Ok. This is my first One-Shot. I've seen all the other one shots, so I decided to do one for...whatever couple comes up into my head.

So...just give me an honest review for what I did. Ok?

...then again. This may not be a one-shot. Well. that sucks. But, it's still a story. Lots of flashback will happen. Lot's of drama and fights will happen in here.

P.S. Give Credit for BossKing109 for mentioning one shot songs. THANKS, BRO! c:

P.S.S. Trying to fight the surge of Three Days' Grace and Oasis fighting for who wins me... :( Augh...BossKing got me addicted to TDG...Now Dad will be complaining about me having so much Three Days' Grace on my iPad... :D)

P.S.S.S. Sorry for making this really long. I just like buildups, that's all. c: Actually. These will be a few one-shots. FOr some people in Regular Show...

MAYBE. I'm not sure! I DON'T KNOW SHIT ANYMORE!

...It's gonna be a few chapters before this ends. ...Meh...

Mordecai didn't know what to do.

He couldn't think.

Couldn't sleep.

Couldn't talk.

Couldn't work.

Couldn't eat or bathe.

He couldn't do anything.

There was nothing he could do to solve this problem in his life.

These were the last moments before she leaves.

She was actually leaving. For good.

With that in mind, it was like his soul was crushed and brutalized to death, while his heart cried the last beats of tears that were left, before actually being broken and lost into the Abyss of...Nothingness.

All these years, his friends helped him to try and catch the dove of his life, but she kept flying away everytime he catched her. But, he realized that she wasn't going to stop for him to catch her anymore.

Now, there was nothing he could do to stop her from being married to...this...guy.

This rich and hot guy that was a model for the new movie: "Killing Zombies For Life."

But why would she marry an actor for a movie that got low ratings?

That's just wrong.

Mordecai could only just stand there and watch them propose to each other.

Now, his life is ruined. Because he waited. He waited for one girl of his dreams, until someone else came and ruined it. For him and her.

All he could do is just wait. Wait until it's all over...until it's all over...until...it's...all...over...

As the big day was weeks away, Rigby was at the Coffee Shop, talking to Eileen, who was on break for a good while. Rigby actually decided to help his bro for once, and hope he didn't screw this up. So he decided to talk to Eileen, since she was the only person he could actually talk to about these kind of things, other than Skips.

"Oh. Hey, Rigby." Eileen stated, waving at him once he walked to the table that held two red mugs and a pot of coffee.

"Hey, Eileen." Rigby said in a sad voice, and sat down on a yellow stool across from her.

"...why the sad face?" Eileen asked with worry, grabbing the pot and pouring the two coffee.

"It's Mordecai. He's totally trashed." Rigby sighed and put his hands to his face to wipe the lack of sleep away.

"Oh no! What happened?" she stopped the pouring and softly put the pot on the table and passed a mug to Rigby, who grabbed it with no emotion.

"...Margaret and Greg. You remember the beach date they went on?" he looked up at her expectantly.

"Yeah. And Greg proposed to Margaret." Eileen said, and took a few sips from her mug. "...why?"

Rigby could sigh and close his eyes. "Well, once he actually reached Margaret, he had roses in his hand, right?" he opened his eyes again. "Well, Greg walked up to Margaret, proposed to her, and everyone turned to applaud the two while Mordecai had a shocked look on his face."

"And Margaret said yes."

Rigby nodded. "I don't even think she noticed Mordecai at all. I mean, she just ignored him like he was a ghost. I was there and saw the whole thing."

Eileen only gasped softly and put her mug down, a hand to her cheek. "Oh! Poor bird!"

"Yeah. And then, he just stood there, dropped the roses, ran off and drove all the way home without stopping. He was driving at least fourteen miles over the speed limit!" Rigby exclaimed softly, and lifted his mug to his lips to drink a few gulps.

Eileen could only reach over and grab his hand that was on the table and squeeze it tightly, which made Rigby look up at her with worry.

She gave a sad smile, but then frowned and backed away, sitting in her stool again.

Rigby sighed. "And now, he's in bed, crying about it and listening to these songs over and over again. I don't even think it's that good anymore after a few days on repeats. They're only good when I listen to it. Mordecai has no taste in music."

"Rigby." Eileen scolded.

"Sorry."

"...what songs?"

"...Last To Know, Powerless, High Road, Gone Forever, Unbreakable Heart, and whatever else." Rigby looked down at the table and sighed.

"Oh..." Eileen looked away.

"Yeah. Even Benson yelling at him to shut it off, or go back to work. But, Mordecai's sad. He can't do anything that is actually worth his time. He even tried to kill himself a few times."

Eileen turned back and covered her mouth with her hand.

Rigby exhaled through his nose. "Skips and I tutored him, but he didn't listen. So we took him to a therapist, and even he couldn't do anything with this situation. It's like a demon is taking control of him. But we didn't do anything wrong for the last three or so weeks. We've had good luck lately." Rigby shrugged and sighed.

"...I wish there was something I could do..." Eileen whispered.

Rigby looked up at her and gave a small sad smile. "We all wish there was something we could do for Mordecai."

Eileen sighed. "Rigby..."

"...it's ok...I just...I just wish...there was...something..." Rigby then sniffled.

Eileen gasped and grabbed his hand, her eyebrows showing worry for him.

"I just wish there was something we could do..." he said, his eyes clouding up with tears and his voice cracking with brittleness.

"Rigby..." Eileen said, and jumped off the stool to walk to the other side, sit on the stool beside him and hug him dearly, Rigby hugging her back.

"Why was Margaret so dumb? Why didn't she realize that Mordecai loved her? Why would Margaret ignore a friend like Mordecai?!" Rigby shrieked softly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Rigby!" Eileen cried, hugging him tighter.

"SHE SHOULD JUST GO TO HELL, EILEEN! SHE SHOULD JUST SUFFER WHAT MORDECAI SUFFERED!" Rigby shrieked at the top of his lungs, soon crying on Eileen's shoulder, tears staining her shirt now.

Eileen could only gasp and be surprised for what Rigby said.

Rigby cried tears from his eyes, grabbing the back of Eileen's shirt while Eileen sighed and patted his back.

"...Rigs...maybe there is something we could do. We just gotta find it...that's all..." Eileen said softly after a few long moments.

Rigby soon calmed down and sniffled. "...you...you think so?"

"Yeah. You just gotta find it. It's somewhere out there..." Eileen stated with a smile.

Rigby sniffled again and faced Eileen with red eyes and a runny nose.

"...thanks Eileen..."

"Anything to help out a friend, Rigs." Eileen said, and grabbed a napkin out of her pocket. "Now wipe your nose."

Rigby chuckled and grabbed the napkin and blew his nose.

"Alright. Now drink your coffee." Eileen said, and reached over the table to grab her mug and smiled.

Rigby laughed and grabbed his, and they both clinked their mugs together, soon sipping their warm coffee.

At home, Mordecai lay in bed, headphone in his ears with his music on repeat. He was listening to Lost In You by TDG (Three Days' Grace), staring at the ceiling with a blank look, his heart beating softly.

The sun was high in the sky, but Mordecai closed it out with blinds, leaving him in the darkness of the room.

Mordecai sighed and looked over to Rigby's bed, which was only a pile of clothes on a trampoline. Well, that's Rigby for you.

He exhaled through his nose and kicked off the covers from him, and got up to walk outside the hall and down to the bathroom. He opened the door and flipped on the light and closed the door behind him to look himself in the mirror.

By the way he was, it look like he was beaten up, ran over, brutalized, and cried to death. He didn't look good at all. Scratches here, bruises there, lumps here and there, and red marks over his cheek and so on.

"If I ever catch you with my girl Margaret again, you'll pay for it. With your life." Greg spat in Mordecai's face.

Mordecai coughed up blood and spat some in Greg's face, who shrieked with disgust. "Over my grave and dead body."

Greg only wiped the blood away from his face and snarled at Mordecai. "Boys. I don't care what you do with him. But make sure he never speaks of it to anyone. And take it outside." Greg growled, and walked away, three tall, bulky men covering the light.

"Oh, this should be fun." one of them said, before a punch connected to Mordecai's face, throwing him into unconsciousness.

Mordecai sighed and grabbed his head, the mirror in him spinning around in a circle and the light fuzzing up in a larger circle before blackness consumed him, and his head thunking somewhere else, something warm oozing out and covering his face...

...it's gonna be a few chapters.

So...just tell me how you think it was.

-Werner Von B.