The sun was well up and almost above the trees before Mordecai came back to the room. I'd been sitting on the bed planning on getting up to play a game of some sort, but I couldn't find the motivation to. I was pretty worn out from having gotten no sleep, and I just wanted to lay in Mordecai's bed all day.

When he did finally show up, he didn't have any gift for me; there was no breakfast in bed, no new game or concert tickets, there was no visible gift for me. I actually found a part of myself wishing for his gift not to be sex, or some other form of physical contact, because I was just so damn tired. Not tired of him, of course, but physically tired.

"Yo," he walked into the room, towel wrapped around his waist. He walked over to find some clean clothes for the workday.

"What took you so long? I've been waiting here forever!" I whined, trying my hardest to make Mordecai feel (slightly) bad for leaving me hanging.

"Dude, chill. Lemme get dressed and I'll talk in a sec," he was still rifling through his clothes, trying to find something clean and acceptable for the weather. I did as he said, and waited patiently. I stared out the window some more, watching the sun creep higher and higher, waiting for it to break the top of the treeline in the distance.

"So, Rigbone," he turned to me, pulling his shirt over his head, giving me one final peek of his abs.

"Don't call me that!" I crossed my arms and looked away from him, trying my hardest not to blush. It was kinda cute of him to call me by a nickname, I guess...

"Anyways, Rigbone," Nice. He completely ignored my request. "Like I said earlier, I have something for you. But first you have to close your eyes."

I did as I was told, and waited patiently. For obvious reasons, I couldn't see what he was doing, much less what he was going to give me. He moved without sound, and for all I know he wasn't moving at all. The only thing that gave him away was the shifting of the mattress and the creak of the springs when he sat on the bed.

"Ok, keep your eyes shut. And don't move." He was silent again, and I couldn't feel the bed shifting under his weight. Now I knew he wasn't moving. After a while, though, he did move. And I could feel his weight shift closer to mine. He moved slowly, moving maybe an inch or two over at a time. But he was soon right next to me, our arms touching.

"You can open them now," he said quietly, with a gentle tone. I looked over at him to see him staring at his feet. He seemed to be examining a hole that was just between his first and second toe on his right foot. "So..."

Was Mordecai nervous?! He can't be. No way! He always plays it cool, except maybe when Margaret's around. I figured I'd try to break the ice for him a little bit, "What's up?"

He switched his gaze back in my general direction, but he still wasn't looking me in the eye. He took a deep breath and finally locked his eyes on mine.

"I... I think," with another deep breath, he broke the news to me. "I think I'm in love with you." He paused for a minute, letting it sink in.

As I opened my mouth to respond, he grabbed me by my shoulders and kissed me. I could feel hot tears running down his face, colliding with mine. He continued to cry as he held me, but he was completely silent. His body didn't move any more than it would have had he not been crying. I sat still, waiting for him to release me, and when he did, he locked his gaze with mine once more.

He sniffed once, and reached up with his sleeve to wipe his face. Had he not been crying on my shoulder mere seconds ago, I wouldn't have been able to tell he had cried at all. "What's wrong, Mordo?" I was concerned, afraid he would tell me something along the lines of: but I love Margaret, too.

"I-I don't know," he turned back to look at his socks again. "But just... Don't tell anybody, okay? I'm not really, I don't know. I'm scared, Rigby. I don't know what of, but I am scared."

"Hey, it's okay, man," I leaned in closer to him, putting an arm around him. He wiped away a few more tears with his sleeve and sniffed a few more times. "Don't be scared, don't be scared. You'll be fine." I murmured comforting words into his ear for a while, until I knew he had stopped crying.

I looked at him, waiting for him to look at me. When he did finally look up, I clearly stated, "I love you too. And that's all that matters."

His lip quivered for a minute before letting out a sob and smiling at the same time. "I think-" he sobbed again, "I was scared-" aaand another sob, "of you n-not-" this time, he sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve before continuing, "of you not loving me back."

I put a hand on his leg and put my head on his shoulder. "Don't you ever worry about that, Mordecai. I'll always love you."

He took my hand on his leg and intertwined his fingers with mine. He gave my hand a squeeze, before taking in one final breath and wiping his face with his free hand.

"I'm... I'm sorry I broke down like that," he said, looking back at the floor. "I was just... Really nervous I guess. Because we've been friends forever, and we've never... Well, we've never really done anything like that before."

I nodded slightly in agreement. "It's okay, I was scared, too."

"No, not of some stupid movie, you doof," he smiled and gave my shoulder a light punch.

"Hey, who said I was scared of a movie?" I frowned, looking up at him. His eyes were crinkled nearly shut because of how wide he was smiling. He leaned down for a quick peck on the lips before giving me his reasoning.

"Dude, you screamed like a baby last night. Don't even tell me you weren't scared of that movie."

"Okay, I may have been a teensy bit scared. But that's not the point! I was trying to say I was scared that you wouldn't love me, too."

He paused before saying anything, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you are always talking about Margaret. I was scared asking to sleep with you last night, and when you grabbed a hold of me, I was even more scared. I was scared something would happen between us, and I'd wind up sulking around for days with a broken heart."

"Are you kidding?" Mordecai was, once again, laughing at me for being honest. "Dude, with everything we've been through, you should know that we'd make up eventually. Not that there'll be anything to make up over, since we both have our facts straight."

"Straight?" I stuck my tongue out at him, hoping he'd catch my joke.

"Ok, fine, you're right. Our facts might be straight but we're more gay that, uh... Well, something that's gay. Like, on a scale of one to gay, I think we qualify as... flaming homosexuals." He paused to clear his throat and used some lame voice to say 'flaming homosexuals.'

Mordecai had me rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off with that comment. He was giggling at his own joke, still sitting on top of the bed. When we finally calmed down, I rolled onto my elbows and looked up at him. "Promise me one thing?"

"What?" He furrowed his brow, having honestly no idea what he was about to promise me.

"Promise me you'll let me sleep with you after we watch scary movies?"

He smirked again, damnit. Not the smirk. He was up to something.

"Only if you can promise to get scared of them every night," he winked at me before making a kissy face and blowing a kiss down to me.

I thought on his statement for a second before coming to the conclusion that, hey, maybe scary movies aren't that bad.

Thank all of you for the encouragement and feedback- I think I'm calling this one quits though. Check out my other stories, soon to come! Filled with all of your Mordecai, Rigby, Margaret, and well, any other Regular Show characters I decide to write about! Keep checking around