Hey Guys, here's another new chapter. Sorry I've been a little late on this one, been caught up
in study and what-not (only 3 weeks until I finish all my exams for school…FOREVER!)
Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 4
They fell onto her bed kissing one another with deep compassion. Margaret grabbed Mordecai's hands and pulled them upwards, towards her shirt. Mordecai could be stupid sometimes, but he tried hard not to muck this up. This was one of those things that you couldn't stuff up. If you did, it would be over for good. No second chances, just over. He gently grabbed the neck of Margaret's shirt and gave it a slight tug slowly pulling it up her body. She stuck out her hands as the shirt lifted above her head. Not a single word was said while all of this was happening, but it was obvious to both of them that they had something for each other. Margaret rolled out from underneath Mordecai, allowing Mordecai to move to the left of her lying on his back on the bed. He thought he had blown it for a second as she stood up and was momentarily kicking himself.
Her hands shifted to her back as she fiddled with the strap of her bra. She pulled her hands away as it fell to the floor in front of her feet. Mordecai was left there lying on the bed, speechless. She stood there with an alluding smile as if she wanted Mordecai to stay there and watch her. She unzipped her pants and dropped them down to her feet, stepping out of them as she took a few steps to the bed that Mordecai was paralysed with nervousness on.
"This should be fun," Margaret said seductively with a grin on her face
Rigby sat there in the old, leather chair. The crinkles and cracks that it had accumulated over the years were tremendous and was beginning to look like a white leather chair, instead of a light tanned one. Everything seemed so distinct for Rigby and he wasn't even high yet. He was in his own state of mind, a distant place from the world that surrounded him at that particular point in time. Looking out towards the window of the low-rise apartment building, he could just manage to make out the park. Not that it was far away, but great, elevated high-rises blocked out 70 percent of his view.
For some reason, Rigby felt mad at Mordecai. He hadn't done anything to anger Rigby, but it was just the fact that Rigby couldn't tell him how he felt. Sure, there were some things that Rigby would get out of using a variation of excuses which seemed perfectly legitimate to him, but not so much for others. This was one that was a legitimate excuse. For all he knew, his friendship with Mordecai could either never be the same again, or it could all end burning up with fiery, heated flames, too fierce to put out. A part of him told Rigby that Mordecai loved him. He tried to turn that section of his brain off, but it was too difficult. What if he actually loved me? Rigby thought. Rigby put all of these thoughts aside for a moment as he dealer came into the room. His friend was carrying to bags of white powder. Cocaine. Rigby had never done it before, but after the massive fight that he had just had, he needed something a little more powerful to get his mind at ease. The dealer dropped the two small bags of cocaine on the table, allowing Rigby to examine the difference. There was no real difference and the only way that he could find out was if he tried both of them. Rigby wasn't going to go crazy and have an all-out binge, but he was determined to try both of them sooner or later.
"Alright dude, so this one is probably more for you. Helps you get your mind at ease and doesn't give you a massive trip. Won't even come close to killing you too." The dealer spoke, pointing to the bag on the left. His voice sounded laid back, calm and collective. It was funny, considering that the stuff could possibly kill the Raccoon.
"Now this one. " The dealer pointed to the bag on the right. "This is something special. I only get a small bit of it imported 'cause it's really expensive, but if you're willing to go for that extra trip…then this is the stuff you want to buy. Obviously it's more expensive, but it's a real bang for your buck"
Rigby weighed up his choices. A bigger trip meant that he was in more risk of dying, but then again, who cares? It was only Rigby, after all. He studied the bags again, as if it was going to determine his decision.
"The left one" Rigby said bluntly
The dealer took the right bag and walked back into his room, putting it away. Rigby took the bag and opened it. Upon opening it, white dust ascended into the air. Rigby was always heavy handed, but this time didn't manage to spill any on him. Just as he looked up the dealer emerged from his room. He shut the darkly varnished wooden door using the bronze doorknob that very nicely complimented the door.
The dealer handed Rigby a piece of metal, which was almost identical to a straw. Before they started, Rigby handed over 40 dollars to the man, who he still hadn't asked what his real name was. Although he claimed that his name was Alex, he still wasn't convinced. Using one of his credit cards, the Raccoon attempted to make a line, only to be laughed at by Alex.
"Haha, dude. That's not how you do it! Here, let me show you."
Alex grabbed Rigby's credit card out of his hand and started to shape the coke into a line. The Raccoon had drawn a massive line that was probably longer in height than in length. Alex shaped it into something that some would say a 'perfect line' but to Rigby, it was just a line of cocaine.
Rigby took the metal straw that was sitting on the coffee table and held it next the line. It was very awkward for him being a Raccoon. Was he just meant to put the straw up to his nose first, then to the line and snort? Or was it the other way around? He decided to put the straw up to his nose first and then to the coke. When he was lowering his head, he went down too quickly and ended up with the straw smashing into his nose, causing him to be fuelled with impatience and anger which made him to want to do the coke even more than before.
Rigby took in a deep breath and exhaled, preparing himself. He had never done this before, but he knew that it was going to be great. His mind was already at ease and he hadn't even done it yet. He started to take in a breath as he ran the straw along the line. In less than a few seconds he had already finished a line. There was a strong sensational feeling in his nose. Being an animal, he had a stronger sense of smell than Alex. He started to feel lightheaded and unbalanced; it was almost like taking morphine at the hospital. A warm sensation flowed through him as he prepared himself for another line. He leant down to the table and drew up more of the cocaine. He collapsed back in the chair and let the drug get to work. His arms and legs felt numb, but it wasn't a problem, as he didn't even feel as though he wanted to move at all.
He looked out to the park again and immediately thought of Mordecai. Unlike a few minutes ago when he thought about bad thoughts he thought about great ones. Memories that he had shared with the blue bird over the years - school, university and work. He sighed as he watched the sun start to lower itself from the middle of the sky and hide itself from the world, allowing for the majestic moon to appear from the other side that the sun fell down upon. It was almost like a game that the two were playing.
The sun was running away from the moon, or was it the other way around? Rigby immediately thought of himself as the moon. An object that shone less bright than the other one, and was noticed less by others. It didn't offer anything great to the world, only darkness, not to mention that only way that people saw the moon was because of the sun brightness on it. Then there was Mordecai, a bright sun. People noticed him, he was literally and intellectually 'brighter' than him and never faded out into the background. Just like the moon was chasing the sun, Rigby was chasing Mordecai.
That same part of Rigby that told him that Mordecai loved him made him believe the other theory he had, that the sun was chasing the moon. Maybe, just maybe Mordecai did love him, and quietly he was chasing after him, Rigby just didn't realise it yet. It was hard to believe, but it could've been true. Stranger things have happened. It became too overwhelming for him and he let out a deep sigh. Not even the cocaine could get his mind off Mordecai and their relationship.
Alex noticed Rigby's silent distress. "Hey dude, you alright?" Alex asked sympathetically, lighting up a cigarette
"Oh yeah, there's just some stuff going on at the moment" Rigby replied in a relaxed manner
"Share. Come on" Alex said, holding out his arms and moving his fingers back and forth in a synchronized manner, like he was guiding a car that was reversing into a tough spot, before chucking a cigarette and lighter to Rigby
"Well" Rigby said, whilst lighting up his cigarette "There's this guy right?" Rigby took a draw from his cigarette. "I really like him, but, I dunno if he likes me. You feel me dude?"
"Yeah dude, I get you. You gonna tell this guy or what?" Alex asked inquisitively
"I dunno dude. It seems too hard" Rigby said, yet again looking out over to the park.
"To be real with you man, you should just tell him. If you don't you're gonna regret it for most of your life. Trust me. I've been down that road many times, it's not pretty I can tell you that"
Rigby looked down to his lap and studied the chair again, before taking another draw on his cigarette. This was going to be a tough decision. It would be even tougher with him knowing that Mordecai never knew how he felt.
Margaret got up off the bed, it squeaked and rocked making unique sounds that only a bed would make. Mordecai lay there on the bed in another world. That was amazing he thought. Sure, he had sex quite a few times, but with Margaret… it was something more special. Words couldn't describe how happy he was feeling, still he couldn't help but think about Rigby and the incident that had occurred earlier that day.
"You gonna leave or what?" Margaret said, grinning at Mordecai
Mordecai lifted his head up, with the rest of his body still lying on the bed
"Yeah, just give me a second"
He dropped his head back down onto the pillow rolling it to the side to see Margaret getting dressed back into her casual clothes. He smiled at the sight and rubbed his eyes with his hands as if he had just woken up. Picking himself up from the bed he walked over to Margaret, giving her a sweet kiss on the neck, making her laugh.
"Was that fun?" she asked, giggling and giving Mordecai a quick wink
"Yeah…it was great" Mordecai replied
He walked over to his phone to check the time. It was only 6:50, but he had a feeling that Benson would want him to turn up the house before he left to go back to his apartment.
"Ok Margaret, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow?" Mordecai asked with hope
"Sure thing"
Margaret couldn't help but feel guilty after the act that she had just done with Mordecai. If Rigby ever found out then it would be all over.
"Hey Mordecai" Margaret called out
"Yeah?"
"Can you not…um…tell Rigby about what just happened? You know…just for our sake?" Margaret mentioned
"Yeah, cool. I won't tell anyone I promise"
As Mordecai left the house, he couldn't help but think. Does this mean we're together or something? He didn't know whether or not he should put a label on their relationship at the moment. If he did, he was afraid that he might lose her and that all these trips to the coffee shop were for nothing. He stepped down from the stairs and onto the pavement, walking towards the general direction of the park. Cars were flying by coming home from their jobs in the city. Everyone wanted to get home so quickly, but Mordecai was nearly the opposite. What would he say when he saw Rigby at the house? What would it be like? Awkward? Forgiving? There was so much to ask, but it could only be answered if Mordecai came back to the park.
As he reached the gates of the park, he stopped and let out a long breath with a slight sigh at the end. He walked along the path, the dirt being kicked up and almost looking as though it was twinkling in the sunset afternoon that shone on the park. The sunset was facing Mordecai's back and he felt colder as the sun started to drop at a noticeable rate.
Walking up the stairs to the house, he saw Benson getting into his truck. Running over to make sure that there wasn't anything that Benson needed from him he saw that most of the lights were off in the house.
"Hey Benson, did you need me for anything?" Mordecai asked, unsure of whether he was going to get into trouble from Benson, seeing as though he had rapid swings of emotions
"No, not really. Just wanted to make sure that the house was locked up, but you got the keys, right?" Benson said
"Yeah I've got the keys… but where's everyone else?"
"Oh, well Pops is at his father's house and Skips, Muscle Man and Hive Fives have gone out bowling" Benson replied
"What about Rigby?" Mordecai asked, stricken with panic
"Oh yeah, he called in saying that he would be back later, said he had ' some stuff to take care of ' dunno."
"Ok, sure thing" Mordecai said
Mordecai took out his keys and opened the door to the house. It was mostly dark as the sun had gone down, but it was lonely without any life. Mordecai sat down and turned on his video game console. The game started up with blippy 8-bit sound effects and chiptune-themed intro songs. Somehow the game didn't put his mind at ease and he was panicking. He felt like he should wait it out and give Rigby some time to come home. After all, he did say that he was coming home.
Didn't he?
