"Two birds on a wire.

One tries to fly away, and the other…

Watches him close from that wire.

He says he wants to as well,

But he is a liar."

He always got the pickaxe. Who ever heard of trying to dig with a pickaxe anyways? Rigby turned to look at his blue jay friend, whose eyes were locked intently on the screen. At least he was having fun, probably because a shovel actually enabled him to dig. Though, why was he even thinking about over this? The raccoon always got the pickaxe, that much would really never change; the mammal proving to be absolutely pathetic the deal-breaker game known as 'punchies.' Rigby grinned a bit, returning to the game. He didn't care, and things didn't need to change if he enjoyed them just as they were.

"Oooooh!" the blue jay let out, standing up and raising his arms in victory, Rigby just casually tossing his controller to the side and slouching on the couch with mild discontent. Regardless to how things were, losing still sucked. "Third one in a row!" the avian yelled.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not even trying." Rigby defended, crossing his arms and averting eye contact away from the bird's direction.

"Impressive that you can even fail that badly without trying," Mordecai taunted, poking at the raccoon who squirmed in an attempt to retreat from the male's reach.

"Stop talking!" The mammal screamed, laughing as he flailed about on the couch. Just little moments like this were enough to fuel him in moving forward, this long-running friendship having its multiple ups and downs over the many years, but always managing to recover itself in one way or another. In short, when the two friends engaged into a fight of some sorts, they always made up. Rigby often worried if there would ever be an argument that would sever the friendship to the point where things couldn't return to as they once were, and feared such an occurrence; something that would ruin everything between the duo, a point of no return where forgiveness could no longer be provided.

The horse play ceased as a faint buzz became audible, the avian stepping away from his raccoon friend to retrieve his vibrating phone from deep between the couch cushions. Mordecai tapped a few buttons, carefully examining the screen while disappointment began to overcome Rigby. He didn't even have to read the screen, too many times before this had happened for him to not know what this meant by now.

"Margaret?" the smaller male asked, trying his best to hide the disdain from his voice, the avian giving a nod in response.

"Yeah, she wants to meet at the coffee shop again while she's on her break." Mordecai explained, the raccoon rolling his eyes slightly, not at all surprised.

"Dude, that's like the fifth time this week!" Rigby yelled, upset by the robin always butting in while the two companions were perfectly fine with each other. He tried his best not to complain that often, else he'd be spouting crap about the female avian all the time, and he knew in doing so would only result in an upset blue jay. Nothing good would come from down-talking his girlfriend...

"I can't help it dude, we've been getting really close lately," the blue jay explained, Rigby pretending to vomit in response. "You should really spend more time with Eileen anyhow."

"I'm around her enough as it is!" As sickening as it was for the raccoon to say, he couldn't deny that he in the mole had begun dating. Their relationship 'ironically'began shortly after Mordecai had gained the courage to admit his feelings to the robin, to which she obviously accepted. Same could be said for Eileen, her feelings for the mammal painfully obvious to everyone since square one, so all Rigby had to do was ask, and voilà.Though, Rigby knew he had done this solely to prevent being one-upped by his friend who'd moved up from being single, and not out of love, or really any emotion whatsoever.

"But it's not like you two really, well... talk." Mordecai said with a slight chuckle, Rigby just rolling his eyes once more. "Come on dude."

"...Okay." The raccoon agreed dully, getting up off his spot on the couch, and following the bird out the front door of the house. As much as he didn't want to do this, he knew it'd all be over soon if he remained patient, and bore through with things.

Rigby carefully eyed the avian couple from across the shop, resting his head on his arm, and trying his best to listen in on their conversation.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice interrupted, slightly startling the raccoon as he looked up across the table to the small mole who gave him a look of worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Rigby muttered, swirling his coffee with his finger lightly, enduring the heat. Maybe he shouldn't make what he was doing so obvious when in public... He just got so distracted and intent when it came to Mordecai and Margaret, wanting to make sure nothing carried on too far; Rigby had watched and endured too many of the couple's kisses to count at this point, stockpiling it all away somewhere where his troubles were hidden.

"You always say that..." Eileen went on, her concern not fading. God was she so persistent at times like these, where he'd rather be left to himself. The mole had only proved to be a nuisance throughout their relationships short life-span, how the raccoon had managed, he'd never know. Not to mention, the female was rather touchy, even when Rigby tried his best to make it clear he wanted no contact between the two of them.

"Because you always ask," the raccoon retorted, taking a swig of his coffee while Eileen looked down at hers silently. Rigby did feel bad at times. Knowing that he was only leading her on this whole time, selfishly only caring about himself, not hesitating to step on her emotions to get what he wanted. This conversation between the two of them was a regular, and Rigby was always as blunt and apathetic about it. Still, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her, the raccoon feeling she realized this relationship had been fake from the start. He was sure she knew he felt nothing for her, yet she played along and allowed this act to continue. Why..?

"Eileen," Rigby began, hesitating to speak up, words faltering.

"What?" she asked, caught a little off-guard.

"Why are you with me... when I treat you like this?" He asked, looking the mole in her bright jade eyes that hid shyly behind thick lenses. She hesitated, looking away and out the window of the coffee shop, blushing a bit in embarrassment of the sudden question. The silence between the two grew longer and longer, the faint sounds of Mordecai and Margaret's seemingly gleeful conversation in the background. Eileen turned back to face him, shocking the raccoon with a smile; her overbite proving to be somewhat... cute.

"I'll tell you, if you tell me why you're with me," the mole answered, causing Rigby to choke on his drink, hoarse coughs filling the coffee shop as people turned to the male with concern. The raccoon was unsure as to how he should respond to that. If anything, their couple-hood was completely spawned out envy.

"Envy for what exactly?" Rigby thought to himself, looking back down at his beverage which was now a spluttered mess. It had been that he was jealous of Mordecai moving on, and taking another step forward in life, wasn't it? He didn't want to be left behind...

Nothing needed to be said, and the quiet between the two made it obvious he wouldn't be giving an answer. Rigby returned his attention to the birds, letting out a sigh of boredom.

"They've really been hitting it off lately." Eileen said with a giggle, that Rigby's harshly cast glare soon silenced. The mole looked at the male apologetically, but also noted in her mind that the topic hit a nerve in Rigby. Why was he so bothered by this?

"Whatever," the raccoon said, shifting his harsh look to the robin who happily laughed with the blue jay across from her, they'll break up eventually."

"Sure, I guess..." the mole drifted off, turning to face the happy couple across the room as well. The female looked back at Rigby who was once again focused on the two, and gave a slight frown. It was obvious that the scene bothered him, but why? Eileen took another sip, not knowing what to say, and deciding to go along with the raccoon's charade. She didn't have to tell him.

"But how long would the two of them last?"Rigby questioned internally. Mordecai and Margaret appeared to be very happy together, but perhaps there were underlying problems that he couldn't see, or at least, so he hoped. The two birds had to separate eventually, didn't they? The robin had proven to be terrible at maintaining relationships in the past, which would only repeat itself. He was sure of it, but what about him and Eileen? How long could the two of them remain in this unhappy refrain with each other? Mordecai would be the determinate of that the mammal guessed, knowing as soon as the blue jay said goodbye to the robin, he would do the same with Eileen.

Even so, he could feel his friend slowly slipping away from him, and into the hands of the robin as time passed on. All Rigby wanted was for him and Mordecai to be friends forever; together forever. The mammal's eyes grew glassy as he held back his tears, knowing that everything must come to an end eventually. Eventually, he and the blue jay would be forced to part, and Rigby would have to continue life on his own. The raccoon would have to grow up, and say goodbye, having nothing but his memories of the blue jay to sustain him. He knew deep down, that no matter how much he didn't want to believe it, that Mordecai would leave one day, and Rigby would do whatever he could to make sure that day never came.

"Two birds of a feather,

Say that they're always gonna stay together.

But one's never going to let go of that wire.

He says that he will,

But he's just a liar."

"Two Birds" - Regina Spektor