"Hey dude, what's the difference between a raven and a crow?" Rigby asked me, looking up from some e-mail he got.

"Why do you need to know?" I asked him, giving him The Look.

"Eh. Just wanted to know." he replied. "It doesn't have anything to do with Morticia, okay?"

Damn. It's been over a year, you think I would've forgotten, right? You think I would've forgotten about Morticia? I guess not.

"Rigby." I said to him. "Don't ever say that name again."

"What? You don't still like Morticia, do you?" he teased.

"No." I said. I got up off my bed and walked toward the door. I started heading out the door. "Oh, and Rigby?" I said, turning around.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Crows don''t break your heart." I turned on my heel, headed downstairs, and left the house.

"Come on Hot Shot." she said, using the nickname she gave me on my first day. I still don't know why, but it stuck. She was doing that thing where she'd hold one of my hands in both of hers. "It's not like anyone would know, right?"

She didn't give me enough time to answer before she was dragging me down the dark, empty hallway. I couldn't really keep up, and all I saw was her curly purple hair in front of me. "Don't you think we'll be caught?" I asked her.

"Nobody actually goes to the Winchester building. That's why it's so dark all the time. Duh. What are you, a newbie?" she asked, laughing a bit.

"Uh, yeah! I am!" I said. "You're the one who showed me around the place."

She just laughed. And I laughed too. Soon, we were just a pair of birds sitting in a dark hallway laughing for no reason.

"Hey Mordecai," she said after a while. "You don't think I'm... weird... do you?"

"Weird? You're the weirdest girl I know!" I said playfully.

"No, seriously," Morticia said, taking on a serious tone.

"Nah, I think you're pretty cool." I said, trying not to sound all mushy. I obviously failed, because Morti leaned in an kissed me on the cheek. It was nice.

"You're not too bad yourself, Hot Shot."

"Hey Mordecai, what's up?" Margaret asked, coming to the table. I tried answering, but all that came out was a weak 'eh.'

"Something got you down?" she asked, sliding into the chair next to me. I shook my head.

"Come on. You can tell me. It's not like there's anyone here for me to tell anyway." she said. Margaret had a good point. Everyone else was either watching TV or talking to their friends. Plus, Eileen wasn't here either (probably at Don's).

"It's nothing, really. I just had a weird flashback." I shrugged it off. "No big deal."

"Huh." Margaret said, obviously still suspicious. "So, want some coffee?"

"Not in the mood. I just came here to get out the house for once, you know?" I said.

"Oh." she said slightly disappointed. We both had an awkward silence for about 10 seconds, until my phone buzzed.

"Just got a text from Rigby. He says I gotta get back to the house. Like, pronto." I explained. I grabbed the keys to the cart and started back towards the park.

"Mordecai!" Morticia's voice echoed through the hall.

"I'm right here." I said from behind her. I could clearly see where she dyed her hair black, at the tips.

"For a second, I thought you weren't gonna come." she said, turning around. We had been meeting at the Winchester building every Saturday (seriously, no one ever goes there) for the past month. It was like secretly dating, without the dating part.

"Ever been down a hallway?" she asked.

"Duh. What are you, a newbie?" I asked.

"Okay. Ever been down a hallway... on roller-blades?" she asked. Her eyes practically lit up when she asked.

"No..." I replied. "Have you...?"

"Nope! Let's our first time be together." she said.

"Let's!" I said, getting excited. I hadn't been much of a rule-breaker, so this was all new to me. I wanted to have fun, and not be the stuck-up prep boy my parents wanted me to be.

Morti opened one of the unlocked lockers and got a pair of roller-blades, purple for her and blue for me.

I found out that night that I suck at roller-blading. I was falling all over the place. Eventually I fell on the floor, exhausted, and decided I was never going to get up ever again.

"Come on Hot Shot!" she said, skating towards me, stopping before she runs me over. "It's not that hard!" She grabbed my arms and yanked me up, onto my very unbalanced feet. That night, Morti taught me how to skate. I got pretty good at it, until I forgot how to stop and crashed into her, knocking us both onto the floor.

"Hey, isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" Morticia giggled. She was holding me in her arms.

"I think it's time we took these off..." I suggested.

"Yeah, I think so too." Morti said. For a raven, she wasn't too bad.