my arms around his neck. He walks over to our dressers and sets me on top of it kissing me harder. I push his jacket off of him and pull away breathless and pull his white shirt off. He grins at me then kisses me again and I pull him closer to me.

He's the one to pull away again and rest his forehead against mine. "So you and Margaret?" I ask him in a teasing tone.

"Hmm...nah," he says and smiles at me. Then he turns solemn, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I say with a shrug and smile.

"Okay, good," then he leans closer to me. "I'm yours," he sings quietly.

"I know," I say and pull him closer completing the distance and kissing him. And maybe a few other things.