Phantasmagoria
"Are you sure you want to do this, man? Last time we threw a party we had to pay Party Pete to keep the party from dying out and it didn't really change our status or anything. All it did was get Muscle Man to admit we could throw a good party, but that's about it." He sighed and added, "Not to mention, we almost got caught."
Mordecai was shuffling things around in the kitchen, trying to find the perfect place for the things they'd just bought.
A little annoyed, Rigby asked, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Are you sure we got the party cups, dude?" He asked as he looked through their shopping bags.
"Would you relax, man? We got everything."
"Oh, god." Mordecai snapped as a thought hit him. "What if she doesn't come?"
Rigby rolled his eyes and said, "We sent her an invitation on friendface and she said she'd come."
"What if the party dies out?"
"I just brought that up!"
Mordecai put his hand over Rigby's mouth and said, "No, no, no. We need the next Party Pete."
Rigby sighed and said, "I had a feeling it would come to this." He grabbed the phone and proceeded to call someone.
The party was in full swing and there was a huge crowd surrounding an individual with medium-length smooth hair. A hand gradually reached out to touch his hair, but he almost reflectively slapped it. The conversation he was having with one of the guests went on as if it hadn't even happened.
"Did he just slap someone's hand?" Mordecai asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," Rigby said complacently, "his policy is 'look, but don't touch.' According to his resume, his hair is his only reason for living. He spends hours on it. He says it makes girls instantly wet, it makes mothers cry, it makes babies happy, and it makes people in the army ask themselves.. 'why are we fighting?'"
"I don't know. This is kinda weird."
"But it's working, right?"
Mordecai sighed, holding his left arm with his right hand as he looked away and said, "Yeah, I guess so."
"See, what'd I tell you? You have nothing to worry about. Now it's only a matter of time before Margaret shows up."
"Well, thanks for all the help, dude. I couldn't've done it without you. I mean, honestly; I still can't believe you got Benson to approve of this."
"Sure man, no problem."
Rigby knew this was probably going to be it. Mordecai would finally have his chance to impress Margaret and that would eventually lead to more time with her and less time with him. He didn't mind though; he told himself that as long as Mordecai was happy, he was happy. If things went well he would finally be able to move on from this crush.
Hours passed as they waited patiently, but it was getting late and Margaret didn't seem to be showing up. They even considered ending the party early, but that thought was immediately eliminated when they heard the door bell ring.
Mordecai made his way past the crowd to the front door. He turned to look at Rigby, who signaled him to go. He turned back toward the door, taking a breather before opening it. On the other side he found two police officers standing next to Muscle Man.
"We found him passed out next to the water fountain." One of the policemen said as they shoved Muscle Man in his direction.
He turned towards Muscle Man, helping him up as he asked, "What happened to you, dude?!"
"He got thrown out the front door a couple of hours ago." Skips said, "He couldn't make his way in, so he must've wandered off to the water fountain where the police eventually found him."
The other policeman took a look inside and asked, "Say, is there alcohol in these premises?"
"No, sir. Just plain old soda." Mordecai said as he pointed to his drink. "We don't even have any underage people in this party. Feel free to search the place if you-"
"How old are you, son?"
"23."
"I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Don't let this happen again."
He turned back to Muscle Man as he tried to tell him something, "Margaret sure looks good today, huh?"
"What?" Mordecai asked, looking up as he saw her heading towards the house.
Meanwhile, Rigby was in the kitchen, pacing back and forth as he thought about the future. I'm going to regret this moment the rest of my life if I don't do anything. People like Mordecai are hard to come by. We have a great thing together, but he doesn't like me like that. What good are my feelings if he doesn't feel the same? No, at least I have to tell him how I feel, he deserves that much. But what if it changes how he sees me? What am I talking about? This is my chance to finally leave this madness behind. There's no way he'll return my feelings.
Somewhere among his inner quarrel, he heard Mordecai call his name. "Rigby, I don't have time to explain, so just go with it."
The next thing he knew, he was pinned against the wall and his lips rested on his. He was confused as to what was going on, but that didn't limit his enjoyment of the moment. He heard someone walk into the room calling Mordecai's name. He opened his eyes and saw Margaret, and for the first time in his life, he felt used, but he didn't mind. Mordecai could use him if he wanted to. For now, he simply wanted to enjoy the moment. He felt a connection, like there was somehow honesty in his dishonesty. Like somehow his feelings were reciprocated.
They heard her leave after the Steller's Jay she was with said, "Gross. Lets get out of here. I can't believe you're friends with those faggots."
"Mordecai, they're gone now." Rigby said as Mordecai kept kissing him. "Mordecai?"
He felt Mordecai pull away. There was a hint of regret in Mordecai's face. Like he wished he would've thought things through. Like Margaret didn't deserve to see them like that.
They were in their rooms, staring up at the ceiling as they laid in their beds before they went to sleep.
"That's the second time we've kissed in one week. If we keep this up who knows where we'll end up." Mordecai joked.
Even though it was pretty obvious, Rigby asked, "Why'd you do it?"
"She walked in with some other guy; I don't know. I felt like if I gave her some sort of incentive then she might grow an interest for me, but.. after seeing that the party wasn't enough, I felt like I just had to. I mean, I've tried again and again to get her attention, but nothing seems to work. This whole thing was just a big mistake. Now not only do I have to suffer for it, but I think now she does too."
Author's Note: I made a few edits to chapter one. No major stuff, just little details here and there; things I was uncomfortable with. This chapter is still a little flawed, so I'll probably fix it later too, I just wanted to share what I had so far. Anyways, I know this chapter was short, but the next one will make up for it. Don't forget to review! Rating is subject to change for the next chapter, so make sure to look for this story in the M section next time.
