Author's Note: OK, this chapter jumps about a month from the previous chapter, just so you don't get confused.
"Man," Rigby said walking into the house, after finishing the chores for the day, "I'm so glad I finally got over that cold."
"Well," Mordecai started, "that's your fault for kissing Eileen when she was sick."
"SHUT UP!" Rigby punched Mordecai, who didn't even blink.
"Heh heh," Mordecai chuckled, "looks like you still can't punch."
"STOP TALKING! You know what? I gonna beat you so badly in video games you'll feel it in real life!"
"I doubt it." They sat down on the couch and played video game for about an hour.
"OOOOOOHHHHH! TEN IN A ROOOOOWWWW!" Mordecai yelled, repeating what he said when he and Rigby found the old school arcade games.
"Whatever," Rigby rolled his eyes, "I think the controller I keep using is broken."
"Yeah, yeah, complain all you want." Rigby was about to yell, but Margaret walked in through the door. "Hey Margaret," Mordecai and Rigby greeted at the same time.
"Hey Rigby, hey babe," Margaret waved, then yawned, "I think I'm gonna take a nap."
"See ya/alright then," Margaret walked upstairs.
"Wanna watch the Walking Dead?" Rigby asked, turning of the console.
"Okay, but you really are behind. Aren't you at like, the end of season two?" Mordecai asked.
"Yeah but you don't mind re-watching a little do you?"
"Nah, it's a good show," Mordecai said, putting the disc in, "too bad they didn't make a VHS version, right?"
"Yeah, it sucked that we had to save up for a DVD player," Rigby agreed.
"What the hell?!" Rigby yelled, "Why did Dale have to die? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to spoil it for you," Mordecai replied. "Well, it's almost dinner time, Imma go wake Margaret up." Right when Mordecai stood up, he saw Margaret walking down the stairs. "Oh hey, I was just about to wake you up for dinner."
"Well," Margaret rubbed her eyes, "I'm up. What's for dinner?"
"We got a frozen pizza in the fridge, if that's okay."
"Sounds delicious!" The three of them ate the whole pizza in about an hour.
"That was (burp) delicious." Rigby rubbed his stomach. "I think I'm about to go into food coma." Rigby walked upstairs and laid down on his trampoline. Mordecai stood up.
"I'm gonna go watch TV." He walked over to the living room to be followed by Margaret. They sat down on the couch. After a while, Margaret stood up.
"Well, I'm going to bed, are you coming?"
"No, I think I'll stay down here for a bit."
"Okay then, see you in the morning."
"Goodnight." Mordecai watched TV for another hour. Eh, he thought, I don't feel like going to bed right now. He watched TV for another hour, and another hour, and another. Eventually, his vision got a little blurry, and his eyelids started to feel heavy. He looked at the clock. 2 o'clock?! He stood up and walked up the stairs, tripping over his own feet a couple times of course because he was so tired. He opened the door to the room and felt around in the dark, not wanting to wake anyone up. He felt some blankets and got under the covers. Huh, it's surprisingly warm?, he fell asleep within the next 10 seconds.
THAT MORNING
Margaret was the first to open her eyes, only to see nothing but blue feathers. Huh? She sat up a little, to see Mordecai sound asleep. Margaret blushed, realizing that they had slept in the same bed last night. She was surprised to see how close they were, legs intertwined and everything. Her movement woke Mordecai up. He looked up.
"Oh hey Margaret... wait. Whaa ow!" He fell off the bed. "U-uh I-i'm sorry. I uh came to bed late and d-didn't realize that this was your bed." He blushed almost as red as Margaret's feathers. "I-i am gonna go downstairs." Margaret was still sitting there, beak parted, until she realized that Rigby's trampoline was empty.
Oh no, she thought. Mordecai walked downstairs to see Rigby smiling the most devious grin ever.
"Hello... Mordecai." Mordecai raised an eyebrow.
"Uhhh, hi Rigby?"
"As you can see, I have woken up before you, Mordecai."
"Yeah, so- wait... Rigby, what do you have behind your back?" Rigby's grinned even wider.
"Oh nothing, just a little picture."
"Of?" Mordecai took a step forward.
"Maybe, just, you and Margaret sleeping in the same bed together! OOOOOOHHHHH!"
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Mordecai jumped over the couch. Rigby ran to the other side of the room. "Give me, your phone, NOW!"
"NEVER!" Rigby ran outside the house. Mordecai chased after him. Even though Rigby ran on all fours, Mordecai still had longer legs and tackled him. "OW! OK OK! Fine! Take the damn phone!" Rigby threw his phone at Mordecai. Mordecai looked at the picture. Mordecai was holding Margaret in his arms, and his eyebrows were knitted. Mordecai smiled a little at the picture.
"Well?!" Rigby threw Mordecai out of his trance. "Are you deleting it or what?"
"U-uh yeah," Mordecai quickly sent the picture to his phone before deleting it, "dammit Rigby, uh don't do that again. Gosh." Mordecai walked away, trying to hide his smile.
Margaret smiled, seeing the entire chase from the window. However, she did feel bad for making Mordecai freak out like that.
I'll talk to him later about it later, she thought, and why am I thinking to myself a lot lately?
Mordecai walked in to see Margaret watching TV on the couch. He tried to walk past her without being noticed, but wasn't successful. "Hey Mordecai?" Margaret said without turning her head.
"Y-yes?" he replied nervously.
"Why don't you come and sit next to me on the couch." Mordecai sat next to her, still extremely tense. "Relax," she said, "I'm not mad about this morning."
"Look," Mordecai started, "I didn't mean to. It was two in the morning an-"
"Stop," Margaret held up her hand, "I am the one trying to apologize, here."
"For what?" Mordecai asked.
"I didn't mean to have that look on my face and freak you out. It was just... a surprising morning." Mordecai relaxed a little.
"But, we've only been dating for a month, and I didn't want to ruin it. It just seemed that I messed up too badly when I saw the look on your face."
"And that's why I'm apologizing. You didn't mess up badly enough that it would ruin our relationship." She kissed him on the cheek. "Better?" She asked. Mordecai kept looking down.
"I guess." he mumbled.
"Haha you're such a pouter." She punched him in the arm, remembering the night they went to the abandoned zoo.
"Do you want to see the picture?" Mordecai asked.
"What picture?"
"The one that Rigby took this morning."
"Sure!" Mordecai showed her the picture. Margaret awed, then laughed at Mordecai's face. "You look angry when you're sleeping." She chuckled. Mordecai lightly pushed her.
"I do not!" he protested.
"Yes you do! Look at your eyebrows."
"...OK I guess I do."
LATER THAT NIGHT
Rigby yawned.
"Man," he shook his head, "I've been going to sleep early ever since that cold."
"Well," Mordecai looked at the clock, "it's not that early, in fact I think we should all start heading upstairs." The three of the walked up the stairs and walked into the room. Rigby fell on his trampoline and Mordecai laid down on his floor mattress, and Margaret got into Mordecai's bed.
"Goodnight," Mordecai said as he turned out the light.
"Goodnight/night."
Margaret had trouble sleeping. She kept tossing and turning for hours. How can I be so cold if it's the middle of summer? She thought, and why am I thinking to myself again? She looked over to her left, to see Mordecai on his floor mattress. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around immediately due to him not being able to sleep either.
"Mordecai?" she whispered.
"What's wrong?" he asked, a little worried that Margaret was awake at this hour.
"I'm cold. Can you come up onto the bed with me?" Mordecai was too tired to process what Margaret had just asked.
"Of course," Mordecai got up and got under the blankets with Margaret. Both of them felt surprisingly warmer and fell asleep right away.
Rigby woke up first the next morning and saw the two lovebirds sleeping in the same bed again.
I think I'll leave them alone this time, Rigby got up and carefully closed the door. He turned around to see Benson standing right there. "Ah! Benson you scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry Rigby, but you and Mordecai have chores today. Not too many because not too many people came to the park yesterday for some reason so yeah." Benson gave Rigby a list of chores. "Now I want them all done before I get back."
"Where are you going?" Rigby asked.
"I'm having breakfast with Audrey today."
"Oh ok, well, see you then."
Muscle Man got out of his trailer to see Benson walking towards him.
"Hey boss," Muscle Man greeted.
"Hey, Muscle Man, I need you to watch the park while I'm gone because Skips is on vacation."
"Where are you going?" Muscle Man repeated Rigby's question.
"Breakfast with Audrey."
"OK then, see ya Benson," Wow, Muscle Man thought, the two losers get their girls and Benson's getting married? I gotta catch up fast bro. I gotta talk to Starla.
Author's Note: Ooooooo, Muscle Man's thinking something! Mordecai and Margaret are sleeping in the same bed now, Woot! Rigby got that cold from Eileen haha. Let me know if you think if the characters are thinking to themselves too much. Don't forget to review! (I do read them.) Anyway Peace Out!