First Rick and Morty fanfic piece. Criticism welcome! Thanks for reading!
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Morty walked into his kitchen and grabbed some orange juice. He slowly and mechanically poured it into a glass and finally popped three ice cubes in. He sipped it as he got out some Strawberry Smiggles, the last of it, and shook it into a bowl.
"Morty? What are you doing here?" Asked Summer. She sounded tired and defeated, not a hint of defiance or sarcasm in her voice. She did, however, keep looking down at her phone. She had gotten a new and better one after Jerry had gotten a job. It was his gift to her, since he had given everyone in the family something. Beth had gotten a new set of wine glasses and an expensive bottle of wine. Morty got a tool set.
All Morty done since Rick left was hang out in the garage. At first, the family hadn't been worried and considered it to be grief over Rick leaving them. But after a month, they decided that he wanted to be like Rick. They provided him with a tool set, so that he could tinker with some of Ricks things. After that, Morty practically lived in that garage. He took all of the things from Ricks room (and a few from his own) to the garage. He was up all night and asleep most of the day.
Today was different. Today, Morty woke up early, but not because he had slept well the night before. Because Morty had gotten drunk the night before.
Morty had broken down. He knew Rick wouldn't have wanted him to drink, but Morty couldn't help himself. His life had no vigor, no meaning after Rick had left. He wanted to feel close to Rick, so he went up to Ricks room and snuck down a bottle of Toasted Carmel Whiskey. He puked a bit in his mouth at first, cursing his weak stomach.
But as the night went on, Morty found it easier and easier to down the syrupy, burning liquid. He eventually passed out with his head on the workbench. When he woke up the next morning, it was because of his splitting headache. Hangovers were a bitch.
"Summer, could you be a sport and c-close those blinds over there?" Grumbled Morty.
Summer's eyes narrowed. She surveyed him face. He looked horrible. Morty had dark circles under his eyes and was much paler than before.
"Morty, I may not be grandpa Rick, but I know a hangover when I see it." Said Summer darkly yet somewhat nonchalantly as she forced the curtains closed.
Morty froze. "Summer, it was only this time, I swear. Please don't snitch on me." Morty quietly pleaded.
"No, not this time. But this better be a one time deal, or next time you'll be in huge trouble." Summer paused with a look of pain on her face. This wasn't how she wanted her family to turn out. "I'm not mad Morty, just disappointed. Rick would be too."
Morty stopped and was sorry, but only for a moment. "Don't talk about Rick. Ricks an asshole. He left us and he's not coming back, ok? He's dead to me." Just don't think about it.
Summer sighed, poured herself a cup of coffee, and headed out the door.
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Soooo was it good? Too much? Things will get better as more chapters come in, so stay tuned!