Rigby had been thinking for a long time about seemingly nothing. His mind reeled with ideas, things that he would love to do with Mordecai. But today, he wanted to do something different than play wrestling and work around the park and the normal mischief he always loved so much. Today he wanted to get away; he wanted to get away to a place so far from home that they had no idea where they were. He wanted to go to a place where they didn't know what up, down, left or right was. A place where they were completely disoriented, and lost. But he knew that Mordecai would never go for that . . . not in a million years.

Rigby looked around. The room was quiet and empty; dark and cold. He had no idea where Mordecai was, but he wanted to be with him so badly. Thats all he ever wanted. Just being near Mordecai was like heroin to him, his very essence was his drug. He stood and stretched. He traveled slowly and quietly down the hall and into the living room to find his lover sitting topless on the couch watching TV. Rigby stood there, quiet as a mouse, taking in this beautiful sight. Mordecai was so handsome. His porcelain skin was almost glistening in the morning sunlight, and his hair was a mess, but what a beautiful mess it was. Rigby glided over to the side of the couch, and sat on the arm next to his lover. Mordecai looked up at Rigby and smiled softly.

"Hey dude." He said through his smile. He put a soft hand on Rigby's knee. "What's up?"

"Wanna go somewhere?" Rigby asked softly.

"Sure, I'll get the cart and . . ." Rigby shook his head.

"No, I mean really, lets go somewhere!" Rigby smiled and leaned in to kiss the side of Mordecai's head.

"Wait, you mean like far away?" Rigby nodded. "But we can't! We have work, remember?" Rigby shook his head.

"I asked Benson for some time off, I said that a good friend of ours was sick and we needed to go see them." Mordecai smirked and punched Rigby's arm.

"You know you're not supposed to lie to him like that dude!" Rigby smiled and pushed Mordecai a bit. "Did we get the time off?" Rigby nodded. "How long?!"

"Two weeks dude." Mordecai's eyes went wide. He couldn't resist a 2 week break! He knew that they could both be fired for this, but now he didn't care! Two weeks with just the road and his lover, it was all he's wanted for a long time.

"But . . . we don't have a car dude!" Rigby laughed.

"We aren't taking a car." He then pulled from his back pocket two train tickets. All they had to do was drive into the city, and get on any train they wanted. "These were a bit expensive, but it doesn't matter . . . We can go literally anywhere!" Mordecai furrowed his brow and frowned.

"Rigby . . . how much were they?" He asked. Rigby's heart dropped into his stomach. He didn't want Mordecai to call this off after all he went through to get them.

"That doesn't matter!" Rigby shouted.

"Rigby, yes it does! Tell me!" Mordecai gripped Rigby's shoulder.

"They were . . . $120 each . . ." Mordecai's grip tightened a bit. He looked down at his lap.

"How long did you save for these?"

"Why does it matter?!" Rigby was shocked that this was such a big deal.

"Because, we don't have that much to begin with! And you don't even let me pitch in for this! Dude, that's not ok! I don't want you broke for the next month or two because you had to 'get away'!" Rigby was slowly getting more and more angry. He thought this was a great idea! He thought that Mordecai would be more than happy to go away with him. He felt his blood begin to boil in his veins, and his face turned hot. He was so hurt. It doesn't matter about the stupid money, why didn't Mordecai get that? Rigby didn't care about the money! He would go broke for a year if it meant being with Mordecai! Hell, he'd go broke forever! Rigby stood up, fists clenched. "Rigby . . . don't get mad."

"Fine! If you don't want to go with me . . . then . . . HERE!" Rigby threw the tickets at Mordecai. "Sell 'em or something . . . I don't even want my money back."

"Ri . ." Mordecai reached out for him, but Rigby pulled away to quickly. He made his way to the front door, and before slipping out, he looked back at his lover, a tear swimming down his cheek. Mordecai opened his mouth, but no words could escape. Not like he would have had anything to say anyway. He couldn't find the words to say how sorry he was. Rigby shook his head and slipped out, slamming the door behind him. Mordecai wanted to follow. He wanted to run after his lover, and hold him, and then take the tickets and get out of here without even packing a single thing to take. But something grounded him on that couch like cement. He couldn't move, think, and he could hardly breathe. He had hurt Rigby . . . again.