I'm an idiot. I am an idiot! This is so awkward.

"Thanks for walking with me, Mordecai," Margaret spoke up.

"No problem."

"I hope it's not too weird."

"Not that weird," he lied; she knew he was lying. "So…"

"So…"

"How are things with Angel?" He forced himself to say the name.

"A little strained," she admitted.

"Strained?" He repeated; he couldn't help but feel slightly pleased at the news.

"Ever since you told me… what you told me, he's been suspicious. He thinks I'm running off with you when I'm not with him or when I'm not working."

"That's insane. Wasn't he right there when you told me you…?" He cleared his throat. "…you didn't feel the same way?"

"He's just paranoid," Margaret told him, ignoring the small pang in her chest at his words.

"He shouldn't be. You care about him, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Then, he shouldn't be worried. I know you, Margaret; you're the sweetest person I've ever met."

She blushed. "Thanks, Mordecai."

"You don't have to thank me," he said sheepishly.

They didn't say anything to each other until they reached the park. Angel was sitting on a park bench, staring his watch, a look of impatience on his face.

"About time, Margaret!" Angel called. He spotted Mordecai next to her and stopped, staring him down. "What's he doing here?"

"I happen to work here," Mordecai responded hotly. "I live in that house over there." He pointed to the house.

"You just decided to walk Margaret here?"

"That's pretty much it."

"I don't believe it," Angel growled.

"What? Dude, I'm telling you the truth!"

"Out of the way!" Angel shoved Mordecai; he landed on the ground, with a look of bewilderment. "Are you cheating on me or something?" He turned to Margaret, who gasped loudly.

"What? No!" Margaret cried. "Angel, why would you think that?"

"That loser is too much of a loser to have a job," he pointed out. "I don't get why you walked with him, Margaret. Are you that stupid?"

"Angel…"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!" He shouted. "Hey, loser!" He spat at Mordecai, who was glaring up at him. "She doesn't love you. She's just using you to piss me off for forgetting our anniversary last week."

Mordecai didn't need to be reminded that Margaret didn't return his feelings. He got to his feet, a fiery hatred burning passionately in his eyes.

"You're the loser," he said defiantly.

"What was that?"

"You may have been a good guy at first to her. But, when I confess, you start thinking she's cheating on you? I don't get that! You don't deserve her, dude. Margaret is the most beautiful, most kind, most cheerful girl in the world, and she would never do anything to hurt anyone purposely. If you can't see that, then you're wasting your breath. Just leave now. She's too good for you."

"And you think that you're good enough for her?" Angel sneered.

"I don't claim to be good enough for her. Yes, I love her, and I know I can treat her a lot better than you can, but she's too good for me, too."

"Mordecai!" Rigby yelled, running out of the house. "What's with all the… Damn, he's buff," he said when he saw Angel.

"Rigby, what are you doing here?" Mordecai asked.

"The yelling was disrupting my TV time!"

"Who's this dweeb?" Angel asked, pointing at Rigby.

"The name's Rigby," Rigby replied. "Me and my buddy work here."

"I don't believe it. I believe your buddy here is trying hook up with my girlfriend."

"WHAT? Hey, jerkdish!"

"Rigby, stop!" Mordecai yelled, holding back Rigby as he attempted to jump Angel.

Angel took out his cellphone and began texting. At that moment, Rigby was able to break free of Mordecai's grasp. He jumped on Angel's face.

"ARRRGH!" He growled.

"GET OFF ME, YOU FREAK!" Angel screamed, dancing around trying to force the raccoon off his face. He dropped his cellphone in the process.

Mordecai stooped down and picked it up.

His mouth dropped at the text message.

Angel growled loudly as he finally managed to push Rigby off his face.

"Dude, where's my cellphone?" Angel cried, frantically searching the ground for it.

"Right here," Mordecai said, waving it in his hand.

"Give it back!"

Mordecai hid behind Margaret as he read the text aloud: '"Hey, Vanessa. I'm just talking with my girlfriend, Margaret and her loser friend, Mordo. Can't wait to see you tonight at the restaurant. Can't believe my girlfriend was dumb enough not to realize I've been seeing you on the side. Haha!"'

"GIVE ME MY PHONE!" Angel howled, charging at them. Mordecai pulled Margaret out of the way, throwing the phone against the grass.

"So, is that true, Angel?" Margaret asked softly.

"It's… it's a prank, baby. I'm not texting any…anyone."

"Yeah, right. That's a legit text message!" Rigby screamed.

"SHUT UP, YOU RODENT!" Angel grabbed Rigby by the tail.

"EEK, STOP IT!" A voice from behind them shrieked. It was Eileen. "DON'T HURT HIM!"

"Freaking gopher, get away," Angel panted.

Something seemed to have snapped in Eileen. Her eye twitched slightly. She picked up a rather large rock. "I'M A MOLE!" She screeched, chucking the rock at Angel's head. It didn't do much damage, but it did cause his head to bleed slightly. Rigby fell to the ground. "Touch Rigby again, and more will be coming," she threatened.

Mordecai, Margaret, and Rigby stared at Eileen, mouths agape.

"Wow," Rigby finally said. Eileen turned pink, smiling modestly.

"GRRR!" Angel snarled.

"HEY, HEY, HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Benson screamed, his gumballs turning a hellish red color as he drove in the golfcart. Pops, Skips, High-Five Ghost, and Muscleman were in the cart too. "FIGHTING ON PARK PROPERTY?"

"WHOO! FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!" Muscleman cheered. "You know who else likes fights like this? MY MOM!"

High-Five Ghost and Muscleman high fived each other.

"It wasn't us, Benson," Mordecai said at once. "It was him!" He pointed to Angel.

"Yeah, right," Angel scoffed. "That raccoon mauled me."

"You had it coming," Rigby retorted.

"Leave. NOW!" Benson shouted.

"I'm not going anywhere until these guys are dead!"

"What? What was that? Skips!" Benson yelled.

Skips grunted, jumping out of the cart. He punched Angel in the face, drawing more blood. Benson got out of the cart and peered over Angel.

"Sorry, what were you saying? And if you think you're any match for Skips, think again. GET OUT, RIGHT NOW! Before I call the cops."

"Bunch of freaks!" Angel muttered. "And yes, Margaret! It was true! Vanessa is way more awesome than you are!" He yelled as he walked out of the park.

"Keep walking!" Mordecai shouted.

"You think you're good enough for her?" Angel yelled back.

"Like I said before, I don't claim to be good enough for her! But, I would never hurt her like that! Good luck living your pathetic, dead end life!" Margaret smiled at Mordecai's words, and something stirred in her she had never felt before.

Angel was about to turn back.

"HEY! You come back here, and you'll to have answer to me!" Benson threatened. "And trust me; I'm not afraid of you!"

Angel shrugged his shoulders and left the park.

"That was kinda cool," Rigby said. "I kinda wanted Benson to beat him up though."

"Now, explain yourselves," Benson said.

"He was messing with me and Margaret," Mordecai explained. "Rigby came out and mauled him. We got a hold of his cellphone, which revealed he was cheating on Margaret. And…he got pissed. This fight started."

"At least you didn't destroy anything," Benson said, examining the park. "But, never have a fight on this property again! Or you're fired!"

"Got it, Benson," Mordecai and Rigby said together.

"Unbelievable!" Benson groaned as he clambered back into cart. Skips followed. They drove off, Pops laughing.

"So glad that's over," Mordecai sighed, sitting on the bench with a big sigh.

"That was intense, dude!" Rigby yelled with glee. "Pretty awesome!"

"You're bleeding."

Rigby looked at his tail. It was bleeding slightly. "Ah, well!"

"You're okay?" Eileen asked.

"Y-yeah," Rigby coughed. "I must say, Eileen, that was pretty epic."

"Hehe, thanks."

They stared at each other for a while until they both blushed slightly and turned away.

Margaret sat next to Mordecai.

"Thank you, Mordecai, for sticking up for me," she said.

"It's nothing to thank me for," he replied.

Margaret smiled slightly as she gently brushed her fingers against his. His face reddened.

"M-Margaret?"

"How could I have been so stupid?" She asked herself, tears filling her eyes. "I really wasn't even hurt when I found about Angel cheating on me. You were always there for me, Mordecai. When all the others left. When I was down on my luck. You were always there. You stood up for me; you told him off for me. I didn't want to say, but I was kind of pleased… when you told me."

"Margaret."

"You're amazing." She scooted closer to him, tears running down her face. "Thank you. Stay with me, please. I'm sorry for what I did. Please, forgive me."

"You're forgiven," Mordecai said, heart swelling with happiness. "I love you, Margaret."

"I love you, too."

They looked deep into each other's eyes until. They leaned toward each other and met in a kiss.

"I was hoping it would work," Eileen said, watching the couple hold hands and cuddle happily.

"Yeah," Rigby agreed.

"You're not afraid of being left out?"
"Not anymore. Eileen, you really rocked today!" He cheered.

"Thanks again," she giggled. "I just couldn't stand him hurting you."

"I never thought you would throw a rock at some guy. For me."

Rigby blushed deep red. He gently pecked Eileen on the lips.

"Rigby?"

"…Whatever."

"Wow, Rigby, I knew it," Mordecai laughed.

"STOP TALKING!"

Eileen giggled. "Thank you, Rigby," she said.

"Yeah," Rigby scoffed, crossing his arms.

Author's Note: I had so much fun with this chapter! Writing Eileen like a BAMF was amazing! :)