Mordecai admired his smile in the mirror. Got the teeth, he boasted to himself. Got the hair, he flipped his blue locks. And the proper attire! His suit-and-tie look didn't fit his image for every day wear, but today isn't just any day. It's THE day, he thought. The day he shows Margaret what he has to offer.
For quite some time he's been waiting for this day! He has prepared his lines, his moves and his looks. His expressions, at least. No more awkward stuttering or confident-lacked eyebrow twitching. No more sweaty palms and shaky fingers. He wanted Margaret and she wants him too! Absolutely nothing could ruin his day. THE day.
And he had his best friend to thank, for taking the punches distracting Eileen, for nudging him forward and supporting him, and most of all, to help him practice his moves..
As these thoughts rolled along in his mind, he heard Rigby fumbling to open the door. He stopped looking at himself in the mirror and turned toward the door. Rigby opened it, a smile on his face.
"Tonight's your night, bro. Get it good!" Rigby's encouraging words rang throughout his mind. He couldn't hold back his weird urges.
"You're like, the best friend ever, dude!" He wrapped his arms around his best friend, embracing him in a tight hug. He was so warm. "Thanks."
"Wh-what are you talking about now..?" The significantly shorter one patted his friend's back in an awkward approval. God, did he smell so good. But he doesn't smell like that for me. No, someone else..
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so ready for tonight," he replied, ruffling Rigby's hair. It was already so messy, so it didn't bother him any. He stepped back to slip on his working boots. "Enough sappy shit, let's clean the fountain. Hey, maybe you could spend Valentines Day with some ducks, since no girl wants you," Mordecai jested.
"Stop talking!" Rigby shouted, punching Mordecai in the shoulder. He bent down to pick up some raggedy sandals, the same ones he's worn since they decided to work at the park.
They shoved down the walkway to the fountain. Silence was looming. Eventually, the work day took into a hot afternoon.
"What now?" Rigby said, face red, wiping sweat with the bare wrist, his sleeves pushed back.
"Well, Benson said that the fountain needed to be cleaned," he scratched the back of his head. "And, other than that, the gutter's cleaned. But that's the easy one, so it should be done fast." His eyes searched the sky for rain clouds. None were to be found. Good, Mordecai thought to himself. I don't want anything ruining today.
"Alright, let's get this over with so I can play some games," the smaller one said, grabbing up their stuff. He almost dropped the hose, so Mordecai took it from him. For some reason, that lifted a lot of weight off of him.
He shoved the tools in their rightful places and grabbed the ladder. Mordecai grabbed the other end for support. Even double sided ladders had their cons.
Rigby climbed on top of the roof first and held his balance. He pulled his best friend up to help him keep his. They shoved the dirty remains of leaves that winter tends to form into mush out of the gutter. It was a job that was easier than they expected it to be. Since the house wasn't that big, they finished faster than they thought.
Carefully, they stepped back to the ladder. Rigby put his foot on the first step on the ladder, balancing himself on the roof tiles. Just as he was about to descend down the ladder, his foot slipped.
"Rigby!" Mordecai grabbed his friends hand. He didn't have good balance on the roof either, so they both fell to the ground. Time seemed to pause. Neither were sure what happened exactly.
"...Owch," Rigby protested. His eyes were shut tight, but he could feel a weight on his chest and grass brushing against his ear. Then he heard Mordecai groaning.
"Dude, are.. Are you alright?" Mordecai opened his eyes and lifted his head. "Rigby..!" He suddenly realized their position.
Rigby's eyes suddenly shot open. "What?!" His mind raced to conclusions that he was bleeding or missing limbs or something tragic.
"Uh, uhm," the taller one fumbled. "Nothing." He moved to get off of his friend, but realized his foot was caught in the ladder that had fallen as well.
Rigby then realized where Mordecai was. On top of him. Eye contact was inevitable. His eyes widened and, Mordecai looked at him, worried he was going to get mad. But instead, he couldn't tell what Rigby was thinking, which was strange.
For what felt like an eternity, they lied there, Mordecai's arms next to Rigby's head, eyes locked and wide, and cool wind hitting their cheeks.
In one swift movement, Rigby touched his best friends cold cheek. Mordecai lied there, frozen. He had no idea what was happening. No, he knew, he just didn't know what he should be doing. Rigby wrapped his arms around the neck of the blue haired boy, pulling him in and locking their lips. He closed his eyes and embraced the kiss. Not thinking, the one on top grabbed the shorter boys side, brushing his thumb under his shirt.
He forgot everything for a moment and just left himself to be taken advantage of, and to take advantage of the moment, just as the other boy did. Rigby's lips parted, inviting the blue haired boys tongue in. He ran his fingers through Mordecai's hair, rubbed his neck, caressed his cheeks, anywhere he could get his hands is where they wandered.
The larger boy grinded against his smaller partner and lifted their lips apart, never opening his eyes. He kissed down his cheek to his neck, biting and nipping. He slipped his hand down the side of his friend's pants, rubbing the skin and scratching the hips with his blue painted nails.
"Uhnf.. Mordecai.." He called to his best friend, begging for more. "F..fuck." He realized what they were doing and that it was wrong. He wanted this so badly, no, he wanted more, but it was wrong. He was ruining today for his best friend, the man that didn't love him. Even if Mordecai wasn't saying no, he knew what he was doing would come back to bite him.
Mordecai grabbed the bottom of his shirt to pull it up. Stop, Rigby thought to himself.
He scratched lightly at his belly. You don't want to do this, Mordecai.
He pushed his hand up to play with his body more. This isn't what you want.
He licked up his ear, breathing heavily. Stop it.
He bit down on the cartilage. Stop, stop, stop!
In a quick motion, he shoved the taller man off of him. "Stop it," he mumbled under his breath. "I'm sorry."
Mordecai had fallen to the ground on his side. "Wh-what?" He held out his hand to stop his friend but stopped when he realized what was going on.
"I said I'm sorry," he stated more clearly, standing up. He walked into the house, his head hanging low and hands in his hoodie pockets. The blue haired boy watched as his friend walked away. He wanted to stop him but if he did, it'd just end badly as he knew it. There was no point.
He shoved the ladder off himself and stood. He folded it and leaned it against the garage wall making sure it didn't fall. He closed the garage door aggravatingly and stomped his way into the house. He dragged himself to the bedroom and looked at the time. Almost five. Time to get ready for his date with Margaret. He wasn't sure where Rigby went off to.
Rigby watched his companion climb into the car with his date from the window. When he couldn't see them anymore, he turned his back. He made sure he wasn't seen by Mordecai. He stomped over to the front door, carrying himself to the garage. No one was home. Everyone had plans for Valentines dinner. He walked over to the garage, planning on taking out an instrument to let off some steam when he was interrupted. Eileen pulled up, smiling far too happily.
"Hey, Rigby! I heard you didn't have any plans today and I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party with me. It's just down the street, you see. So uhm, if it's okay with you, we could go, like.. Together?" Eileen brushed the brown hair out of her freckled face. He wasn't ready to go anywhere with Eileen, but a party sounded great. He could go and ditch her there, but keep an eye on her so nothing bad happens. A party is a great way to blow off steam, yeah.
"Uh, sure. But this isn't a date. I just don't have anything to do," he said in a nice tone not to hurt her feelings, but still with a confused look on his face. He climbed into the strange vehicle and looked at the stereo. It had flower stickers on it. Weird.
"Of course not, no. I just didn't have any plans either." She started the car back up and drove through the driveway. Even though the party was just down the street, the drive seemed long. But he could clearly see the park from where they were. It was a house party, but wasn't sure who's house. Oh well.
He stepped out of the car and walked up the steps. There were already a few empty red cups where beer was obviously being served. Good, he thought. I need to forget some things.
Eileen tried to follow him but ended up catching the eye of a friend and lost him. He felt relief.
He found the kitchen but the beer wasn't there. Weird, he thought to himself. He went room to room. No beer. Well, it's got to be here somewhere.. He looked around. There was no mistaking that there was beer. Almost everyone had a cup in their hands as they danced to the loud house music.
He tried to catch a few people's attention, but everyone he caught couldn't understand him over the noise. He almost gave up, but decided to ask one more person. He spotted a bright red hoodie and tugged on it. The man turned around, deep green eyes staring back at the shorter man.
"Hey, dude, where's the.." he cut himself off. He knew who this was.
"Rigby?" the tall white haired man questioned. "Rigby! It's been a while!" He put his arm around the smaller mans shoulders.
"Jeremy! Wow, I haven't seen you in forever..!" he exclaimed, confused as to why he was being so friendly. Then he noticed the cup in his other hand. That was probably why.
"Hahah, I know right? Did you guys ever get that job back?" He was yelling over the music quite well.
"Yeah, we did," Rigby nodded. "But where'd you get the beer?" he yelled, pointing to the cup in Jeremy's hand.
"What'd you say?" The short man rolled his eyes. No one seemed to hear him. Maybe his high voice doesn't travel that well.
"I said, the beer! Where'd you get it!" he tried louder, but to no avail. The music still went strong.
"Dude, I can't hear you! Come with me out back so we can talk," Jeremy said, guiding his friend using the arm on his shoulder. "Plus there's beer out there!"
Wow, Rigby smiled.
When they got to the back, there was a deck with a keg and a large cooler on the other end. A couple of kids who didn't look old enough to drink were standing around it looking nervous and smiling at everyone coming near them. Yeah, they were probably not supposed to be there.
Rigby walked over to it, noticing the lack of cups. Ugh, I'm never gonna catch a break.
"Hahahah, wow, Rigby. No cups, huh?" the tall boy teased. Just as Rigby went to protest, he heard a familiar voice calling for him.
"Rig- woah!" she almost fell. "Rigby~~!" She reached for him, stumbling up the steps of the deck.
Eileen was already drunk? But they only got here just 30 minutes ago. How strange, he thought to himself.
"Hey, Eileen. I see you got yourself a drink or two?" His voice was low and quiet, since the music didn't play as loud out here. At least, it didn't until someone opened the door to come out or go in, but that was okay. One was still understandable in those situations.
"Yeah, and I -hic- excuse me.. I got that last.. cup." She held up that red cup. Rigby wanted that red cup. "My luck, huh?" she laughed.
"Yup. Anyway, this is Jeremy." Eileen stared up at him. He was especially tall to Eileen.
"Woah, dude, you're so tall.." Her eyes widened, but not as wide as they did when he shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Eileen. And happy Valentines Day!" he said, his voice enthusiastic. "A pretty girl like you must have plans later, right?"
Eileen blushed and giggled in response. Of course, this conversation didn't interest Rigby so his eyes wandered. There were many kids that didn't look like they were supposed to be there. It reminded him of back when he and Mordecai were their age sneaking into these shitty backyard parties to snag a few drinks. We thought we were so cool.
Just then, his thoughts were interrupted as Eileen turned around to bend over the porch. One beer and she was already vomiting. Now he had to take her home.
Except, where did she live? Not only did he have to take her home, he had to take her to his home. The only people he could think to ask was Eileen herself, who surely was about to pass out from the sounds of her moans (he knew those moans better than anyone. On some days, Mordecai was a lightweight too) and Margaret, who was too busy..
"Shit," he mumbled as he held her hair back for her. "Could you go get a towel for me, dude? I hate to ask, but.."
"No, it's okay, I get like this with Chad sometimes too. One second," and he was off back into the sea of sweaty teenagers.
"I'm sorry, Rigby. I thought it'd be okay, but I just ruined our night. You probably think I'm lame.." She kept her face away from him.
"No, you're not lame. I get it, you just had a bit too much. Now stop talking and let us help."
A moment passed and Jeremy was back with a warm damp towel. Rigby grabbed it from his hand and handed it too Eileen.
"Thanks, you guys." She was obviously embarrassed and still too drunk. Jeremy threw the towel on the table with the rest of the beers and picked Eileen up. Not even a second passed and she was already out cold.
"I'll take her to my car and we can drop her off at her place." His smirk had a weird tone to it.
"Wow, this is actually really cool of you, dude. But you don't gotta do that. I can drive her home.. I think," Rigby hadn't really driven much in his life, other than the cart. Now that he really thought about it, he couldn't quite remember what to do, but since his house wasn't far, he could endure a bit of walking with her on his shoulders.
"You couldn't carry her, dude. You're like, the same size, so tiny," he laughed. His green eyes taunted him too.
"Stop talking!" Rigby pouted. Jeremy had already turned around to carry Eileen out. He followed behind Jeremy with a steady pace, making sure not to bump into the underage party goers. It was probably a better idea to leave anyway, since the cops could show up any minute. Rigby didn't want to stay to see that.
Jeremy lead him to his car and laid Eileen down in the back seat. Rigby watched as the man helped both him and his friend. Even though he thought Eileen strange, he still considered her a friend. He wanted to thank him but unsure of any other method than a kind smile and a 'thanks, bro'.
"So where's her place?" Jeremy flushed.
"I'm not sure, but we can just stop by mine and I can put her in Mordecai's bed. He's probably not coming home tonight anyway.." That last bit threw Jeremy off. Especially since you could see sadness in Rigby's eyes if you payed close enough attention.
Jeremy swung the passenger door open and signaled Rigby inside. He hopped over the hood and turned to enter the drivers seat. He was swift.
The drive home, while short, was silent. Jeremy was thinking about Rigby's reaction, Rigby with Mordecai on his mind. He wondered what they were doing right now, and what was on Mordecai's mind while it happened. What did Mordecai think of him after what happened today? Was he mad? He was probably mad at him. Great. Many unanswered questions.
Quickly enough, they arrived to his home, ready to help the light weight Eileen inside.
/End ch2. There will be moreeee, next chapter has Mordecai's side and what he's doing with Margaret. Also, I had to add Eileen in there because she's just so cute you guys. Sorry if you don't like her, hahah. I just imagine her trying to get drunk to look cool for Rigby and being a total lightweight which is just adorable to me! Thank you so much for reading this far, and I hope you liked it. Be sure to follow for more! :D
Also, sorry for the confusing notes before and after the first chapter (I hope this last one works right!), it's my first time submitting anything here on FF. I'm still getting used to this junk, hahah.
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