Now, the next day, Mordecai woke me up again, but this time by accident.
"UGH!" he shouted in disgust.
He pushed himself away from me and all was quiet for the next few moments. Finally, he broke the silence and asked if I wanted to go to the coffee shop. It was Saturday and we had the day off, so I figured we might as well.
Once we got there, we sat at our usual table and Margret came by to greet us. Mordecai was flustered like he always is when she's around. For some reason, though, I wasn't in a talkative mood. At least, not with Margret.
"Hey guys! What's up? she asked.
"Uh, hey Margret," Mordecai said stupidly.
"Hey Margret," I said dully.
"You guys seem out of it. How about some coffee to get you going?"
"Sure," I said.
Margret gave me a funny look and then walked off to get our coffee.
"So dude," Mordecai started, "What did you dream about last night? You seemed really upset."
"Oh, I can't really remember," I lied. "I think it had something to do with that movie."
"See? I told you! We've got to stop watching horror movies. You're too sensitive!"
"Psh… Whatever!"
"Anyway, sorry about this morning. I must of thought you were Margret or something. Heh."
For some reason, when he said that, my heart sank. I didn't have time to think about it, though, since Margret came back with a steaming pot of coffee.
"Here you go, guys."
"Thanks, Margret," Mordecai said.
The front door opened and the bell rang, so I turned around to see who'd walked in. It was some muscular-looking guy with a crappy mullet.
"Danny!" Margret said excitedly. She ran over to him and hugged him.
Well, that was one thing about Margret—she sure knew how to pick a winner. The two of them walked over to our table.
"Guys, this is my boyfriend, Danny."
"Nice to meet ya," Danny said half-heartedly.
Mordecai couldn't say anything. He was having a fit on the inside. So, Margret and Danny left us alone and went over to the counter.
"UGH! Every time!" Mordecai said.
"Dude, you just need to give it up on Margret. She doesn't get it."
"You just don't understand, man. I can't just give up on her."
"Why not?"
"You'll understand one day, Rigby."
I hated when he did that, when he treated me like a child. I knew what love was, I'd just never found that "special someone" like he had. Of course, now that I thought about it, Margret wasn't really his special someone. She knew next to nothing about Mordecai! He deserved better…
"What are you thinking about, dude?"
I must have spaced out for a moment.
"Nothing important. Just thinking."
"About?"
"Well, to be honest, I feel bad for you, man. It isn't fair, the whole Margret thing, I mean."
"Just forget it. I don't need your sympathy."
"I'm just saying, maybe she's not the one, you know?"
"Dude, just shut up about Margret! What've you got against her, anyway?"
"Well, she hardly even knows you exist, dude! She doesn't know the first thing about you."
"Look Rigby. I'm glad you're concerned and all, but it's none of your business. I like Margret and I'll keep on liking Margret, so just stop trying to change things. I don't understand why you're so worried about it."
Truth be told, I didn't know why I was so worried about it either. What was it that made me so upset about Margret? She was nice enough and she had her lady-pecs and all. I just couldn't stand to see Mordecai hurt.
Anyway, we finished our coffee and we went back to the park to play some games. As usual, Mordecai beat me every time, but I didn't mind; I just liked playing games with my bro. After that, we tried in vain to find something to watch on TV, so we just lazed about on the couch. Mordecai must have still been exhausted from yesterday, because soon, he was out like a light. I just watched him for what seemed like hours. He was so fascinating—the constant up-and-down motion of his chest; his long, spindly bird-legs twitching about. I couldn't help but grin a bit when he woke up.
"Dude, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing, man. Just spacing out."
"You've been acting pretty weird lately…"
It's true, I had been acting pretty strange. And that night, as I lay on my trampoline, I tried to figure out why. Why was I so interested in my buddy? Was I just worried about him? Or was it something more?
Well, by three in the morning, I think I finally had the answer. It just pained me to admit it...
