I do NOT owe Regular Show or its characters. I only owe the side characters i made, and this fanfiction.

Hey guys! Have you been missing Eileen's POV fanfictions? Or did you just want to read more RigbyxEileen (aka Rigleen) stories? Well, than this is the story for you!

Here's a quick note on what you can expect from this fanfiction (other than what I mentioned above.) : The story will contain heavier subject matter while still being a HUMOR oriented story. It will have a few OC's but they will be pretty much minor characters as Eileen and Rigby will be the main focus. OC's have been well thought of, and are not by any means, Mary-sues or Gary -stus. I don't fancy those kind of ridicules characters nor do I make them.

More info. : A new chapter will be uploaded EVERY FRIDAY! :D

Prologue

I remember those days when I was too young to understand the meaning of beauty. My mom did call me her pretty angel. But I didn't really know what 'pretty' meant. I thought it meant I was nice and friendly. I had no clue that there were words that described your physical appearance. Well, not till middle school.

There was a group of girls that everyone adored in our class, and they ignored everyone. Except for the tall, funny boys. They were

practically throwing themselves in their arms. I didn't get why they were so popular, why I was pretending to study every recess as no one would talk to me, while they were all laughing and doing fun things in the classroom.

Then one day, Caroline-the blond sheepherder- told me that a classmate had a crush on me. She was really quick about it but she made her points. She claimed, he admitted that he likes the way I smile, and that he would do anything to be with someone like me. She advised me I should spend the next school hour, looking his way and giving him signals.

"He'll be totally yours if you do that." she said while the other girls from her group were not to far away, glancing at us trying hard not to chuckle too loudly.

"Do you really think so?" I asked,full of hope. I was a lonely child,which made me vulnerable. You can only imagine that a unfortunate loner like me believed everything nice someone had told me. It wasn't naïvety, it was desperation.

Caroline started to play with her hair, smiling, with her eyes directed far away from mine, "Trust me." she said then looked back at me and gave me a quick wink before returning to her sheep.

The teacher came in just as Caroline opened her mouth to gossip with the other popular girls. One of them had to put her hand over her mouth to restrain herself from laughing as her friend approached. Her name was Sarah, she was also a total bitch.

Our educator was standing by the blackboard, waiting for everyone to get quiet and sit down. She never said anything, but with that technique of body language, she got her way.

Thinking about what Caroline told me, I looked over to Huntley. He was the guy she claimed had a crush on me. I had to admit he was quite good-looking, he seemed a lot older than he really was. It seemed like he skipped puberty and instantly became a man.

I laid my chin on my slightly closed hands then gave him the biggest grin I've ever given to anybody. My retainer was fully showing also the point of the skin where my teeth were hanging from was no longer hidden.

Noticing someone was watching him, his head slowly turned my way. After only about three seconds, his shocked expression turned into a face that signified disgust.

He immediately turned his gaze onto our teacher, raising his hand,"Miss Wale, can you please tell that repulsive mole to stop staring at me?It's freaking me out!"

Everyone in the classroom burst into a never-ending laughter. All but me. My smile faded and I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I was embarrassed like never before in my life.

As I felt my eyes filling with tears, I stood up and ran out of the classroom. I run though the school hall, and out of the building. I ran as fast as I could and I didn't even know where I was going. It didn't matter i guess, as long as I got away from the people who were hurting me.

I still run. I run to this day.

Another thing that didnt change, I still dont know where im heading.

...Maybe, there is no place of acceptance for an ugly duckling like me?

SWAN ROCK

Written by: JessieLover (Me.)

Proofread by: RegularShowLuvr (SLFF - Stupid laugh friends forever.)

Chapter 1: Envy The Swans.

The guitar started playing in its slowest rhythm. The song I was about to hear was called 'Proud Mary' by Tina Turner and I really enjoyed her music ,that's why I fixed my headphones so I would hear the song to its finest.

Y' know, now and than, I think you might like to hear something from us ..

The music was so low she was talking, not singing...well, not yet.

...Nice and easy ...

I was jogging on the street, not really paying much attention to where I'm going to turn next. I knew people were walking past me, I just couldn't see them as my mind was far away.

...But there's just one thing. You see we never ever do nothing nice and easy ...

I ran in the same tempo as the instrument was playing. I knew it would eventually get louder and faster. That was pretty much the point of the "Proud Mary".

...We always do it nice and rough, so we're gonna take the beginning of this song and do it easy. Then we're gonna do the finish rough. This is the way we do "Proud Mary" ...

My heart started skipping from anticipation. I started to move my hips while running as the first chorus started.

...And we're rolling, rolling, rolling on the river ...

I kept moving my hips and soon my feet started to raise and I was on my toes. I made my first jump, from the road, and landed safely on the sidewalk.

As the guitar and the voice started going faster, I started to spin on my toes.

I remembered the day when I joined the ballet class. Even our mentor didn't belive in me, but when I started to dance..

I standed for a second, running on spot with my toes still pointed.

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river!

I made a few more jumps with my arms held up. I closed my eyes as I wanted to enjoy the jogging dance I had. It didn't matter to me,how weirdly the people were probably staring at me. I just wanted to do what I enjoyed doing.

Continuing to dance with my eyes closed, it was only a matter of time untill I bumped into something, or someone. And when that actually happened, I fell down, fortunately managing to land safer as I let my hands catch the ground first.

"Oh my.." I heard the familiar voice speaking softly yet nervously, "I apologize greatly for not playing attention."

I felt a hand pulling me back up and once I saw the man who picked me, I smiled,"Hey Pops." I greeted,wiping my hands with one another. I then used my right hand to press the button on my phone that turned off the music. I had enough for one day.

"What are you doing out here dressed like that? Aren't you cold?" he asked with a hint of curiosity.

I looked down at my red T-shirt and white shorts. I turned my gaze and looked around to see what other people were wearing. They all had long sleeves and mostly jeans on. I turned back to Pops and shrugged, I guess I just didn't notice how cold it was. I was in my own world for a few minutes."

Pops grinned, "Ohhh, you were in your Daisy land? I love going to Daisy land!" he laughed in his own sweet, childish voice. It almost made me laugh as well. His laugh was so cute it would probably win a prize if there was a contest that judged human noises.

Pops stooped laughing suddenly and now made a sad face, looking at the floor. I frowned as soon as I saw that expression, "What's wong?" I questioned him, gently.

"You can't spend too much time in Daisy Land...because if you do,you lose.."

"Pardon?" I asked, not fully understanding what Pops was saying.

Pops didn't reply, he smiled and looked up at me again, "I just remembered I was sent to find some nice decorations for Benson's merrymaking . I should probably go back to doing so." he reached to his pocket and pulled a red lollipop out then gave it to me, " Ta-ta!" after this farewell, he went his way.

I watched him leave for a while when I saw something that caught my eyes. There were TVs seen in a store window. And on the channel there were ballet dancers.

I made my way trough the people and to the TVs. I observed how the ballerinas moved. I studied their elegance and perfection. But then I went deeper then that. They were beautiful, they were like swans.

I moved my eyes from the TVs and saw my reflection in the window. I noticed I was nothing like them, I was not as skinny or as gorgeous as them.

I frowned and took my glasses off then looked at myself again. It was pretty blurry but I did seem a bit more like the girls from the TV.

But still...I was no swan, I was still the ugly ducking...or more realistically, a mole.

Do dreams come true for a girl like me?

Sneak Peek On Chapter 2: (Note: Keep in mind that when the whole chapter is uploaded, it may be a bit different from the sneak peek, as i will still have the whole week to work on it. This does not apply only to this sneak peek, but to all that are still to come. )

I watched as Rigby took a hold of his cup of coffee while laughing at the blue jay who was imitating their boss, Benson. His laughter was like a thousand sunshines, filling up my little heart with so much happiness and joy...

"Eileen?"

I observed as he picked up his cup and drinked in his always-super-cool way.

I let out a soft,gentle sigh, still looking his way. I never wondered why i liked Rigby, because i always knew. He was funny, charming, and always had that childish excitement in his soul, not to mention how cute he was.

"Eileen, if you like Rigby so much, why don't you just go up to him and ask him out on a date?"

I snapped out of my daydreaming and turned my gaze towards Margaret who was smiling at me. I sighed again. But this sigh was much more dull and depressive, "I already tried Margaret..." I started, "...and we all know how that ended."

Margaret wrinkled her forehead in horror as she remembered what Mordecai had to do to fulfill Rigby's solid. She started to rub her right shoulder with her left hand, trying hard not to have her eyes on mine, "I thought we all agreed not to mention that ever again..."

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