Mordecai and Rigby

Love.

      We managed to call Skips and he drove to club to pick us up. Did he get a new car? I mean new car. I couldn't find a scratch on his sharp, white vehicle.

   Rigby and I jumped in. We didn't say much to each other during the long drive. The lip locking we shared was so... Meaningful. Rigby put every bit of himself into it.

   The weirdest part is- I felt something during that kiss. I felt a spark while I kissed my best friend. I couldn't understand these feelings at all and it's nearly impossible for me to put it into words.

   What if... this is love?

   The park house was in our view; we are almost home. I was busy wondering if Rigby is still sleeping with me tonight. I'm not so sure if he'd slip under the covers with me after showing these... Feelings... to me.

   I'm not gay. Rigby can't possibly be gay. What am I, then? I kissed Rigby back yet I can't explain if I liked it or not.

  

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   I curled up under the blankets on my bed. I had gotten rid of a few ever since Rigby has been sleeping with me. His body warmth has been so good to me; I didn't need most of the sheets.

   A little part of me wanted Rigby to walk through that door and sleep next to me.

   I waited minutes; almost an hour.

   Nothing.

   I sighed and snatched some bed covers off of the ground and placed them on top of the other blankets. If his warmth isn't here, I'll need something to make me not freeze.

   I shut my eyes.

   A tear fell from my eye and slid down my cheek.

   I don't want tomorrow night to be like this.