A/N: They became close friends. So close, sometimes they need not for words. They read each other's mind like an open book, always knowing what the other wants. However, words are still needed, of course. Just so Eileen could prove how right she was to the ever-so-oblivious Rigby, or maybe just to confirm their innermost desire during movie night.
A series of unrelated events and moments involved around our two favourite characters. One word, one story. Rigleen all the way!
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Belly button.
"Please?"
"Not now, Rigby."
"Come on, please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with cherries on top?"
"Rigby, I certainly will not lend you 20 dollars just so you can get piercings!"
"But Eileen, there're cool!"
"Not when you want 20 of them all at once!"
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Cake
Pops may bake the best apple pie, but nothing, not even the lollipop man's baking skills, can ever compete with Eileen's mouth-watering chocolate cake.
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Boyfriend
Mordecai was glad he kept a reasonable amount of distance when he delivered the news to his best friend. As the furious racoon wiped the wet cereal from his mouth, he screamed, "Eileen has a new what…?!"
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Jealous
That possum guy (what's his name again?) can talk to her, because it's fine. He can laugh with her, because that's okay. But when his hands get a little too 'friendly', Rigby just can't stop himself. The last thing the enraged racoon saw was murderous red.
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Story
That night, he was furious. Hot, boiling liquid was throbbing achingly in his head, making him groaned in pain. He never asked for a splitting headache.
That night, she was exhausted. Her legs felt like jelly, ready to collapse at any second. Her joints were screaming, begging her to just lie down for one minute. However, she remained strong and kept her eyelids open.
His steps were fast and angry, leaving dark burns as he stomped on the concrete.
Her steps were soft and delicate, as if leaving fresh flowers on the tiled floors.
Rigby slowly began feeling breathless from running. He bent down and leaned against the wall. He took time trying to catch his breath.
Eileen glanced at the wall clock. She bent down and scrubbed the dirty floors. She could always use a mop, but this way is better.
She knows he's coming. He's never late.
Rigby knows she'll listen. Eileen never failed to. (I need your help)
He slammed door opened. She didn't jump or seemed surprised. She didn't even speak. She didn't need to. She just sat down. And waited.
Rigby sat across her. Eileen slides a slice of chocolate cake. She even poured his coffee.
He sipped and ate. The food slide down his throat and tasted bitter in his mouth. (I'm not even hungry.)
Eileen waited as Rigby slammed down his fork.
(She didn't even flinched.)
She waited as Rigby covered his face with his hands, sighed in frustration.
As he lifted his head, Eileen had been fiddling with her hands. Silently waiting and giving him time and space.
(Say something.)
Rigby gazed into her eyes. (She always had the most beautiful eyes.)
She gave him a smile of assurance. (She even had the most beautiful smile.)
Eileen made him feel safe. She never judged him when everybody else did. Rigby trusted her. He trusted her with all his heart.
She saw him opened his mouth, beginning his story.
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Different
Rigby knows Eileen is different from all the girls he dated back in high school (yes, even he managed to have girlfriends). Sure, the relationships never last for 2 weeks. But it gave the racoon enough knowledge about the female gender.
There were girls who were brainiacs, but arrogantly held their heads higher than the clouds.
There were girls who looked sizzling hot, but basically air-headed.
Some were too boring, while others simply can't get his jokes.
But with Eileen everything seems sort of, well, different.
She knows when to have fun and play pranks, but never takes things too far. She knows everything just about anything, yet never boasted about it. She gets his jokes and finds them hilarious.
Eileen simply gets him. She understands beneath his cold mask. She knows him beneath those sarcastic words. Eileen is simply different from all girls he met. She's a very good different, and Rigby loves that about her.
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Lips
As he sat there, across the table, he wondered, it is soft like a feather, or as sweet as chocolate?
Will sparks fly when he kissed them? Will he even get the chance to do it?
He sighed as he gazed at those perfect, pink, sensual lips.
"Rigby, why are you staring at my mouth? If I have something between my teeth, at least tell me."
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Propose
Last night, you went down on your knees. You looked so handsome in your tuxedo, hair slicked back and a boyish smile decorated your lips.
You had a velvet box in your hands under the starlit sky. Your voice came out strong and confident, yet I know there's a hidden nervousness. You were anxious as you squeaked out, "Will you marry me?" But I heard it loud and clear.
Yet, you weren't waiting for my yes, for of course I'll say: Yes! Oh, Rigby, yes!
Tears went down my cheeks. Yet, you never noticed. You were too busy being happy with new fiancée.
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Words
They had known each other for years.
The first couple of months were nothing but tears for Eileen and bucketful of frustrations for Rigby. They were complete opposites, what do you expect? They simply can't get each other, like a puzzle piece that will never fit. When the other wants this, the other seems to want the opposite. It was frustrating. The poor mole will always cried," This 'friendship' would never work!" and Rigby would yell," I hate this. I hate her!"
Or, so they thought.
It took them only a few minutes to figure out each other's wants and needs.
They took weeks to understand the other's attitudes and mood swings.
A few moments were needed to finally earn each other's trust. They shared their hopes and deepest desires on the rooftop at night. They told all their seemingly impossible wishes on Look Out Mountain. Eileen told the secrets she had to keep. Rigby told the lies he was forced to tell.
They became close friends. So close, sometimes they need not for words. They read each other's mind like an open book, always knowing what the other wants.
However, words are still needed, of course. Just so Eileen could prove how right she was to the ever-so-oblivious Rigby, or maybe just to confirm their innermost desire during movie night.
"More popcorn?"
"Lay it on me."
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Snore
Eileen would never say out loud how she found Rigby purring in his sleep is actually so adorable.
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Kidnap
"What?!"
He felt like there were thousands of knives stabbing into his heart. His head is spinning too fast. Oxygen was forced into his lungs. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.
Clutching his scalp, Rigby managed to choke out, "She's gone." His eyes stings from the tears threatening to fall.
"Mordecai, Eileen's gone."
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A/N: There you it! Eleven little words with eleven mini stories. Please tell me what you think!