Mordecai and Rigby

Let's Talk About last Night.

   My eyes were sore in once I woke up. The one tear from last night already dried them out somehow.

  

   Rigby wasn't in the room with me. Not on his trampoleene. He's gotta be downstairs or somethimg.

   I slumped down the steps, still tired.

   I was shocked by what I found. Rigby was asleep on the couch. He didn't have a blanket or anything. Why is he doing such a stupid thing like that?

   Sitting next to the small being, I took a long look at him.

   He slowly opened his weary eyes and those eyes looked directly at me. Rigby blinked a few times before he had the realazation that it was me. When he got it, a look of surprise took over his face.

   "Why did you sleep out here?" I said, letting my eyes trail off to the table before me. I awkwardly situated myself on the couch.

   I felt the room tense up a bit after I asked.

   Rigby sighed and out came the truth. I honestly don't get why he's been letting this all out to me lately.

   "I kissed you, man.. I don't understand this. I don't understand why. I'm sure you were thinking the same so I decided to sleep out here. Maybe you needed space or somethin. I don't know."

   I wasn't sure what to think about that. Rigby basically grabbed the words right out of my mouth.

   But I want Rigby here. I want him to show me how he feels even if he's still not sure. I want him to be with me even if he thinks I'm weirded out by him or just mad.

   I want him to be here no matter what.

   "Rigby," I started. "Clearly that kiss meant something.." I peaked at his face, lifting my head slightly.

   "You kissed me back," he snapped. His face was twisted into something angry yet calm; those brown eyes still mesmorising either way.

   "I did, I know that," I lightly shrugged. "I meant it and I know you did, too."

   Rigby pinched his lips together and squirmed around, bringing his knees up to his chest.

   "What do we do, now?" Rigby asked, being completely serious. Infact, of all the years I've known him, I've never seen him more serious. Ever.

   I shrugged my shoulders. Honestly, I didn't even know myself what to do. We don't know what we think about the kiss and that's the first step to all of this. We can't do anything if.. if we don't know what that kiss was.

   Dear god, this is eating me up inside.

   One part wants this to be something. Something that I can call love. Something that Rigby can call love.

   Another side of me wants this to just be nothing. It wants me to assume it was the amount of drinks or the crazy emotions from Margaret.

   I'm pretty much just waiting on what Rigby says. It's going to tip off what I truly think.

   "Did you like it?" I nudged with full curiousity in my tone.

   Rigby's cheeks turned red. The kind of red you see on tomatoes. Well, maybe even reder than that. I chuckled a bit at the sight of him.

   He twiddles his thumbs will full concentration as if it's the most interesting thing on earth.

   "Yeah. I guess I did, didn't I." There was some happiness in his tone. Rigby still sounded troubled but at least a tad bit up beat.

   His smile makes me happy. I don't enjoy frowns; especially his.

   I could feel my own cheeks heat up. This togetherness made me feel so... bubbly, as cheesey as it sounds.

   I don't know what ground we stand on right now.

   But in this moment.

  

  I think I may be in love with the boy next to me.