Chapter 2 - Rigby's Confession
Rigby stomped down the hallway in anger, sadness, and probably nervousness. He decided he was going to tell Mordecai he liked him, he didn't care if Benson said he couldn't.
He made it downstairs as Mordecai was walking out of the kitchen with a soda.
"Hey, uh, dude?" Rigby asked at the bottom of the stairs. He blushed crazy red.
"Oh hey dude. what's up?" Mordecai smiled. He seemed happy. Why?!
"Um, can I talk to you? Just for a second?" Rigby took that last step.
"Not now dude, i'm going to the coffee shop. Wanna come?" Mordecai headed for the door and opened it up. He felt the breeze between his feathers. "Dang, it's cold."
"No, i'll stay here." Rigby's ears drooped. He wanted to go but felt he shouldn't, he didn't like Margaret that much. He didn't know why either. Probably because Mordecai always pays attention to her and not him. He hated that Mordecai liked her instead of him. What does she have that he doesn't?
"Ok dude, suit yourself." Mordecai grabbed his jacket and exited the house with a 'bye'.
Rigby's POV
What the hell?
Why does he like her?
Why did he have to leave? Why couldn't he wait?
All these thoughts ran through my head. I sat on the couch thinking about how I was going to tell him. I couldn't think of anything. Why is this so hard to do?
Ugh!
Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe Benson was right when he said I couldn't. But I don't know why he said I couldn't. Well Mordecai did tell me about his talk with Benson but I wasn't listening. I got lost in his eyes. But I did hear something about a date. Maybe...
Wait! No! That's not it! It can't be!
He can't be going out with Benson. Could he? Oh man! I need to talk to him when he gets home. Hopefully I won't change my mind.
Mordecai's POV
Why was Rigby so..so down when I said I had to go? It was probably because he wanted some bro time.
I walked until I saw the coffee shop and walked inside. I took a seat at my usual table and Margaret came up.
"Hey Mordecai. The usual?" Margaret asked smiling at me.
"Uh, hey Margaret. Yea, the usual."
"Ok. I'll bring it right out." She walked away and I just sat there and thought. I thought about Rigby and Benson. How Rigby felt when I told him I had to leave and how I have a date with Benson. Which by the way was this Friday. What was today? Oh, it's Tuesday.
Margaret came up and gave me my coffee. "Here you go."
"Thanks Margaret." I think Margaret noticed me thinking because she questioned it.
"Is something on your mind?" She sat down across from me. She looked pretty concerned. That's what I liked about her she was always caring.
"Actually, yea, there is. I'm just thinking about my date." I looked up to see the shocked look on her face. Maybe she wanted to know who it was.
"Really? Your dating someone?"
"Not dating just going on a date. I'm not ready to date. You know...you and me...breaking up, and such."
"Yea, I understand. Who are you dating?" She seemed jealous. I could tell by her voice.
"Uh...it's...uh, Benson." I put my head down, waiting for the hate and mean comments from her.
"Congratulations! I knew there was something between you two. Even though I only met him once." She chuckled. I was surprised she wasn't mad or even hateful. She all of a sudden looked down as if she was sad.
"Thanks, but is there something wrong?"
"Yea, um, me and Rigby were talking a couple weeks ago about him liking someone." Was she talking about me? Did Rigby like me?
"And what did you guys say?"
"Rigby really likes you." Oh no! Crap! What am I supposed to do?
"I, uh, have to go. Thanks for the help." I paid for the coffee and quickly ran out the door and back to the house. All these thoughts ran through my mind.
I didn't know Rigby liked me.
I can't believe I didn't see it sooner.
I like him, but I also like Benson.
I'm sure glad I didn't start dating Benson because I don't know who to date. I hurried up the porch steps and into the house.
Author's POV
"Rigby?" Mordecai searched the house calling his name several last place he checked was his room and that's where he found Rigby lying on his trampoline under the pile of clothes.
"Rigby? Rigby, answer me." He walked closer to the raccoon and removed some of the clothes. He took a look at Rigby, who was lying on his back holding his tail, and he looked terrible. Watery eyes and his fur was sticking out in different places. He looked like Mordecai when he was depressed because he thought Margaret was getting married to John. But found out that he was her cousin. Mordecai looked like wreck during that time.
"Go away Mordecai." Rigby started crying again. Mordecai didn't like when Rigby cried. It wanted to make him cry.
He turned Rigby around and planted a kiss on the raccoon's lips. Rigby was shocked but soon gave in. He dreamed of this moment but never thought it would happen. He was jumping with joy on the inside but calm on the outside. Mordecai pulled away.
"Why did you kiss me. You found out didn't you?"
"Yea. Margaret told me." Rigby's ears drooped.
"You probably think i'm a fag, don't you?"
"If I thought that I wouldn't have kissed you." Rigby's ears came back up.
"So you like me?"
"Yea, I do." Rigby was so freaking happy at this moment that he kissed Mordecai with passion.
"Would you go on a date with me."
"Actually i'm going somewhere this Friday with a friend. You can tag along if you want."
"I would love to."
"Great, see you later dude I have to go do my chores before Benson gets pissed."
"OK." Mordecai pecked Rigby on the cheek ans left smiling. As soon as he left Rigby jumped up and did a little victory dance.
"WOOHOO!" Rigby ran out of the room.
Benson's POV
Rigby all of a sudden burst into my office without knocking and ran up to my desk and swiped everything off.
"WHAT THE HELL RIGBY!"
"I told you I didn't need your help. In yo face!" Rigby started dancing around my room like a crazy person.
"What are you talking about?"
"I got a date with Mordecai." I dropped my pencil I was holding and stared and Rigby who was still dancing.
"W-What?"
"Yea. Isn't that great." I almost cried. I thought he was taking me on a date.
"Sure, now get back to work."
"Why should I?" He still was dancing. It was pissing me off. I need to talk to Mordecai.
"NOW, OR YOUR FIRED." I stood up and pointed at the door and I probably turned red. Rigby ran out of the room and I calmed down. I picked everything up and continued working.
