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"Shh, shh, Rigs. It's okay," Mordecai soothed, rubbing the small of the brunette's back. He wasn't the best at comforting, given how he reacted to his previous breakups, but he knew what to say—for the most part.

"H-how d-do you know i-if it's okay or not?" Rigby sobbed and attempted to suffocate himself with his pillow. "This is the worst. I wanna die!"

That was when Mordecai wrenched Rigby up to face him and slapped the shorter male right across the cheek.

Rigby stared at Mordecai with a deer-in-the-headlights look, until those wide eyes began to sport tears as Mordecai yelled, "Don't you ever say that! You're still so young! Don't say that.."

With watery eyes, Rigby sniffed and broke into tears before hugging Mordecai with all his might, bawling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I won't ever say that again, Mordecai! I'm just so dumb! Don't listen to me! It's why Eileen called it quits! She hates me now!"

"She doesn't—"

"She told me she hates me! I'll never love again!" Rigby blubbered.

Sighing, Mordecai pushed Rigby away lightly, fingers wrapped tight around his small shoulders. "Rigby? Listen to me, okay?"

The brunette sniffled and nodded, wiping his tears away.

"Remember when Margaret broke up with me? I was a wreck. CJ? Still a wreck, maybe a little worse. She may hate me now, but I'm still good friends with Margaret—"

"B-but Margaret is Eileen's best friend, and we're best friends, so they probably both hate both of us! This is all my fault."

"Rigby!"

The brunette's head was lifted by his chin, and he looked deep into Mordecai's azure heterochromatic eyes.

"Rigby, listen. I know this may be a tough thing to deal with right now, but trust me. It'll pass in no time. Soon, you'll forget about her and fall in love with someone better."

Rigby cried again. "No one is better than Eileen!"

Mordecai simply hugged Rigby tight, burying the shorter male's face in his chest without warning.

"I'm sure someone is."

That was all that was said more between those two before loud weeping erupted from the shorter and their door opened.

"Um, I apologize, Mordecai and Rigby, but could you two be more quiet? I'm trying to sleep.."

Mordecai apologized and when Pops left, he picked Rigby up off of the floor and laid him down on his trampoline before falling into his own bed.

••

Slivers of sunlight poked through the shutters, one landing in Rigby's eyes and startling him awake.

"Gyah!" he shrieked, voice breaking as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

He had been startled awake by two things, actually: the sunlight, and a nightmare. Well, actually, he wouldn't call it a nightmare, but it was pretty scary—scarier than anything he'd ever encountered in his twenty-three years of life, and that was saying something.

It had to do with Mordecai. And him. Kissing. That's all it was, but it scared him so bad he broke into a cold sweat and nearly peed his pants.

"Mordecai! Mordecai? Huh?" he mumbled sleepily, standing up and stretching before stalking over to his best friend's bed. He pulled the blanket away, but Mordecai was nowhere to be found. "What the hell?" he asked groggily, eyes on the note left on his desk.

"Work started at eight, just to let you know. I let you sleep in. Don't touch my stuff, and don't worry about being yelled at. I explained to Benson why you were gonna sleep in and he was surprisingly cool about it since he knows what it's like. Anyways, see ya when you wake up! —Mordo," Rigby read, and smiled slightly. "How thoughtful."

He yawned and stretched again, then stalked out of the room toward the John.

After he was done in the bathroom, he went back to his room, changed his clothes, took his time getting downstairs, and grabbed stuff to make cereal.

Five minutes into eating his small bowl of cereal, the door slammed open, startling Rigby, and he turned to see his best friend caked with mud. "Cover for me!" Mordecai screamed, running past the short brunette and jumping out the window just as Benson Dunwoody entered, face red with rage.

"Mordecai, you—" He cut himself off when he saw a still alarmed Rigby sitting still in his chair, his anger depleting in a heartbeat. "Oh, hey, Rigby. Do you happen to know where Mordecai is?"

He honestly didn't know.

"Uh, no. I haven't seen him."

That last part was a lie.

"Oh. Well, then, just enjoy your breakfast, and come on out to work whenever you're ready," Benson replied before jogging out the back door.

Wow, he really is understanding, Rigby thought as he turned around and went back to his Cocoa Puffs ™.

After dumping his bowl into the sink and yawning once more, Rigby finally wandered out of the house and outside, where he saw Mitch and High Fives doing Doughnuts with their golf cart and Mordecai still running from Benson.

Letting out a breathy laugh, Rigby headed in Mordecai's general direction, running right beside him as Benson chased the taller man down.

"Dude, what'd ya do?" he asked, still laughing, and looked over his shoulder at an enraged Benson.

"Ha, oh man—"

••

Rigby fell onto the bench beside Mordecai, laughing hysterically.

"Seriously?!" he asked, holding his stomach. Mordecai laughed along with his petite brunette friend and let his arms lay on the top of the bench.

As he watched Rigby laugh, he couldn't help but feel a million tiny butterflies fly around in his stomach. The brunette's hair shone under the sun with a lustrous shine, his tan skin complimenting his black graphic shirt with pink writing over it that was pulled over a long-sleeved, baby blue button-up shirt, skinny jeans, a blue so deep they appeared black in certain lighting, and black vans. That smile, though, was what made him want to straight up faint.

Hunched over, the petite man clutched his stomach as he laughed, the sound filling the air and reminding Mordecai of music.

Would it be considered weird to fall in love with your best friend when you're both guys? He remembered when they were five.

"I'll love you forever, Mordy!" Rigby exclaimed, tackling his best friend into a hug. "Let's get married!"

"Okay!" Mordecai responded, kissing the small brunette's cheek and hugging him back tightly.

What ever happened to that?

"Mordo? Mordecai. Mordy. MORDECAI!" Rigby shrieked, slapping Mordecai clear across the face. The taller man blinked, then turned to Rigby.

"Wanna go play video games?" Rigby asked in a puckish tone, a smirk gracing his features. Oh, that smirk was the cutest freaking thing!

"H-uh-oh, oh yeah. Sure, dude," Mordecai responded, following the other as he began running toward the house.

•

Rigby jumped up on the couch, crying in defeat when Mordecai shot him with a misfired bullet in the game. "Ugh! How did you miss me, but end up killing me anyway?!" As he threw down the remote and started whining about how terribly he lost to Mordecai, time seemed to slow down.

"I hate you, Mordecai!" Rigby exclaimed before he tripped on the space between the cushions and fell toward Mordecai. Aforementioned male caught Rigby just in time, but their lips connected before they could even register what had just occurred.

Rigby was the first to pull away, eyes filled with anguish and fear, and a face so red that Mordecai thought it might have exploded. He quickly turned away from Mordecai, covering his face because, he'd never admit it, but he actually enjoyed that kiss.

In Mordecai's point of view, it was like this: churning stomach, dry throat, buckets of sweat, burning skin, confusion, happiness, and the taste of cherry-flavored Italian ice left on his lips from Rigby. Was he in Heaven already?

"I-I—t-that was–!" Rigby sputtered, backing up and then racing up the stairs with his face covered and somehow managing to avoid tripping. Mordecai lied back on the couch, relaxation consuming him. Rigby was embarrassed, which only meant one thing—he enjoyed the kiss just as much as he did.

•

"Rigs?" Mordecai asked, pushing the door open gently. Inside his and Rigby's room lied the aforementioned brunette, steaming embarrassment into his hands in the fetal position.

"You okay?"

Upon receiving no answer, he made his way over to Rigby's trampoline and sat down next to the unresponsive brunette. "Riiiiigby," he started, poking the smaller male, "are you okay?"

"T-that was my first kiss..."

Mordecai paused, shocked. First kiss? But what about Eileen? "Wait, what about Eileen?" He stared at the embarrassed brunette, who instantly sat up straight.

"We only kissed each other on the cheeks and gave each other butterfly and Eskimo kisses! Never lip kisses!" Rigby cried angrily, face as red as a tomato, and it was funny because he had a baby face.

Mordecai also blushed and looked away. Rigby was too innocent! "Oh, uh...s-sorry..." he muttered, disappointed that Rigby wasn't embarrassed because he liked Mordecai back. He scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting nervously around the room. "Well, uh..." He was at a loss for words, perspiration accumulating on his face. His eyes unconsciously darting back to Rigby, Mordecai paused.

Rigby was blushing, but biting his lip nervously. Knowing him so well, Mordecai got the signal that Rigby was going to say something he was embarrassed about. "It..." The brunette looked away. "Wasn't that bad..."

Mordecai's eyes widened, glee shining in them. "Seriously?!" he inquired ethusiastically, grabbing both of his hands.

"W-what?! No way! What do you think you're doing, anyway?!" Rigby suddenly cried, yanking his hands away from Mordecai's and jumping back. "I—I was just lying! I knew you were gay for me!" He forced a laugh, a permanent blush painting his cheeks. That blush was just enough proof Mordecai needed to know that his feelings were returned.

"Did you, now~?" the taller man queried, pinning Rigby to his trampoline and smirking. "I'll just have to rape you, then~."

Rigby's face exploded in scarlet as he thrashed around underneath him. "N-NO! GET OFF!"

Yep. That was all he needed.