A/N: I'm ready to continue this story. It's likely not going to last much longer. Maybe like 5 to 10 chapters or so. And while I do like writing this story, it clears up a lot more time for me to write my other stories, and it makes it all the more easier. I may start another one, but I'm unsure whether I want to post it or not. No, it is not a Regular show fic. It belongs in another plot. Anyway, lets continue!

Mordecai sighed and rubbed his temples. He can't believe Cupid out of all people helped him with his love life. That was seriously messing with his head. The simple fact that he still loved Margaret made him feel a little pathetic. Even after all of this time, he still didn't let go of her.

But it wasn't the only thing he was feeling. He also felt fear for having to deal with Stacey, which the scenario played in his head over and over and over again with neither of the results being good.

The other was a strangely opened feeling of desire for Margaret. It was as if suddenly a light was cut on in that dark and hollow head of his. To him, it was scary how fast his feeling changed.

Mordecai walked back in the house and sat on the couch with a subdued motion. Rigby was focused on the TV and barely acknowledged Mordecai's presence because he was too engrossed in the show of Carter and Briggs, but when he looked around and saw the expression on Mordecai's face, he waved a hand in front of Mordecai's face, but Mordecai gave no obvious signs of noticing.

"Mordecai?" Rigby asked. "Mordecai?"

Mordecai gave no response until Rigby slapped him. Mordecai reacted by punching him in the arm.

"Owwww! What the heck?" Rigby asked.

"You're the one who slapped me," Mordecai said grumpily.

"That's because your head's in the clouds more than those giant babies. And they live in space somewhere," Rigby said, gesturing his arms out.

"That doesn't make sense," Mordecai said.

"You sort of get what I'm saying. Anyway, what's up with you?" Rigby asked.

Mordecai blinked rapidly before responding.

"I met Cupid," Mordecai said in a subdued voice. Rigby looked at Mordecai strangely.

"What?" Rigby said with a confused expression.

"The guy Skips said was going to help me with my problem. It was Cupid," Mordecai said, stressing the word.

"Seriously? Is he like we all think he is, or is it another Santa Claus situation?" Rigby asked.

"Santa Claus situation," Mordecai said. "The only thing they got right were the arrows, but there are no hearts on it. Said they make him barf," Mordecai said, making Rigby snort.

"They would make me barf too. So, you know who you like more?" Rigby asked, making Mordecai nod. "Finally. Who was it?"

"I don't want to say," Mordecai said, his voice subdued.

"Why?!" Rigby exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

"Because then I'll have to admit you were right," Mordecai said.

"I was... Margaret?! Hah! Told you! In your face!" Rigby said, pointing at Mordecai.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The problem is Stacey," Mordecai said, making Rigby blow a raspberry.

"Just dump her," Rigby said bluntly. Mordecai punched Rigby's arm for that comment, and Rigby rubbed his sore arm.

"I'm not like you. I don't do things like that. This makes me regret setting up the date in the first place," Mordecai said.

"I told you doing that was dumb. You only have one option that won't make this end in a complete disaster," Rigby said.

"What's that?" Mordecai asked.

"Be painfully truthful," Rigby said bluntly.

Mordecai winced. 'Yeah, I can't go out with you because I'm in love with another woman!' Yeah, that'll go over well..." he thought with a roll of his eyes.

Rigby must've known what was going through his mind, because he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, it's the only non-douche option I have for you. Either do it, or don't," Rigby said.

Mordecai sighed. Unfortunately, it was really was the only option he had. He was going to have to do it.

Eileen finally finished wiping off the counters after the evening rush. Her injuries were very minor, and she decided on going back to work. She figured it would take her mind off things.

Her break was in a minute, and Margaret was going to pick her up. She couldn't help but worry that Mordecai was doing a lot worse off than he really was. Maybe it was just paranoia.

Margaret walked inside and she took a long look around the place.

"Man, I don't miss the mornings and nights here," Margaret said with a smile. Eileen turned around and faced her friend.

"Yeah, the days here are still terrible," Eileen said with a painful expression. "Especially... recently."

Margaret's smile disappeared quickly after that sentence. The hospital memory was still too fresh in her mind. It wasn't an event she would care to repeat.

"Yeah. But still, there were good memories here. Plenty of good ones," Margaret said with a wistful sigh.

"Mordecai and Rigby rapping, us working when it's quiet, things like that?" Eileen asked.

"Exactly like that. Things seemed much simpler back then," Margaret said.

"That they did. That they did. Anyway, you ready to go?" Eileen asked.

"Someone's coming along with us, if that's cool?" Margaret said.

"Sure. Who is it?" Eileen asked.

"Come on in," Margaret said, sticking her head outside for a brief moment.

In walked a man wearing a high collared white shirt and neat brown hair. He looked like he belonged at one of those high quality golf course. Eileen knew where Margaret was going with this and a few weeks ago she would've supported her. But now that the circumstances have changed somewhat, she didn't really think the same thing anymore. But she would try and be happy for Margaret's sake.

"Del Hanlon. Nice to meet you," he said politely, holding out a friendly hand. Eileen hesitantly shook it.

"Nice to meet you as well. I suppose this is..."

"My boyfriend? Yes," Margaret said quickly to finish Eileen's sentence.

"Well, I saw this coming," Eileen said, before thinking. "Just not this guy..."

"Well, shall we go then?" Del asked.

"Yeah. In a second," Margaret said.

"Where we going?" Eileen asked.

"Cheezers. Only place I could get health nut over here to compromise to go," Margaret said grinning and nudging Del.

"My family has a bad habit of getting diabetes. Forgive me if I want to be very careful," Del said, wrapping an arm around Margaret.

"A good wing or two won't kill you," Margaret said, kissing him on the cheek. "Now come on. I think we've kept Eileen waiting long enough."

"Yeah, you have. I'm resisting the urge to throw up right now," Eileen joked.

"Do it now, because we're eating in a minute and it would be a waste of my money," Del said smirking.

"You buying?" Eileen asked.

"Yes I am. I think the stuff I wear gives me the insinuation of a rich kid," Del joked.

Eileen laughed. Well, at least he wasn't a stuck up douchebag.

"Are you two ready for real?" Margaret asked impatiently.

"Always," Del said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Eileen grimaced. That was going to take some getting used.

A/N: Forgive me, but I kind of got writers block on how to go about this chapter, so that's my bad. Next chapter coming when I can. Hopefully I won't get stuck again.