Sorry for the long wait. But here is chapter 3, ends on a cliffhanger. I will be working on chapter 4 soon and lemons.

"Oh, Mordecai!"

Mordecai suddenly awoke, almost screaming, to find it was morning, and what he just imagined was pure fantasy. 'I can't stop having these dreams. Why? I know that I like him, he's my best friend, but...oh I don't know!' However, Mordecai realised something about these dreams, this dream he just experienced felt more real than the others, why? It was sunny outside and the rays of light made their way through the thin gap in-between the curtains. Maybe some fresh air would distract him. As Mordecai started to get up, he saw a lump under the sheets blocking his way. He looked over to find Rigby absent from his trampoline, where could he be? 'Is he here, in my bed?' Mordecai unveiled the sheets to find the racoon nesting in the warm bed. Mordecai didn't say a word, he just looked at the peaceful fur ball in front of him, kinda close to him for that matter, mere inched away. 'I think he looks kinda cute wrapped up like that...What am I saying? I'm not gay! At least I don't think so. I have a girlfriend, Margret. I don't love Rigby! At least I think...Oh stop it!' Mordecai had to get out of the bed, he wasn't the kind of person who is claustrophobic, he isn't, but being this close to Rigby made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Trying not to wake Rigby, he carefully slid by him. He was almost to the door when Mordecai heard an unfamiliar phrase.

"Good morning, Mordecai. Sleep well?"

Mordecai turned around to see Rigby was half-awake, on his bed. 'You'll have to get used that that Mordecai.' Mordecai almost slapped himself to get his conscience to stop saying these things about him and Rigby. But deep down, he knew what his conscience was saying might actually be...

"Mordecai?"

Mordecai eventually came back to reality, focusing clearly on what was going on.

"Are you ok, Mordecai?"

Previously oblivious to Rigby, Mordecai had noticed that Rigby was at his feet, looking up into his eyes.

"Oh, yea. I'm ok. I think I'm going to get get some breakfast now." Mordecai said in a slow, calm voice. He started to walk out the door and down the stairs.

"Ok then, I'll be down in a few..." is all Mordecai could hear of Rigby as he left the room.

"Oh yes, Rigby!" shouted Mordecai as Rigby grabbed his...

"Whoa! Whoa! Oh jeez." Mordecai said aloud. He needed a distraction, something to clean his mind.

As Mordecai walked into the kitchen, he noticed that the house was empty. He wasn't sure if it was completely empty, Pops sleeps in the top room so he could still be here. But everyone else seems to have gone. 'The whole house to me and Rigby? That'd be awesome! I could throw a party or play a game marathon or invite Margret around or...wait, that's it!' Mordecai's plan unraveled in his head, this would be what would distract him from his dreams. But there was one small detail he needed to check. Luckily, that detail was written on a piece of paper on the fridge. It read:

Mordecai and/or Rigby

Me, Benson and Skips have left town to visit my brother.

You two must look after the house.

Please don't destroy anything while we're away.

We'll be back Monday.

Pops.

Mordecai and Rigby were home alone.

"Alright, it's on." Said Mordecai aloud to his conscience.

"What's on?"

Oblivious to Mordecai, Rigby had walked in and sat down a few seconds ago. Awkward.

"Oh never mind, just thinking aloud." Mordecai followed up his reply with a nervous chuckle. "Oh by the way dude. We got the house to ourselves this weekend!"

"All right! Party! Oooooohhhhhh!" screamed Rigby, waving his arms around.

"All right dude, calm down. Looked like you were having a stroke."

'You'd like a stroke from Rigby, wouldn't you Mordecai.'

"Shut up!" Mordecai shouted while trying to look up at his brain.

"Hey, what the H dude! Don't tell me to shut up."

"I wasn't talking to you, dude."

"Who were you talking to then?"

Mordecai looked around thinking of what to say.

"Uh...the...uh. The trash can!" Mordecai grinned nervously, hoping Rigby would change the subject. However, Rigby just sat there, staring into his eyes, it felt cold.

"Right. So what are we gonna do? Play some games, have some bro time..."

"Actually dude, I was gonna invite Margret over."

Rigby sat motionless with a blank expression on his face. As if he was frozen in time.

"Fine."

Without another word Rigby got up and left the room. 'What is his problem? He's been acting really weird lately.' Mordecai tried to follow Rigby, but he had lost him. In such a big house, he could be anywhere. How could a little racoon get away so quickly. Mordecai tried everywhere, their room, the attic, even the basement and the meat locker. Wherever he looked, Rigby wasn't there. Mordecai was getting desperate now, he didn't want to lose his friend, even through at times he'd wish he wanted to. But he would always help him, take care of him. He was his best friend, his bro, his...

'...soulmate, Mordecai?'

"Don't be stupid conscience, I don't even love Rigby in that way. I love Margret." said Mordecai, who was sure he was alone, where nobody could hear him.

'Are you sure? Think about it.'

Mordecai tried to ignore most of the conversation he was having with his conscience, but it became harder and harder to ignore. It kept pushing and pushing this one fact. But it seemed that last statement was the last he'd hear of him and Rigby, at least he thought it was. Before long, Mordecai had tried looking everywhere for Rigby. Except one. The Coffee Shop. Rigby couldn't possibly be there, but it looks like there was no where else he could be. So with that one thought plastered in his brain, he ran to The Coffee Shop hoping he would find his best friend there.

Mordecai had just left the park when all of a sudden, he stopped. For no reason, he stopped. His mind was in too many places at once, beginning to cloud his vision. What made him suddenly care for Rigby? What was it that was...attracting...him to Rigby? They've been the best of friends for so long, maybe there's a reason why. Mordecai stepped forward, but his legs froze. He couldn't move. It's like everything around him had frozen in time, in fact, it had. Mordecai was confused, well, more than confused, well, much more than more than confused. Trying the best he could to move towards the coffee shop, within sight, it was impossible. Suddenly, a flash of purple light appeared from the coffee shop, almost blinding Mordecai, and throwing him to the ground.

Then, nothing.

All Mordecai could hear was, someone calling his name. He couldn't see who it was.

"Mordecai..."

Blackness still.

"Mordecai..."

Who was calling him? Was that...was that, who he thought it was? He called back with all his energy before passing out.

"Rigby...?"