... Part 2

JUNE 26th, 2011

-Night-

"About time you unlocked the door. What the H was up with you man?" Rigby said coming into the room, seeming a bit annoyed.

"...Where do I start?" I said to myself.

"What are talking about?"

"...Let me explain..."

Rigby sat on the trampoline, ready to listen. I sat on the bed and made sure to gather my thoughts, so that everything I would say would make some sort of sense, even if the entire situation in reality really was crazy.

I told him about the lie. Margaret was never raped, it was all made up. I don't even know how many people she might told this to, besides me and possibly Eileen. I told Rigby how all of emotions about this whole thing are just so jumbled up, to the point where I don't know if I'm sad, angry, or confused. This was truly the feeling of being fucked over. Big time.

After I finished telling him, he was speechless for a few moments. I think even he was trying to take all of this. After all, he knew about Margaret's "secret" as well before all of this.

"I'm...so sorry Mordecai."

The room was quiet for a very long time. After talking about to Rigby, I began having so many other new thoughts. It seems that all the times I've been getting the short end of the stick, Rigby has always been the lucky one: Gets the girl, has sex with her, and has a stable relationship with her. It probably sounds like jealousy, in the way I'm describing it, but I'm glad he is not in my shoes. He could have easily got into this kind of situation how I am.

Then I get to thinking on how this affecting Repar. I mean he was thought to be rapist to everyone Margaret told the lie to. I'm surprised no one spread this farther, but I guess Margaret told them to keep it to themselves, just like she told me, and did so. No he probably has to clear his name to everyone that this has spread to. Jeez...

Rigby spoke up, "I'm going to the coffee shop tomorrow...I guess you're not going?"

"I can't man. I can't even look at Margaret after what I've heard today."

Truth is I don't know how I would react. Would I lose my fucking mind or just act nervously around her? It's the uncertainty that worries me.

"It's nothing against Eileen either; I just don't want to risk confronting Margaret at all," I continued.

"...Is there any way I can help?" Rigby asked.

"You were helpful by listening. That's all you can really do for me right now..." I said, sensing that my own voice seemed lifeless. "I'm ready to turn in." I lay down on the bed and pulled the sheets over me.

"Me too," Rigby said, laying on his trampoline and putting some clothes over him. "Night Mordecai."

"Night."

"...Hey Mordecai?"

"Yeah?"

"...Nothing."

I turned off the lights and went to sleep.

-The Next Day-

Skips, Rigby, and Pops and I were sitting on the couch, listening to Benson giving us some news.

"In about a week will be Independence Day and we always have a festive fireworks display at the park, so a fair amount of people show up. That means we are going to have to get ready and prepare early, so we won't have to scramble at the last minute. Skips, you'll be in charge of getting fireworks. Mordecai and Rigby, you can get the food: Hamburgers, hotdogs, snacks..."

"Normal hotdogs, right?" Rigby joked, referencing to that hot dog incident.

"Yes, normal hotdogs..." Benson groaned.

I'm still surprised that he still thinks it's his fault for that.

"And Pops, you can make the ads and hand them out around town."

"Oh goody! I love making cards," Pops cheered.

"I'll hire a DJ and get some of those light up toys for the kids to play with. Sound good?"

"Yep," we all said in unison.

"Alright, let's get started."

JULY 4th, 2011

We all spent most of our time getting ready for the festivities. Whenever we had free time, Rigby would invite Eileen over and we'd play video games for long periods of time. She'd even bring coffee to keep us energized. Neither one of us told her of the lie. Reasons for which weren't sure of.

I decided to call Keith to see how he was doing today and how he would be celebrating.

"Hello?"

"Hey Keith."

"Oh hey Mordecai, what's up?"

"Nothing much, how are you celebrating today?"

"Today?...Oh yeah, the 4th of July. Sorry, so many things have come up, I forgot all about that."

"What happened?"

"...Okay, how do I shorten this..." Keith sounded like he was pondering. "Remember those bugs?"

"How could I forget?" I joked.

"Yeah, long story short. The bugs have a mother and she decided to visit and see her babies."

"Is the mother big?"

"If big means half the length of my house and about as tall as a monster truck, then yes, it's big. Surprisingly, she's pretty peaceful, as long as I don't get near her kids. Problem is the neighbors aren't so happy about a huge bug being near their houses, so I have been handling legal issues and all that crap."

"...So I guess you won't be celebrating today."

"No, I'll still manage. I'll get some firecrackers and just have fun and...Goddammit! Stop eating the fucking lawn chair!" Keith yelled suddenly.

"Were you yelling at the bug?"

"Hell yeah. Damn thing can't stop eating stuf- FOR GOD'S SAKE, LEAVE THE ANTENNAE ALONE! Sorry, I'll have to call you back. See ya Mordo."

"Talk to you later." I hung up.

Sucks for him.

-Later that night-

The celebration was turning out well! A lot of people came and were having fun: Kids playing with streamers and glow sticks, everyone dancing to music and people anticipating the fireworks, which Skips was setting up somewhere.

"This is awesome man! Didn't think it would turn out this well," Rigby said.

"Yeah, gotta admit this is pretty cool..."

"Hey could you do me a solid?"

"What is it?"

"Get me a soda?"

"Fine," I went over to the cooler to get a RadiCola. I accidently bumped into someone who was heading the same way.

"Oh sorry," the man said.

"It's fine..." then I froze for a quick second. "Repar..."

"Mordecai..."

There was a really uncomfortable silence between the two of us.

I decided to finally say something, "Look, I'm so-"

"No need to be. I get it."

"You do?"

"Yeah...after I found out...well, I realized why you gave me those weird looks. I can't blame you; I'd do the same thing in your shoes. You were just trying to be a good friend to Margaret and I respect that. Thing is, I'm not sure she knows a good person when she has one."

"Yeah...So how are you holding up," I asked.

"Difficult. It's hard enough knowing, but harder to clear my name to everyone she has told."

"Sorry to hear that."

"It's alright; I'll fix this sooner or later. How are you holding up?"

"...Honestly, I'm just...tired.
I'm always tired nowadays.

"I'm guessing that means something?" Repar asked.

"You have no idea..."

Repar walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Just know you're not alone in this, cause we both got fucked by this mess."

"Definitely."

"Repar, come on what's taking so long?" Someone called.

"That's one of my friends. They wanted me to get a soda for them," Repar said.

"Same thing," I responded.

Repar went back to his friends and waved goodbye. I went to back to Rigby and of course he asked what took me so long. I just said I ran into a friend.

Just as Rigby opened the can, Skips got everyone's attention.

"The fireworks shall now begin!"

And after he said that, the first one flew into the sky and exploded showing colors of blue and yellow.

I'll hold off the depression for a later time. Right now, I want to enjoy this.

Yes! Back on schedule! The test week made it very hectic to get things done, but now everything's back on track. The story updates are now refreshed for concrete dates to which all my stories will be updated.