So. Um, hey.(: I'm not even going to bother with excuses, none of you care about those.(:

This chapter is a gift for my homie, CybertronianGirl01 (on deviantart dot com), said something about how oblivious Rigby would be. It gave me this idea. Also, she gave me a snow globe, so I owe her. Love ya Panda~! It's gonna be centered on Rigby and Luna, with a few bits of whateverother romance I feel is needed. (You don't even know how weird it feels for me to even type that word. Romance. It's just really weird… in a weird way.)

But I digress-this chapter, in my opinion, is pretty silly. Also, looking over it, it's pathetically short and filler-ish. Hm. But that's okay… I guess? Pfft, it feels like a shitty excuse for a chapter, but bear with me folks; there's more to come! *insert witty s'mores joke here*

Anyway, there's gonna be a whole ton-load of cheese (and ignorance) in this chapter, so get the chips/tortilla shells (and boy-beating mallets, if you're a girl) ready! :D

Enjoy chapter eight~~

Luna fluttered her lashes at the raccoon next to her on the bench, discarding her chocolate bar wrapper in a nearby garbage. Rigby stared at her oddly as he swallowed a bite of his meatball sub. "Got something in your eye, Luna?"

"No, idiot. I'm just waiting for a thank you for getting you a sub."

"Oh."

She closed her eyes and tilted her lips towards him as he leaned closer.

"Thanks for the sub." He grinned in rapture, shoving the rest of the sandwich down his throat. "'s goo'!"

Luna opened her eyes and stared at him. She was gripped with anger and embarrassment. Her hands flexed open of their own accord as she glared at the oblivious male. A loud slap resonated outwards, causing a flock of pigeons to fly off and a passing biker to slam into a pole.

The irate female raccoon scurried off quickly, griping murderously about ignorant men as she did so. Rigby stood bewildered in front of the SubSammich stand, a bright red mark standing out brilliantly on his cheek.

"That's the bitchy-est 'you're welcome' I've ever seen."

Xxxxxx

In the house, Benson and Charlotte sat on the couch, bored out of their wits. Channels changed after only seconds of attention on them. Open books lay strewn along the table in front of them, already read and not interesting at the time. There was absolutely nothing to read, no work for that day… and not a DAMN THING ON TV.

Benson sat up against the side, one hand holding the remote, the other holding his head up. Charlotte sprawled on her back sideways across two cushions, feet hanging off the arm of the couch and head flat on the middle cushion. She poked Benson's leg and told him to pick a channel and stick with it.

"Well, fuck, there's hardly anything on." He grumbled. She stared blankly at the ceiling, continuing to tap his leg and repeated herself. He rolled his eyes at her childish behavior. "What's…? Okay, how about watching American I-"

"There's really no point in watching it anymore. It's just... gosh I don't even know how to explain it. The original seasons were..." Charlotte's hands waved in the air as her mind searched. She clapped, suddenly finding it. "Well-rounded! It was like life- good, bad, and neutral. Simon represented the rude and demeaning aspects. Paula was the cheery, happy moments. Randy stood for everything normal, average, regular... With Simon gone and Paula too... the other judges are just too bleh. Nothing's wrong with being regular of course, but it's a better program if intensity of both kinds is involved with the normality thrown haphazardly in the mix."

He gave her a dry stare as she finished. "...Igloos. I was going to say American Igloos."

"Oh." Her cheeks coloured. "Uh, sure."

Benson chuckled to himself as he clicked the channel. She rolled her legs off the seat and sat back up, scooting nonchalantly closer to him. Her stomach fluttered as she leaned herself against his shoulder. Psh, we're friends... no big deal, right?

He felt her rest against him, getting comfortable. And it was comfortable; she was pretty warm and soft… He felt a blush coming on. Maybe I could—his nervous stomach begged to differ. Trying to ignore it, he focused on the television.

"Marco… no, don't leave me!" The woman on TV, dressed in eskimo-wear, was pulling on another person decked out in similar clothing. He had a suitcase in one hand and was stepping into a helicopter.

"I must Mikela! My love, come with me." He pulled of his hood, then hers, before they kissed passionately.

The two on the couch froze. Their gazes lifted up to look at each other and their eyes met. Charlotte's brain was momentarily flustered. Benson's mouth went dry as he found himself unable to look away. Suddenly, the mood was broken when a slam was heard from the front door.

The human girl squeaked and fell off the couch as the gumball machine jumped slightly. His face was a bright red as he lifted himself from his seat, mumbled something to Charlotte on the floor and left. Why is this kind of stuff so weird with me? He thought as he stalked off.

Meanwhile, on the floor, Charlotte rested on her elbows. She blew a lock of burgundy hair from her face, staring grumpily at the floor. Nothing else to do now… Why is this kind of stuff so awkward with me? She made a face as she dragged herself to the kitchen.

"God damn ragga-fragga!" Luna growled, angrily pouring a bowl of cereal sans the milk.

"Luna, I'm shocked." Charlotte gasped half-heartedly, taking a seat next to her friend. "Such language."

"Shut up ya prissy poof. Plus you yell that every time you lose a book or something."

"True. What's eatin' you girly?"

Luna shrugged as she shoveled cocoa puffs into her mouth. "Nu'in'."

The burgundy-haired human chuckled and shook her head. "Okay, you don't want to talk about it."

"Naw. You know us; even if we tried we'd just sit there shitting giggles."

"Quite true, my sistah. Quite."

"But anyway…" Luna took one last spoonful of her dry cereal. "Let's go do something. How about going to that empty lot and collecting glass bottles and pitching them at a wall until they break?"

Charlotte smiled and nodded. After the cereal was put away, the girls raced out, shoving each other out of the way to get there first.

Xxxxxx

"Dude, the fuck?" Mordecai laughed in his chair at the Coffee Shop. "Look at your face!"

Rigby smacked the wing that pointed out his cheek. "Luna slapped me!"

The blue jay inspected it. "Yep. A good one too. What did you do?"

"What did I do? I was eating a sub that she bought, she wanted a thank you, and so I said thank you and she slapped me!"

Mordecai held a blank stare. He dipped his head forward and rolled his wrist, waiting for more. The raccoon gave a droll look before he stuck his tongue out. Mordecai punched Rigby's shoulder and raised a brow.

"Nothing, jeez! I was actually nice!"

"Due, you're fucking stupid."

"Why is Rigby stupid this time?" A purple partridge slid into the seat beside Mordecai, giving him a peck (pun intended) on the cheek.

He gave Vayda a saucy wink before answering. "He's oblivious."

Rigby rolled his eyes and went through the story again. He was even more pissed off after having to explain it again, close to throwing his cup of coffee at the wall. His anger only grew as Vayda started laughing.

"You're not even… what… with the panda hat!" She sucked in a breath of air and suddenly became serious. "Anyway. Me and Birdo here got something to do."

"And what is that?" Rigby made a face.

"We're going to go watch foxes and then throw shards of ice at hunters hunting them."

"Animal freak, huh?"

"No, fox freak. There is a difference." Vayda stood up and wound her wing with a laughing Mordecai's. A nod to Rigby, and she pulled her boyfriend out of the shop. Mordecai called out something about 'making a move', but Rigby didn't quite catch it.

"What's 'taking a groove'?"

Xxxxxx

Much later that day, Luna and Charlotte walked through the door of the house. They were soaking wet and laughing hysterically

"No, no, the best part was when Jake tried to hang upside down off the pole and DROPPED on his ASS!"

"But what about when you tried to balance across the tree limb and fell into the lake?" Luna shoved her friend.

"Or what about when Meg pushed you in?"

"Touché."

The giggling girls nearly fell over their selves, recounting their visit to the lake after security guards chased them out of the empty lot. Luna grabbed a towel from the kitchen and dried herself off.

"Dern, if only it were that easy for me…" Charlotte spoke wistfully. Luna laughed and threw the towel in her face. "Yuck!"

"You guys, Normal Program is gonna be on soon!" Mordecai's voice called from the living room. They turned to see the blue jay on the couch with Rigby and Pops.

Luna rolled her eyes and smiled as Charlotte started up the stairs. "Tell them I gotta change. And don't forget what I said; he's an idiot, Lu. Give it some time."

The female raccoon gave a small, frustrated sigh as her best friends words from earlier were repeated. She decided to listen and headed to the couch, hopping over it and lading between Rigby and Pops. She felt Rigby cower slightly beside her and chuckled evilly. Luna looked at him and sent him a wide grin.

"Don't worry," she whispered to him. "I'm not going to slap you… right now."

A few minutes later and they were joined by Benson, who sat in front of the couch on the ground. Right behind him was Charlotte. She was dry now, and in her pajamas—a Rainbow dash graphic tee and a pair of baggy blue pants. She sat next to Benson, giving him an awkward but friendly smile that he returned, and leaned against Luna's legs.

"Oh, friends! It's starting~" Pops giggled in the way only he could as Normal Program began.

The six watched together, laughing along. Two of them had advice to follow, two of them had moves to make, one of them already had a girlfriend, and the last one… Well, he thought the program was a jolly good show..

And thus ends my gift to my Panda(: It kind of sucks… please don't, um, shoot me or anything… There's no action, no adventure, it's purely fluff…Lame ass, sorry excuse for work... ._. The next one will be uploaded in a few days.

Thanks, don't forget to R&R! :)

This is Miss Awesome, signing off~