A Promise

MAY 3rd, 2011

"Mordecai, you heading out?" Benson noticed me going towards the door.

"Yeah, I'm going over Margaret's house to study. Why do you ask?"

"Oh nothing, just asking."

There was a short silence, with both of us standing a few feet from each other.

"Hey Mordecai…I just wanted to apologize for snapping at you that one day." It kind of caught me off guard for a second. There weren't many times he apologized for the things he said.

"It's cool," I said. I realized I was kind of at fault that day as well. "I'm sorry too. It was just-I had a weird dream and the alarm clock made it worse-I snapped, it was personal."

"I see…Did it have something to do with a certain someone?"

"Um…no," I said trying to avoid the topic.

Benson chuckled and shook his head, "Sure it didn't. Skips had told me you've been more confident around Margaret: Hanging out at her house, going to her parties."

"Yeah…" I rubbed the back of my head.

"You like her, don't you?"

"Well…yeah, but she already has a boyfriend."

"Maybe she will get over him like the others."

"I don't know, they seem very into each other."

Benson nodded, "Well what about Adria? She's still available."

I huffed in annoyance.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing ever happens with me and her. I could be giving signs to my attraction for her and she still wouldn't notice."

"Or MAYBE, she's just shy."

"Well…look, it's not like I'm completely dismissing the fact, I'm just more focused on Margaret right now."

Benson smiled smugly, "I thought you said…Margaret already had a boyfriend."

"No, no, what I meant was-I don't know."

"You'll have your chance Mordecai." Benson patted me on the back.

I was taken aback by all this. "Uh, thanks…Benson."

"No, problem. Look, I may seem kind of tough at time, but that doesn't mean I don't care about my employees. I've been talking to Skips and…well I'm starting to understand where you're coming from now."

"Gotcha." I turned the knob to the front door. "Oh and Benson…"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, for the talk."

"It's no problem; and Mordecai?"

I turned around.

"I know what kind of dream you had that day."

My jaw dropped, I was speechless.

Benson laughed, "Every man has it Mordecai! Every man has it!"

As I approached her house, I noticed there were 2 vehicles in the driveway: One was Margaret's van and the other was a beige Sedan.

Probably Margaret's father's car.

I went up to the door and knocked. The person that answered was a tall, broad, red robin, with a small, scruffy beard, and short cut head feathers. He wore brown outlined glasses, a yellow and red plaid shirt, and casual brown pants.

"Hello, may I help you?" He asked.

Even though I felt a little intimidated by his voice, I was able to speak up. "Yeah um…I'm here to see Margaret."

"You're a friend of Margaret?"

"Yeah, I'm Mordecai."

The robin pondered, stroking his beard in the process. "Mordecai, Mordecai…Ah! I know you." He turned around, yelling into the house, "Margaret, your friend Mordecai's here."

"Okay coming," Margaret responded in cheerful tone. I heard those soft footsteps in the wooded floor, that I came to love.

"Mordecai, this is my dad." I froze for a quick second, noticing that she was wearing the exact same outfit that she wore in my 'dream'. A yellow t-shirt and blue jean shorts.

Awkward…

"Pleasure to meet you Mordecai," he said, shaking my hand.

"Same to you," I said.

"You know," Margaret's dad began, "Margaret tells me a lot about you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, says you go on lots of adventures, you work as a groundskeeper at the park, and generally a nice guy."

Wow, she really talks highly of me to people.

He then continued, "Quiet an impression you're setting right now."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well the fact that your standing before me stark naked."

I stammered at his blunt observation; he began laughing, "I'm only messing with ya. But honestly, I've been through that phase too when I was young."

"W-What?" His statement caught me off guard.

"Nothing," he said, completely ignoring his statement. "You and Margaret do your thing, I have to finish unpacking: Again, nice to meet you Mordecai."

"You too, Mr…"

"Just call me Mr. Ken."

"Alright."

Margaret giggled once her father was out of sight. "He's always making jokes. We'll we don't have long, so let's at least try to get the planning done." She led me to the basement by first walking through the living room.

"So I'm guessing the basement is our study area from now on, huh?" I said, seeing all the books on table in the basement."

"Yeah, I guess so," Margaret grinned.

"So what exactly do we have to-" I tensed up, noticing a shiny object round on the table. A ring.

Barely able to come up with the words, I forced, "Um…what…what's that?"

Margaret turned around, then set her attention to what I was looking at. "Oh, that's a promise ring from Repar."

"P-Promise ring?" I stuttered.

"Yeah," she picked it up. "Whenever he asks to marry me, this ring means that I'll say yes. I knew him for a while actually, before you moved here. We took a break for a while and during that time I tried seeing other guys, none of them worked. One day he just called me and…well it all started back up from there." She smiled at the glistening ring. It looked really expensive, but I'm probably exaggerating.

"Oh." I said, forcing my voice trying not to sound upset, completely heartbroken.

"So what were you going to say? You were about to ask me something and then you saw the ring."

"I was asking what we were doing."

"Oh, well my teacher gave me…"

So it's basically an engagement ring.

Not necessarily. Not all promises are kept and it' not a real engagement ring.

Maybe, still, this may be it. Look's like I really will have to move on, start from square one. I mean Adria's nice and all, but I can't guarantee something will happen and meeting someone new will be twice as hard. Dammit! Why are things so complicated right now?

…

…

…

"You'll have your chance Mordecai…"

Yeah…we'll see.

"Mordecai? Mordecai?" Margaret's voice seemed to echo.

"Huh? What?" I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

"Did you even hear me?"

"Sorry, I was…thinking about something."

"Is everything alright?" She asked with concerned eyes."

"…Yeah, everything's fine. You were saying?"

"Hey Rigby," I said slumping myself on the bed.

Rigby was on his trampoline, looking up at the ceiling. "Hey Mordecai."

"So, how was your day?" I sounded troubled.

"Good, hey man, are you alright?"

"Nope."

"Talk to me, I'm game. I mean you've been acting strange lately. Like what dream were you having when you flipped out on Benson?"

I kept avoiding that topic whenever Rigby asked, but now I think I should tell him: I mean he had the courage to tell me he was planning to have sex with Eileen and here I am not telling him about a dream.

I turned around in my bed, facing him. "I had a…a…wet dream about Margaret, and during the time the dream got interesting, that's when the alarm went off and I chucked it out of frustration. Then Benson came and well…you know the rest."

"So that explains it all, even the sm-"

"Yeah," I said slightly embarrassed. "Pretty much the dream was a reminder on what I can't have. And it got better today."

"What do you mean?"

"She has a promise ring from Repar."

"Skips told me about that; aren't they like pre-engagement rings?"

"Something like that…they're serious man."

"Geez, no wonder why you've seemed kind of sad lately."

"Yep, and the worst part is, no matter how hard I try, I can't get her out of my head. I'm trying to move on but it gets difficult, every day."

"I'm sorry man, is there any way I can help."

"Nah, I need to figure this on my own…but enough about me, how about-…what the…" I noticed a nicely pressed black and white suit hanging on the closet door.

"That's my suit," Rigby said.

"How in the H did you pay for that?"

"Skips got it for me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, for my big date tomorrow with Eileen. I'll take her to a nice restaurant, take a stroll around the city, and then…"

"Your first time."

"Yeah," Rigby smiled. "Skips has been giving me advice on sex and relationships. Brought me a suit, helped me get condoms, gave me books, the whole deal. By the way, I got to tell you something. Eileen knows that I was interested in have sex with her, thanks to a certain blue jay."

"Rigby I'm sorry, I-"

"Thanks bro. If you hadn't encouraged Eileen she would think she's not good enough to have sex with me. Turns out she wanted it too. We talked about it and…we know we're ready."

"No thanks necessary, I got your back bro. Just be careful okay?"

"I know… thanks." Rigby smiled.

"Anytime." We both kicked back and looked up at the ceiling.

I chuckled to myself, "Aw, my Rigby is-"

Rigby gave me a warning grunt.

I turned around to look at him, "growing up."

Rigby was about to say something, with bulging eyes and his mouth about to say, "Stop talking!"

But instead, his muscles relaxed and he smiled, "Damn right I am."

The next chapter will be something a lot of my readers are looking forward to. That's right, the RigbyxEileen lemon! (And what I think may be the first on the site) Can't wait to begin writing it, however with the planning I'll have to do for the chapter and finals for school, it will be awhile for update. But don't worry; when summer begins updates will come a lot faster. (I hope)

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