Hey guys, another new chapter here. Pretty sad, but I didn't know how to add a chapter LOL

so I think I reposted chapter 1 again, but it's deleted now…I think.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Comment/review etc. if you want!

Hope you enjoy it! :D


Chapter 2

The next morning began with the two starting off on their jobs. Yet again, the sun was beating down on them; the brilliant yellow shine hit the green grass and reflected the sun's colour onto the two. Little was said between each other, and Rigby was feeling depressed. Even though not much was said that night, it was enough for Rigby to think that Mordecai knew that he liked him, and enough for Mordecai to believe that Rigby liked his one true love, Margaret. Rigby was getting agitated with the silence and he broke the ice and spoke out.

"Hey dude, wanna get a coffee on our break?"

Mordecai kept raking the leaves for a few seconds, thinking about how he was going to reply to the Raccoon's question. His brow furrowed and only a few words came out.

"Why? Why, would you want to go there? It's too hot to get a coffee, unless you want to see somebody?" Mordecai questioned authoritatively with a hint of irritation on each question

"I dunno, you like going there I guess. Look, it was only a question, no need to get angry about it" Rigby's sentence was full of innocence.

"It was a stupid question." The bird retorted. The tone of his voice told Rigby to discontinue the conversation, but the Raccoon kept on.

"Fuck, fine dude. I'm going over there, you can just stay here" Rigby said with anger and frustration due to the fact that he couldn't have a full conversation with his friend.

The Raccoon dropped his rake and walked away from his job.

"Dude, our break isn't for another 2 hours! Get back here!" The bird called out as Rigby's figure inched further and further away and eventually out of his line of sight.

"God dammit, Rigby" The bird murmured, he watched Rigby walk off to the East side of the park towards the city, bustling with cars and people.

The raccoon was pissed off, and he knew one thing that would take his mind off it. Walking away from the park he kicked the leaves that were littered around on the path in a midst of frustration.

Rigby arrived at a block of apartments, they were relatively new, but were already worn down. These apartments had only been built a year or so ago and were already looking like shabby and abandoned. Walking up to the intercom, he studied the different apartments and the names of the people that lived in each apartment. His eyes moved down the list until he met the apartment, which had no name written on the slip of paper. He buzzed on the number 5 apartment and a croaky voice answered.

"Yeah, who is it?" The voice asked

"It's me, Rigby" The Raccoon replied

"Oh hey man! Come in, I'll buzz you through"

A faint buzzing sound came from the electronics and Rigby pushed on the glass door. He made his way up the stairs looking at each of the doors on his way up. His hand glided up the balustrade and he could feel each imperfection in the wood on his paw. He arrived at number five apartment to find that the man was already there, waiting for him at the doorway.

"Just the usual?" The man asked, as though it was a regular routine. In fact it was, the Raccoon had been going up here quite a lot in the past month or so. At least a few times every fortnight.

"Yeah, just the usual" The Raccoon muttered, looking away to the left, still annoyed with the events that had previously occurred

The man wore a white singlet and had blue jeans on, sporting a gold chain across his neck, which had the Christian cross on it. He walked back out to the doorway and gave Rigby a plastic bag, wrapped in tinfoil. The plastic bag was exchanged for a $30 bill and the door was shut.

Rigby unwrapped the tin foil, revealing the plastic bag with marijuana in it. It had already been cut by the dealer, which made the Raccoon's life a lot easier. He scattered the marijuana onto the thin, half opaque rolling paper and he rolled it up, twisting each end gently so that the paper did not tear. He took out his lighter and set one end alight, inhaling a large amount of the joint. He sat at the back of the block of apartments, where he couldn't be seen. He felt at home there, with all the trashcans, dumpsters and amongst other things. He was all alone, and he had felt that way nearly all of his life. The embers glowed as he took each inhale before dying back down to its usual brightness. The rolling paper was burning up and being swept into the air, while the half burnt paper still with embers glowing inside of it hung to the end of the joint by almost by a thread. He tapped the joint and the ash dropped to the ground, spilling and creating a dissolving look as it broke into smaller pieces like dust.

As he took another draw, the effects of the drug started to kick in and Rigby felt more at ease, away from the problems that he had encountered earlier in the day. He started to think about what was going on at the park. Was Mordecai still working? Did he go after him? What if he saw him smoking? Paranoid thoughts were entering his head; the side effects of the joint were not helping at all either. No one at the park knew that he was doing drugs and he knew it would be embarrassing and awkward if he were caught. Rigby picked himself up and walked further down the alleyway to hide himself even more.

Police sirens, children shouting and cars driving by and honking filled the air, creating a busy atmosphere. The Raccoon flicked the joint onto the ground, discarding it and stood on it, smothering the embers that clung to the end of the paper. The Raccoon walked away, taking out a few pieces of gum and stuffing them in his mouth in an attempt to get rid of the smell.

He decided that walking back over to the park would be a good idea; contrary to the fact that Mordecai was pissed off at him. Benson had either realised that he had left or was going to in a few minutes. The usual smell of the park drifted into his nostrils. He came into distance with Mordecai sitting underneath the tree looking intently on his phone. The effects of the joint were still accompanying Rigby and he felt as though he had, had a few drinks. He was light-headed and was trying hard to concentrate at the task at hand, while trying to forget about their little argument. Mordecai heard the Raccoon's soft paws treading on the ground and looked up, with his eyes still partially glued to his phone.

"Dude, what the h? Where were you?"

"Just doing some stuff. Look. It doesn't matter, let's just ge-" The Raccoon was cut off abruptly

"Seriously dude, what the fuck? You can't just take a break whenever you feel like it? Benson's gonna fire you" The blue bird argued

"Back off man, since when do you care about me? You don't even give a shit about me, not since last night. Besides, we always slack off!" The Raccoon growled, with growing anger

"Well why wouldn't I? You know damn well know that I like her, and you think you can just go behind my back and pull this shit?"

The Raccoon was starting to realise that this wasn't about him 'liking' Mordecai. Like everything, it had nothing to do with him. It was always about Margaret. Margaret this, Margaret that. Why couldn't she just fuck off? The drug's potential capabilities set in and Rigby became mixed with emotions that were too strong for him to bottle in. He felt nervous, anxious, angry, and hesitant and many other feelings in that split second.

"Look man, why don't you just fuck off?" Rigby exclaimed with hateful eyes

The Raccoon scampered away towards the house. The bird stood there not knowing whether to go after him, or let him run to the house. Mordecai didn't know that Rigby was on drugs and was unaware of his quickly changing emotions. After some time, Mordecai thought that it would be best to go to the house to see how Rigby was going. As he approached the house, he could hear some yelling and commotion, which was disturbing the park of its quiet atmosphere.

"Rigby, what the hell are you doing?" Benson questioned

The Raccoon was standing there with an old, leather suitcase. Clothes were sticking out the side of the case, and it looked like he had just shoved everything in there and shut it.

"Fuck off, Benson, I'm leaving," the Raccoon replied, spitting his answer with detest. He pushed his way past Benson, who was standing in the doorway of the front door

"Get back here Rigby, or you're fired!"

"Cool! Doesn't even matter you fucking idiot, because I quit!"

The Raccoon walked down the stairs, only to meet another individual. Mordecai stood there, not knowing what to say. The Raccoon looked him straight in the eye and said nothing.

"Wait, dude. Why are you leaving like this? What's gotten into you?" Mordecai pleaded.

The Raccoon was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He knew that if he told his friend, it would be awkward, but if he didn't he'd regret it for the rest of his life. The options weighed up in his head, and he eventually broke down, crying.

"Come on dude, let's go inside," the bird insisted, with a large portion of empathy in his voice

As Mordecai offered a hand to be placed on the Raccoon's shoulder, he ushered him up the stairs towards the house. A silence that could not be ignored filled the air as Rigby sobbed quietly letting out small whines. Benson looked at Mordecai with oddity implying an almost 'What the hell just happened?' kind of look.

Later that day, the commotion had settled down and the duo went into their room to go to bed. Not much was said, besides a simple 'goodnight'. They both lay on their beds, looking up at the ceiling. The bird looked at ceiling with remorse and sorrow, remembering what Rigby had said to him earlier that day. The bird felt depressed and felt like he needed someone to talk to. Most of their meaningful and significant conversations that they had with one another were usually at this time, when they had just gotten into bed.

"Psst, Rigby, you awake?" The Bird whispered

The Raccoon was a little hesitant to reply.

"Yeah, what?"

"Look dude, the stuff I said earlier. I didn't mean it. It's just- the bird admitted. It was true, to an extent, half centered on his sympathy towards Rigby, the other half around truth.

"It's okay man. I know." Rigby replied

There was silence for a few seconds

"Hey Dude, do you.." Mordecai thought about how he was going to ask the question. What it just anger Rigby and start another fight? He didn't want his best friend leaving him, but he just had to know. All this thinking had caused him to lose track of time and realise that the Raccoon was sitting up looking at him blankly.

"Duuude, you there?" Rigby asked

"Oh yeah. So, umm. Look, do you like, uhhh, you know… Margaret?" The bird stumbled like a child in the dark

Rigby sat there with a dumbfounded look in his face. "What? Are you being serious?" Rigby questioned. It was now obvious to Mordecai that he didn't like Margaret. A feeling of relief washed over the bird.

"Well, I don't know… It's just you said that you liked this chick, who was a bird and, well yeah. That's all"

"Nah man, I don't like her"

"Do you like any girls at the moment?" Mordecai asked.

Rigby froze. He didn't know what to say. He never even knew if he had like a girl in his life.

"Nah, not really." The Raccoon replied.

"So what? You were just lying then?" Mordecai sounded let down

"Yeah, I guess so, man"

"Well bro, you better not be gay or something." Mordecai said with a small laugh to compliment his joke.

Rigby replied with a nervous chuckle, hoping that Mordecai was in fact making a light hearted joke and not actually giving a meaningful thought to what he just said.

"Yeah, haha. Gay. Nice one dude" Rigby gave a fake chuckle

"Night dude" Mordecai said, drifting off to sleep.

Those words stabbed Rigby and affected him. You better not be gay or something. They repeated over and over again. Rigby just lay there, looking up at the ceiling. There's no hope for Mordecai and I now Rigby thought to himself.


Ok, so currently I have my set of exams coming up and I'm a little busy, but I'm going to try and post at least once a week.

Until next time, I'll catch you later.

-regshowwriter