Author's Note: OK, some of you have been asking when I'm going to end this story, so the answer is on my profile, but if you're lazy, like me, I'll just tell you now. This story is not ending any time soon. The ending is too far away to be able to tell when it is. However, when I first started this I was only thinking about making it a couple chapter's long, but you guys liked it more than I expected so now I'm gonna make this story pretty long. Anyway, here's the next chapter!
"You're what?!" Rigby exclaimed.
"I'm moving in with Margaret." Mordecai said as he was packing his suitcase.
"Why? You've only been dating for like, what, six months?"
"But we love each other, Rigby. Why can't you just be happy for me?"
"How do you know that?" Rigby crossed his arms.
"Know what?"
"Know that she loves you."
Mordecai glared at him, "What?"
Rigby took a step forward, "I mean, you're probably like, the hundredth guy she's said that to, how can you be sure?"
Mordecai took a step towards him, "You take that back!"
"I mean it. Did you have sex with her? If you did, I'm sure she said it right afterwards."
Mordecai punched Rigby in the face. Rigby fell on the ground with a thud. Mordecai was about to kick him in the head... until;
"AAAAAHHHH!" Mordecai sat up, sweating like crazy. He looked around the room. It was pitch black. His eyes adjusted and he could tell he was in Margaret's room. He felt a hand on his back and jumped and turned around quickly to see Margaret rubbing his back.
"Mordecai? Are you OK?" She asked.
"I... I don't know," Mordecai was still breathing heavily.
"What happened?"
"I-I think I just had a nightmare." He laid back down with Margaret still rubbing his shoulder.
"It's OK. It was just a dream."
"But, it was so real." Mordecai looked at his fist. It looked fine, but he could feel it hurt as if he really punched someone.
"But it wasn't," Margaret said, "just relax."
Mordecai turned to face Margaret, "Margaret?"
"Yes?"
"Do you really love me?"
Margaret looked at him, "Of course I do! What kind of question is that?"
"Well, in my dream, I told Rigby that I was moving in with you and he said that I wasn't the first one to hear those words from you, and that you only said it in the first place because we had sex. Then I punched him in the face, and then I woke up." Mordecai's eyes started to water, "I almost killed him."
"Mordecai," Margaret said, "to tell the truth, you're not the first person I've said that to."
"What?"
"But you are the first person that I have meant it in another way than sex."
"What!?"
"But, I can tell you're different, Mordecai. I know you are. For proof, you're the first person I've dated for longer than two months."
"What?!"
"Stop saying 'what!'" She hit his arm.
"Okay."
"Look, I know it doesn't sound 'legit', but I mean it, Mordecai. I do love you."
Mordecai looked down. "Really?" he mumbled.
"Yes," She kissed him, "now let's go back to bed."
"Margaret?"
"Yes?"
"You're the first girl I've loved." His eyes started to water.
"But you said you've had other girlfriends,"
"Yeah, but even thought I've dated all of them for more than two months," he nudged Margaret, "I've never said 'I love you' to any of them. But I do love you," his voice cracked.
"Mordecai,I-I don't know what to what to say."
"I don't know, maybe 'I love you too' or something?" He said playfully.
"Fine," Margaret giggled, "I love you too. Goodnight diap-"
"Don't. Call me that." Mordecai pointed.
Margaret turned on her side. "Diaper boy," she whispered to herself.
"I heard that!" Margaret snickered.
The park:
Mordecai walked into the room to see Rigby sitting on his trampoline.
"Mordecai! Where have you been?" Rigby jumped up.
"Yeah, um Rigby? I need to tell you something."
"Sure dude what's up?"
"I had a dream last night."
"About what?" Mordecai told him about the dream, leaving out the part where he almost killed Rigby. "Man, what a dream! You know I wouldn't say that, right Mordecai?"
"Yeah, uhh I need to tell you something else."
"What is it?"
"I actually am moving in with Margaret."
Rigby's eyes widened, "WHAT?! ARE YOU STUPID?"
"Look, Rigby I-"
"NO NO YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO OUR BRO-HOOD! WE'RE ONLY 23! WE STILL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO SLACK OFF!"
"NO YOU DON'T!" Benson could hear their argument from downstairs.
"SHUT UP, BENSON!"
"YOU KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT AND I'LL FIRE YOUR ASS!"
"Rigby," Mordecai smiled, "Did I tell you that I totally kicked your ass in my dream?"
Rigby forced the cheesiest smile, "U-uh I'm really happy for your M-mordecai!" Rigby ran out of the room.
"Hmm, hmm," Mordecai crossed his arms. He packed his things and dropped them off at Margaret's.
LATER THAT DAY
While they were raking the leaves, Rigby spoke up.
"Mordecai I'm sorry for lashing out earlier. It just surprised me that's all." Mordecai looked at him.
"It's ok dude, I knew you would freak out, that's why I had the dream. Well, looks like we're all done!" Mordecai took Rigby's rake and put it in the shed. "Wanna play some video games?" Mordecai asked.
"Yeah man!" Even though he was happy to spend some time with his bro, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He heard someone laughing and looked in that direction. Oh, that explains it. He saw Muscle Man sitting on a bench with Starla and laughing.
"Haha! Jokes on you loser!"
"What are you talking about?" Mordecai took a step towards him, but stepped in something. He looked under his foot and saw wet, pink bubble gum. Muscle Man was now laughing hysterically.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Mordecai stormed off. "Ha ha," He turned to Starla, "Are you havin' fun babe?"
"Of course Mitch!"
"Hey babe, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
"Um, I don't have enough money for something nice, but Starla? Do you want to take it to the next level?"
"What do you mean? You've already met my parents? Wait a second, do you mean you want to get married?" Muscle Man gulped.
"...yes."
Starla sighed, "No Mitch."
"What?"
"I don't want to get married right now, but maybe in the future?"
"W-why?"
"Because I don't think we're ready," She kissed him, "But yes in the future."
"Alright! I'll take that!" They started making out.
"That's disgusting," Mordecai said as he was walking into the house.
Later that day, Mordecai looked up at the clock.
"Dude, I gotta go, Margaret just got off work."
"Ugh, fine, I'll see ya tomorrow."
"Bye Rigby." Mordecai got up and left and got into the cart. As he was driving, he saw a dark figure standing by a tree. "What the?" He slammed on the brakes and backed up a little. Nothing was there. "Hmmm..." He kept driving. Thinking it was just the tree's shadow from the light of the park house. When he got to Margaret's he saw her car in the driveway and parked the cart somewhere else. He knocked on the door. Margaret opened the door.
"Hey Mordecai," she led him into the apartment and into the kitchen. "I brought you some stuff from the coffee shop for dinner." She started to take sandwiches out of a bag.
"Aww, you didn't have to do that," Mordecai hugged her.
"Oh yes I did because I don't see you carrying anything to eat." She giggled.
"I could've thrown the frozen mini pizzas in the microwave."
Margaret gasped, "No way those are my mini pizzas!" She started laughing.
They ate dinner then watched some TV on the couch and then went to bed.
Mordecai woke up in the middle of the night to smell something funny. He looked at the doorway to see the dark figure holding a box of matches.
"Have fun," it spoke in a familiar voice then lit a match. The room erupted into flames as the apartment was obliterated. The figure laughed maniacally, unharmed by the fire.
"AHH!" Mordecai squeezed Margaret as tight as he could.
"Ow, Mordecai, let go!" Margaret ordered. Mordecai loosened his grip, realizing that Margaret was OK.
"Sorry," he said, "just another nightmare."
Margaret frowned, "I'm sorry Mordecai, you've been getting a lot of nightmares lately." She ran her fingers through his spikes, "what was it this time?"
"I woke up in the middle of the night to smell... gas? I think, and there was this person that was in our room and he lit a match and the apartment exploded." Mordecai's eyes started to water as he hugged Margaret tightly. "I thought I really lost you."
"It's ok, it was just a dream."
"Right, just a dream." Mordecai repeated.
"Heh heh, keep telling yourself that, Mordecai." The figure spoke, looking through the window, "a 'dream'"
Author's Note: Uh oh creepy person! Who could it be? Rigby wasn't happy about Mordecai moving out, haha. Starla said no kinda of sort of, LOL. Anyway, I wonder if the creeper has anything to do with Mordecai's dreams... or the explosion. Well, don't forget to review or PM. (Always happy to get reviews from you guys!) -DrewT'll be back!