Mordecai's P.O.V.

I looked around the room at all the people. They were dancing, laughing, talking, or making out. Loud music was blaring from the speakers on the sound system. It was a very light, upbeat atmosphere to be in. It should have made me happy and pumped to party along with all the rest of the people here. The only problem with that is that I was deep in thought. I had already tuned everyone and everything out so I could focus on the matter at hand. Rigby.

He's been acting a little more mature through each and every difficult task we've been through. He's also put in a little more work ethnic when it comes to our park duties, but just a little. He still loves video games, slacking off, and all of his stupid, but lovable actions and trates. His hamboning, whining, constant loses at video games(that hasn't changed too much) and him just being him. I think this is all great and stuff and I wouldn't change him much, but there is one thing that I can tell that will bother him in the near future, and her name is Eileen.

Eileen hasn't changed much either. She's still smart, funny, kind hearted and fun, but she has become more mature. By this I mean that she doesn't like Rigby anymore. Nothing else about her has changed but she's becoming the one thing that Rigby can't have and it's going to drive him crazy. She has stopped flirting with him, but she always invites him over to her house to watch a movie or polish rocks or something. He always accepts her invitations but I think that now he's stuck in the friend zone. I only say this though, and I could be wrong, but she hasn't been acting more than friends with him since maybe the camping trip. It's been less clingy on her part. I only hope I'm reading her signals wrong, otherwise Rigby's gonna be pissed. Maybe she's just trying harder by doing a little less? I remember exactly what she said when I was eaves dropping on her conversation with Margaret. That's my main reason of concern. This is what happened:

Eileen:I just don't think I like him

anymore Margaret!

Margaret:Are you sure? I mean we've known him for so long! Just because he doesn't think you're an A+ girl, doesn't mean you'll always be!

Eileen:What should I do? Just stop acting the way I have. Stop the whole thing and hope he gets the message! He's the most oblivious man I've ever met!

Margaret: Don't worry. "Mr. Handsome" has to eventually make his mind up on what you are to him! If he doesn't we'll just avoid everything that has to do with him. We don't even have to help him anymore

Eileen:But won't Mordecai get suspicious?

Margaret: What do you mean "Mordecai will get suspicious?" He won't even notice! This war doesn't concern him

Eileen: Fine, we'll get through this together. We should talk more later, my breaks over

Margaret: My shifts over. See ya later!

Eileen: See ya Margaret!

If that wasn't about Rigby, I don't know what was. I mean come on him ranking her, (even though I don't agree with that one), make up his mind on her! Also, to add icing to the cake, she asked if I would get suspicious! I AM SUSPICIOUS! VERY SUSPICIOUS! I'm onto you Eileen, I'm onto you.

I headed upstairs and as I walked up I saw Margaret and Eileen in a corner talking and laughing. I knew no one at the party could tell, but Margaret was hammered. She wasn't standing as straight as usual, her face was tired, and she was very loud. Louder than the music loud. However I could tell no one else could notice. It's a crushing thing. I walked up the rest of the stairs and into the bedroom, getting lost in a Margaret fantasy.

About maybe a half hour later(I didn't know I could daydream that long) Rigby came upstairs with Eileen and they both seemed to be hauling Margaret up. Rigby told me she was drunk,(as I could already tell) and she needed to sleep somewhere. He told me to do him a solid and NEVER tell anyone what was going to happen in that room that night and I could sleep with Margaret with a convincing lie to tell her in the morning. I helped lay her down in my bed and lay beside her. I casually nuzzled her into my arm and fell asleep. I mean she wouldn't care once we wake up. According to Rigby, I was drunk as hell.