Chapter 2

The clock was rounding 7:30 later that night. Mordecai threw on a white tee with a loose black tie around his neck with a pair of jeans, and Rigby was putting on his pants from earlier. Rigby reached into his back pocket to find the napkin with the drawing on it was still there.

I can't let him know I like him, it could ruin our friendship if he found out.

"Hey Mordecai, when do we gotta pick them up again?" He questioned from his trampoline bed.

Mordecai looked over at him to stare at his small shirtless body, caught in a daze.

"Uh, earth to Mordecai. Anybody in there?" Rigby said, waving a hand in front of Mordecai's face.

"Oh what, sorry dude. Was just kinda spacing out." He replied. Was I seriously caught staring at him? Then again, he has a rather striking appearance.

"Well dude, we have a solid twenty minutes before we gotta pick up Margaret and Eileen, so you know what that means, right?" Mordecai questioned enthusiastically.

"Video games?" Rigby questioned, though sure of the answer.

"Aww yeah. Let's go" He laughed, and hurried to the couch in the main room. Rigby followed close behind, jumping onto the couch after his friend.

They sat around playing games for a bit, jostling each other as they did. After losing another match, Rigby felt slightly angered.

"God damn dude, I can never win! Ugh this game sucks." He complained.

"Whatever dude, you're just mad 'cause you're bad" Mordecai retorted jokingly.

"Stop talking!" He yelled out, and in a fit of anger he jumped on Mordecai to wrestle him. They fell off the couch on the floor and started rolling around as they tried to pin each other. Mordecai, being the larger one, had the upper hand and soon had Rigby's arms pinned above his head against the ground, their faces close; much closer than normal.

"Gotcha dude" Mordecai said triumphantly, a small smirk against his mouth.

I feel like we're too close, for friends. But I like it, feeling him breathe against me as I do the same. Maybe he hasn't noticed, or maybe…

"Yeah whatever…" Rigby replied as he looked Mordecai in the eyes, lost in them, lost in the thoughts that flooded his head. Mordecai soon lost his gaze in Rigby's, for the same reason. They stayed in that position, Mordecai pinning Rigby to the floor, their faces inches apart. The same thoughts in their heads.

I should move, yet I don't want to. I should say something, yet I don't want to. I can't tell if he likes this the way I do. I can't tell if he likes me the way I do. Why can't he admit his feelings? Why can't I admit my own?

After a moment more of silence passes, Mordecai snaps out of his thoughts, back to reality. He checks his watch to see that the time read 7:54.

"Oh shit dude, we gotta go if we wanna get to the movies on time" He said in a hurried voice, yet was reluctant to get off of his raccoon friend.

Rigby slowly got up as well, and went outside in front of the house. Pops allowed them to use his car for the night, so Mordecai went to the kitchen to grab the keys and joined Rigby outside. Mordecai got in the driver's side, Rigby in the passenger. Mordecai didn't object. As they pulled off of the park grounds towards Margaret's house to meet their appropriate dates. They couldn't stop thinking of the wrestling incident. Mordecai stared ahead at the road but his mind drifted back to several minutes ago, when he had Rigby pinned to the floor.

He didn't object. He didn't even seem fazed. Maybe he just surrendered and I'm just thinking too much. Rigby isn't gay, he's going on a date with Eileen. Though I have a feeling in my chest, like I should have done something. Should I have gotten off of him sooner to avoid that? Or maybe, should I have… kissed him?

He thought of the feeling of Rigby's small yet petite lips on his own, while Rigby looked out the passenger side window lost in his own thoughts.

I should have kissed him, or confessed my feelings, or something. But what if he doesn't feel the same way, it'd ruin our friendship. I must be imagining things. He's going on a date with Margaret, why would he feel affectionately towards me? Although, he was very hesitant to get off of me… Nevermind, just imagining things again.

As they pulled up to Margaret's house, they saw her standing outside with Eileen waiting for them.

"I almost thought you wouldn't show up, Mordy." She said jokingly.

Rigby kept his mouth shut at her comment

Don't call him Mordy.

"Nah, we just…" Mordecai paused and thought about what to say next. "…Got held up" He finished. "Hop on in."

As the females made their way to the car, Rigby started to unbuckle and get out of the passenger seat. He figured Mordecai would wanna sit in the front with Margaret anyways. Mordecai noticed this and felt the urge to stop him, but the thought was shooed away when he got out, and Margaret sat down beside him, and Rigby and Eileen piled into the back.

They drove to the movie theatres, Margaret talking about work to Mordecai as Eileen babbled on about astronomy to Rigby. He instead zoned out and used this time to think to himself some more.

Why can't she be quiet for once around me. Can't she take the hint I'm not into her? I wonder how Mordy's doing up front. Probably fine I'd assume. He's with the girl of his dreams on his way to a movie date. Why wouldn't he enjoy it?

Mordecai was NOT enjoying it so far. Margaret kept rambling on about work the entire drive, and he became uninterested to the point where he zoned her out and frequented more on checking on Rigby through the rearview mirror.

Maybe it's the first date where she does all the talking, because I can't do this too much. Rigby seems to be enjoying it so far. But he seems to be lost in thought, I wonder what about.

Rigby checked to see if Eileen was paying attention. She was staring out the window still giving a lecture on The Big Bang Theory. He slipped out the napkin note from earlier that day and stared thoughtfully at it. His fantasies roamed his mind as he lost attention to the outside world. Mordecai looked back at him to see him looking at a napkin, though he couldn't see why he was.

What is he staring at? He kept staring at it earlier throughout the day, so it must have some significance to him. There must be something on the napkin, and I wanna know what.

As they pulled up to the theatre, everyone piled out of the car except Rigby, who still hadn't noticed until Mordecai brought him back to reality.

"Dude we're here. But take your sweet-ass time getting out of the car. We can wait" Mordecai said sarcastically.

Rigby jumped in his seat and noticed where they were. He climbed out of the car and followed everyone else through the front doors. As they passed the snack bar, Eileen spoke up.

"Oh wait, I forgot my wallet in the car, I wanted to get snacks for everyone while we're here"

Mordecai handed her they keys to the car.

"Alright but hurry up. We don't wanna miss getting good seats" He replied.

As she hurried off to where they parked the car, she unlocked it and reached around in the back to find her wallet.

"Ah-ha! Here we go. Now time to…" She stopped, staring at the folded up napkin that sat where Rigby sat on the drive here.

It's that napkin he kept staring at on the way here. Maybe he won't mind me taking a quick peek at it.

She cautiously grabbed it and unfolded it slowly, making sure not to rip the thin material. She gasped as she noticed the drawing enscribed on it. As she sat there contemplating about it, she figured it out in her head.

Why does Rigby have a heart drawing with 'M+R' in the middle? The R obviously stands for Rigby, but who is the M? I don't think he knows any girls with their names beginning with an M, and it surely can't be Margaret. They don't like each other very much. Plus she's on a date now with…

Mordecai…

She stood there as she figured out that her love interest was in love with his best friend, and has been keeping it secret from him, as he goes on a date with someone he hates.

I know his deep secret now. Rigby's gay.