A sigh escaped as she look up, the bathroom light still on. "Oh, hey Fives. I didn't think anyone else was up." She looked around, then back at the pale boy and nodded in the direction of the stairs, knowing he wouldn't want the conversation to end so soon. As she walked, she heard his light footsteps echoing behind hers. He was a quiet guy. she still couldn't figure out why they called him Fives. Before, she heard Muscle Man call him Hi Five Ghost.
Maybe that was because he's pale?

"So, what are uh.. you doing up?" He asked, seeming nervous. His eyes were still half-closed from the light in the kitchen and he was rubbing his left arm. Part of the time his gaze was on her, the other half, he kept it to the floor. "Just can't sleep. You should head back to bed, you can still catch a couple hours sleep. I'm making some coffee, so I won't be going back anytime soon." Abagail smiled sweetly and swore she saw the blush coming onto his pale cheeks. "No! I mean, I'm good. Haha..." It was starting to get awkward.
Sighing, she opened her eyes widely, now becoming two shades darker. His own became very dark as his face blanked. "Go back to your room. You never saw me awake." A simple statement, but it was fallowed. When a door was heard in the silence shutting softly, she released the trance. Now sitting alone, she prepared the coffee pot. That nightmare... Mordecai, Pops, Rigby, Skips, Benson, Fives, Mitch...
They would all have to find out somehow. At some point it would come out. They were all in danger. So much danger with her there... It would be better for everyone if she left. If she left, they'd forget about her in no time. It's not as if...
The water stopped dripping in the coffee pot, and she slowly stood. Her mind was not about her as she put five spoonfuls of sugar in and made her coffee very light. Sitting at the table, she sipped it. The warmth traveled down all the way to her stomach. It ached. Coming to the realization she could not stay, she rose slowly, planning to come back and enjoy her last time here, she left her mug of coffee. The trip up the stairs seemed so long...

It was nearly nine when Benson was heard early. "Dude.. what is he on about now?" Mordecai wondered aloud. "YOU ARE ALL SO IRRESPONSIBLE CAN'T DO A GOD DAMN THING! WHERE ARE THOSE TWO SLACKERS?!" Hearing the angry footsteps, Mordecai rose from the bed as if it had been set on fire to make it appear as if he hadn't only woken up. Rigby stayed sleeping on his trampoline when Benson opened the door. "YOU TWO ARE SO DEAD!" Rigby shot up. "Wha- huh? Awh, man. We haven't even woken up yet, Benson!" His face became red. "Look, I know it was you two who got up this morning and kept a coffee pot and a mug out!"
Confusion took over Mordecai and Rigby's face. "Benson, we-" Mordecai started, raising his arms a little, until a small female voice interrupted him and he froze. "Uhm.. Benson..." Abagail rounded the corner slowly, seeming more unsure of herself than she had in a long time.
Abagail was up-straight and overpowering since the day she got out of her wheelchair. If Mordecai were to wake up to take a leak, he's seen her jogging in the rising sun. She kept to herself, and when he'd come in at night after late chores, she'd be on the roof. Whether it would be rain or clear, she'd be up there, looking out or at the sky. When she spoke, her voice was plain. Her eyes held a hidden sadness. Mordecai had to admit, since she came, Morgaret had been in his mind less and less lately. She was beautiful, captivating even. The way she would light up around him made his stomach go into knotts.
He snapped out of it as Benson turned to speak to her. He was actually nice to her...
"Abagail. I'm sorry. Did I wake you? Well blame THESE GUYS." She raised her hand and put it on his shoulder. "No, I uh... it was me. I woke up from a bad dream earlier and I wanted to make some coffee. When I was done I wanted to get a shower. I went to go get some clothes and must've fallen asleep. I was already a little awake when I'd heard you yelling. I'm sorry. I really meant to clean it up.. I've been so distracted and.. and.. I had a really hard time and I don't know... I'm sorry..."
Tears built in her eyes, and she ran out. Benson held out one of his thin arms to stop her, but she got away to quickly. Benson sighed and turned back to them, his gaze to the floor looking sorrowful at first, but soon they rose and had their same harsh demeanor "Mordecai, Skips isn't here, so you'll have to go talk to her. Don't argue. You have a better way of calming people down." Mordecai nodded and made his way down the stairs and out the door toward the small pond.
"Abagail?" Her shoulders were shaking, and she was muttering what sounded like "I knew it, I knew it," under her breath. He took a few more steps toward her. "Abagail, talk to me..." As soon as he sat down, she was on him. She slung her arms around his shoulders and put her face lightly into his chest. Oddly, he didn't mind. He put an arm around her back, letting her cry. It wasen't as if she'd be doing any harm. He rubbed her back in attempts to comfort her and tried to get her to speak. "Please, just tell me what's wrong. I hate seeing my friends upset..." In that moment, she pushed him off and sat up, wiping remaining tears from her eyes. "I can't.. t-tell you..." He could tell she was trying to keep herself together but struggled.
"Of course you can tell me! I mean... I thought you were close to me..." His voice unwillingly took a disappointed drop. "Mordecai, I trust you more than anyone else... But I-.." She huffed. "If you want to know, then you'll have to meet me back here tonight." He'd be willing to do anything at this point to heel that desperate aching in his chest to help her, to know why she's in so much pain. "Of course, anything Abagail!" She licked her lips a little as if thinking deeply about something. "And, Mordecai..." He turned his head. "Yeah?"

Before he knew what happened, her lips were on his...