Chapter 4:

The next day was just as hot as the last, and the groundskeepers of the Park were pissed to say the least.

"Ugh, this suuucks!" whined Rigby. "Can't we just go inside already?" Lying under a shaded tree, the Raccoon closed his eyes and leaned back against the cool bark.

"Rigby!" Mordecai scolded. "We've been out here for like, 10 minutes! Come help me rake these leaves before Benson catches you slacking."

"Whatever dude, I'm out of here."

Watching his friend pick himself up and head for the house, Mordecai sighed and returned to his job.

Back inside the house, Rigby sat on the couch and turned on the game system. "D-d-d-d-d-d-Dig champs!" the monitor blared. Settling in to the middle cushion, he picked up a controller and began to play.

After about an hour of failure, the Raccoon threw his controller angrily. "Man this stinks! This game is too hard to play alone!" thinking, he decided to text Eileen. After all, she was practically a pro at Dig Champs. Pulling out his cell phone, he began to type.

R-Hey Eileen. Need your help on Dig Champs.

E-Sorry Rigby, I can't talk right now, I'm busy.

Busy? Rigby thought incredulously. When is she ever too busy to help me?

R-Busy doing what?

E-I'm at the movies with Don. Talk later, bye

Rigby let the phone slip from his fingers onto the carpet below him. They're dating?

"Rigby!" Mordecai called from downstairs, "Where the H are you?"

Ignoring his friend, Rigby nestled into his clothes pile, tearstained eyes clenched shut. Suddenly the door to their bedroom slammed open, and Mordecai's impatient voice could be heard.

"Dude, not again! Come on, I thought we talked about this yesterday?"

"They're dating, dude."

Sensing the grief in his words, the Bluejay sighed, sitting down next to Rigby on his trampoline. "I know it sucks dude, but it'll get better! Come on, its game night tonight. Lets go downstairs."

Sniffling, the Raccoon sat himself up and followed Mordecai downstairs.

"Took you two long enough," said Benson as the two entered the living room. Noticing Rigby's disheveled fur, the gumball machine spoke up. "Rigby, are you okay? You look like hell."

"I'm fine," he grumbled curtly, "lets just get this over with." Looking around, he noticed Don, sitting in the corner with Eileen on his lap. "What's he doing here?" Rigby questioned, motioning to his younger brother.

"He is an employee of the park, and as such he's invited to game night," Benson answered impatiently.

"Hey Rigby," Eileen greeted, unaware of the tension between Rigby and Don.

"Yeah, hey." Sitting down next to Mordecai and Muscleman, the six plus Pops, Skips, Thomas and High Five Ghost set up the game board to play scrabble. As the night went on, Rigby became more and more aware of Don's hand, slowly creeping up Eileen's legs and finally coming to rest at her waist.

"That's it," the smaller raccoon said suddenly, "I'm outta here." Scurrying up the stairs, he stopped only once to glance at Eileen's face, confusion etched across it.

"Is he okay?" she asked Mordecai.

"He's fine," the bird lied, "just, umm… sick. Yeah, sick is all."

Unconvinced, the tiny Mole left the room and ascended the stairs after him. "Rigby?" she asked, peering through the half cracked doorway to find him sitting on his bed. "Are you okay? Mordecai said you were feeling sick."

"Eileen!" he jumped, scattering dirty clothing across the large bedroom. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Sorry, I just came to see if you were okay." The Mole walked over to Rigby's trampoline, timidly seating herself beside the Raccoon. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Of course, just umm… not feeling well." Eyes on her worry-strewn face, Rigby sighed, guilt filling him for distressing her. I'm such an ass, he thought bitterly. "Eileen, are you happy…you know, with Don?"

"Of course I am," she replied, taken aback by Rigby's random question. "Don's a really nice guy." Completely oblivious to Rigby's sullen demeanor, the Mole sighed contentedly, thinking of her new suitor.

"Just… be careful, okay?"

"Careful?" snapping out of her trance, Eileen furrowed her brow in confusion. What do you mean?"

Should I tell her? He thought. No, I cant. Look at her, she's happy with him. But what if- no. She'll be okay. It won't happen again.

"Forget it. Come on, let's go back downstairs, I feel better now anyway."

Finally done! Its still pretty short, and WAY overdue, but it's here now. I'm still pretty unsure of this story, and I'm thinking of scrapping it. There's something about it that just isn't working anymore. Please tell me what you think, your opinions are pretty much the only ones that matter ^_^ x