'Wanted: Summer job, open minded, males only, well paid' the paper read. "males only" you scoffed in disgust , this wasn't the 50s anymore, who even puts that on an add. You scan the page for another few minutes before giving in. It was already a week into the summer holidays and you still hadn't found a job, at this rate you would have to ask your parents for Christmas money in advance and deal with their 'I told you so faces'. Rolling the pen that rested between your teeth from one side to the other before finally removing it and tapping the nib onto the address/name listed on the job advertisement. You looked down at your chest, puberty hadn't been the kindest to you. between your flatish chest, deep set eyes and unkept brows combined with your short hair it wasn't unheard of for you to be mistaken for a boy

"Well I guess that's it then" you mumble to yourself as you spin the nearly broken office chair around from the desk and leap off in front of your wardrobe. Not a great selection but you'd never been one for dressing up. A pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt seemed to do the job , a long over the knee sock to bind your chest and a simple black jacket to hide the slight bulge at the back where you had tied the sock. One last look at yourself in the mirror and you begin to question how well you'll pass as a guy but shrugging off those last minute doubts and convincing yourself that even if you're sussed that your chaming smile would surely win any possible employer over.

The address listed in with the advert was quite a distance away from your bedsit apartment but you decided that the walk there would give you a chance to work on your pitch. The weather, for the most part of the journey held up well. Blue skies and warm balmy sunshine for as far as the eye could see but just as your luck would have it about 20 minutes away from your destination a dark rain cloud rolled into view. You crossed your fingers and hoped you'd make it there in time but luck just wasn't on your side today.

By the time you arrived at the door step you were dripping wet, no matter how tightly you had hugged your jacket to your body, the rain had soaked its way through. As you stood there for a moment you questioned if you should even knock on the door in your sorry state but in the end decided just to go for it. You raised a hand to the door and gingerly knocked. As the door swung open you were greeted by an attractive blonde woman, somewhere around her mid 30s. She smiled at you despite her slightly puzzled expression , as she spoke her voice was soft yet assertive "Hello, can we help you ?". You nodded awkwardly as though that explained everything only realizing after several moments of silence that you should maybe explain yourself better. "Hello. Sorry to bother you I'm here about the job if its not been taken already that is". The woman stands there her expression growing slightly more confused. A voice calls from another room "who is it Beth ? " before she answered you fumble around in your pocket for the page from the paper. "Does a Mr Rick Sanchez live here" ? The woman's expression drops from confusement to concern as she gestures for you to hand her the paper ,to which you do. She reads over it a few times before stepping back and allowing you to come in.

As you step over the threshold the warmth of the house hits you. The house decor itself being cozy and inviting, signs of children but going from the pictures they had now left home. "I'm Beth by the way, can I get you a towl to dry off..."? "Uhh Riley " you blurt out and noticibly catch Beth off guard with your lack of conviction "and yes please, that would be greatly appreciated ma'am" you try your hardest to remain charming and it seems to work, her expression softens and a genuine smile spreads across her lips "I wish my children were as well behaved as you. Make yourself comfy in the lounge Riley" Beth gestures to the room straight across from you both as she makes her way up the stairs"

You walk into the room but decide Not to sit on the sofa till you'd had a chance to dry off. Sat on an armchair in the corner was an elderly man with crazy spiked hair and a strange liquid that oozed out over his lower lip. As you took a step closer you could smell the stale alcohol that lingered around him. The t.v was playing some sci-fi show , you found yourself fixated with the quality of the aliens and sets, they almost looked real. As you leaned in closer trying to find a fault with the costumes you heard raised voices from upstairs "I don't know Jerry. He said it was something to do with a job with dad" you heard Beth's voice shout out. You turned your gaze once again to the man in the chair, could this be Beth's dad, the man who put out the add. "Oh so he can pay some random kid to go on adventures with him but when he's risking his own grandsons life he can't chip in towards bills or even pocket money." The mans voice you guessed to be Jerry echoed through the house "Oh its not like you pay anything towards it Jerry. It'll be good for Rick to have someone around now Morty has left and anyway let's face it we all know Rick was the secret investor to pay for mortys tuition" you managed to make out Beth saying but it was clear she was trying to hush her voice.

"W-w-what are they arguing about now"? A sleepy voice calls out from behind you. You jump and quickly turn to where the man had been sat only to find him a couple of steps away from you. Reaching up he wipes the green liquid from his bottom lip only to fumble in his lab jacket for a a small flask to which he raises to his lips and takes a swig once again leaving a green residue on his lower lip. "Umm I'm not quite sure, money from the sound..." before you can finish you hear a door slam upstairs and quickly see Beth's feet emerging down the stairs. "Oh Dad you're awake". As Beth walked into the living room she handed you a towl in which you quickly wrapped around your shoulders giving Beth an appreciative smile. "Riley is here about your advert in the paper dad" the way she dragged out the scentance made as though she was looking for a further explaination which you already got the impression that she would never get. So this was the man who had put the ad in the paper, part of you wanted to get out now and at the same time part of you wanted to stick around to see what kind of jobs this crazy looking man might have for you compaired to washing pots and cleaning hotels. You turn your gaze to Rick and he was just staring intently back at you as he took another swig from his flask then letting out a loud belch. "Eurrgghh Yea, the ad I placed. Do you mind if me and Riley go to my 'office" something about the way he said it made you question how badly you needed this job but before you could make an excuse the voice you recognised as jerry was heard in the doorway "What office, you don't mean the garage do you Rick"? Jerry asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Rick just rolled his eyes as though Jerry wasn't even worth his time before grabbing your wrist and leading you to another part of the house. As the mad man almost dragged you away , all you could hope is that Beth and Jerry who seemed like nice, normalish people would come to rescue you.